<?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-7823118920435180152</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:25:23.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wElcOme to my LifE</title><subtitle type='html'>i speaks what on my mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5130639456069293333</id><published>2009-10-03T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:26:11.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometime life is nothing</title><content type='html'>Its true i guess,life is what it is&lt;br /&gt;There are times where you have to make choices and decisions,and there are times when these same choices and decisions are made for you,and you simply have to live with the consequences of it all.&lt;br /&gt;As hard and difficult as it  may be.&lt;br /&gt;I feel  right now like i am living my life from day to day,based on the choices and actions of others - it feels like i am no longer in control of my own destiny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The surprising thing for me,is that i dont actually really think I give a shit any more.Has my resilience and stubbornness  not been tested enough in the last 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt look like it.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the end of my rope to the extent where i am now prepared to say&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit - i want out.&lt;br /&gt;Out sounds like a good place to go,at least that way,i will be one less person in the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nothing'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1513759258537727113</id><published>2009-10-03T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:18:22.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have i been thinking too much again?</title><content type='html'>Well,after having spent a very large number of hours trying to figure out the reason for life,and the reason why we are here to live it the way that we do –some say we don’t have a purpose – I tend to disagree – I think we are all here for a reason,but it is in our final years that we only realise what that purpose really is,and of course by the stage it is already far too late to be able to fix anything good or bad – one would have already made one’s mistakes – lived with the consequences – or possibly had enough time to right the wrongs of others……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….i often find that when it comes to the issue of taking a time out – that everyone needs a break – its not just a case of taking a break,but what it is that you chose to do on the break that actually counts,and makes a difference.Are you doing something that is beneficial to you perhaps?,or are you just doing it because your body has told your brain that its had enough.After all,the body isn’t the only thing that makes up who we are – we are mind,body and soul – I don’t think we would really be able to exist otherwise – after all – your body is just a suit of clothing that you were given when you entered this world.Your soul was but a rain drop on an ocean at that point,and your mind was yet to be developed to the extent where you are free to be able to let you make your own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or have i been thinking too much again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1513759258537727113?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1513759258537727113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1513759258537727113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1513759258537727113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1513759258537727113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-i-been-thinking-too-much-again.html' title='have i been thinking too much again?'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4909988672352529748</id><published>2009-10-02T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:52:32.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you believe in soulmates</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in soulmates? In 'the love of your life'? One person thats destined to fit better with you than anyone else? Or more than one soulmates?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've been asking this question to a lot of people and getting a lot of different answers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've always believed.. or wanted to believe.. that there is such a thing as the one great love of one's life. Maybe its destiny or souls or something else.. but there is one person out there for whom you will feel a kind of love that sinks in and never leaves.. selfless even. I've believed that this love is not dependent on chemistry or biology or physics.. its all transcending. The one person that will always be a part of you no matter what you do and where you go. The kind of love that becomes your reason to smile.. your purpose.. a sweet pain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a fairly simple concept.. I thought it was quite universal too. Then I asked my fren a simple question, 'Do you believe in soulmates?'.. and he said 'No! How can you?'. I was a little surprised.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His thoughts were that love is nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain.. it happens when we see a person that our bodies amd minds recognise as a suitable mate and then you get attached to the person and its as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How does that explain the longing in one's heart.. the times when you think of your love and the call you the very same instant.. the fact that you can never really get them out of your head.. it seems like too small an explanation for such a big phenomenon!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I asked other people.. my curiosity having been aroused.. some said yes, some said no, some said they dont believe in love at all.. but I didnt find any compelling reason or proof to believe either yes or no.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One person told me that love may be caused by chemical reactions in the brain, but then how is there just one person that can make the chemicals go that wild? It must be more than just that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think as of now I'm agreeing with him.. if its just chemistry, evey person should give you the same kind of high. Just like if you drink alcohol, it will always give you a high no matter what kind it is.. thats chemistry.. but love is so not like that. You cant make yourself really lurrrve someone if you try and similarly theres always the one person you cant forget if you try. So it is chemistry yes, but more than that. I think theres something inside us that recognises another person as a love higher than all others.. something we see in that person that make our brain chemicals induce a love like no other.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've heard of the theory that soulmates are two parts of the same soul and they see that in each other.. I'm a little sceptic of that.. I'm still questioning the soul/ spirit theory a little bit.. I dont disbelieve it but I still want to be convinced more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So that brings me back to the question I've been asking all along.. what do you think of this? Is love just an animal instinct.. chemicals and nothing more? Is there destiny/ soul involved in this? Or something else.. something special? Or is love bullshit and I'm just too naive to see it? What are your reasons for believing what you do, if any?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love makes the world go round.. or so they say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4909988672352529748?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4909988672352529748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4909988672352529748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4909988672352529748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4909988672352529748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-believe-in-soulmates.html' title='do you believe in soulmates'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-110416732944612740</id><published>2009-09-05T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:05:25.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps i expect too much</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people that others come to for advice.  I'm a good listener.  I pay attention.  I empathize. I'm there when the chips are down.  I'm a good friend because I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I need someone to listen to me.  But, I seem to have surrounded myself with people who keep their minds narrowly focused on their own lives.  When I try to speak of what is hurting me, the subject gets changed or I'm told I shouldn't feel that way.  So, I swallow hard and tamp it a little farther down into my soul.  I get the message loud and clear.  My problems don't mean much to my so called friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brushed off the comment with something humorous. That's how I cope.  It's better to laugh than cry.  The crying can be done in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so overwhelming when I see people feel so sorry for me but don't offer their friendship.  Perhaps I expect too  much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-110416732944612740?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/110416732944612740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=110416732944612740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/110416732944612740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/110416732944612740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/09/perhaps-i-expect-too-much.html' title='perhaps i expect too much'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8600856478579036806</id><published>2009-09-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:22:49.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get up and punch again?</title><content type='html'>i could feel the pain when i type. it's tolerable but i could still the pain...&lt;br /&gt;that's what my life is going on right now. i feel pain but i could still tolerate it... &lt;br /&gt;i'm on the right direction to my goal but like everything that happens to my life there's always something to stop me to reach that goal and today i just had those days where i want to give up about it.&lt;br /&gt;i know this may just sound a useless rant but i'm doing something big in my life right now. a decision i made that i know will forever change my life.&lt;br /&gt; it just sucks that it's not going the way i wanted to. there might be even a chance that this decision will not happen... so what's point of doing it? i keep asking that question today...&lt;br /&gt;because i'm doing this for me...this is for my own personal happiness...&lt;br /&gt; that's why i'm doing it...if there's one thing i'm learning through this is that if you want to be happy, then you have to work for it. you don't need others to make that decision for you. you don't need others to make that happiness a reality.&lt;br /&gt; and now i'm working hard for it... &lt;br /&gt;i just wish i was given an opportunity to make this decision a reality...&lt;br /&gt; but someone told me. hey you're not special...so don't expect everything to be easy...&lt;br /&gt; i'm not...but i know i will be...by working hard to get what i want. by working hard to make my dreams a reality....and then i know that i am special...because i did it on my own...today, life keeps knockin me down...too bad i always get up and punch again... :-)WISH ME LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8600856478579036806?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8600856478579036806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8600856478579036806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8600856478579036806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8600856478579036806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-up-and-punch-again.html' title='get up and punch again?'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3558077322693086178</id><published>2009-06-18T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:05:52.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday (to myself)</title><content type='html'>Just want to wish my self a HAPPY BIRTHDAY....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3558077322693086178?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3558077322693086178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3558077322693086178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3558077322693086178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3558077322693086178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='happy birthday (to myself)'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5128319782012701572</id><published>2009-06-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:10:52.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE??</title><content type='html'>Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, that's her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5128319782012701572?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5128319782012701572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5128319782012701572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5128319782012701572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5128319782012701572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/06/he.html' title='HE??'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3157991890524669603</id><published>2009-06-13T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:03:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my head hurts</title><content type='html'>There are too many things going on for my poor brain to cope with right now. I keep forgetting things I am meant to do. I keep forgetting things I am meant to buy. I keep forgetting things that I need for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit like a sieve with things escaping over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I staved off one migraine this week with timely medication but my head now is thump, thump, thumping away and it just plain hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3157991890524669603?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3157991890524669603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3157991890524669603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3157991890524669603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3157991890524669603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-head-hurts.html' title='my head hurts'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-9068407635737934772</id><published>2009-06-13T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:19:20.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stress and life</title><content type='html'>Its funny how when stress comes knocking a person can forget everything!  Or worse yet, when stress comes knocking a person can risk everything that is important to them.  I know that stress is a normal part of life, for whatever reason, stress is there entwined in our lives like lovers that can't get enough of each other.  We turn around and it is there.  We try and hide from it by whatever means we can find, but at the end of the day, stress is waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what roll it plays in our lives or in the grand scheme of things - I don't know maybe if stress didn't exist our reality and existance would cease being.  Either way though, there are times I can do without it, like I'm sure so many people can too.  It wreaks havoc on our health, in our lives, and in our relationships.  Hell, I'm smoking more than I should and can sleep for hours if I could get away with it.  There are days I look out the window and just rather go back to bed.  Yeah, I hate stress.....Hmm, wonder if there is some magical way of getting rid of it....Say like assasins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-9068407635737934772?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/9068407635737934772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=9068407635737934772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/9068407635737934772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/9068407635737934772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress-and-life.html' title='stress and life'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5501655004960369776</id><published>2009-06-13T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:45:58.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update's on my resolution 2009 ( I have no idea)</title><content type='html'>well, its been long time didnt write,,hmm with the same reason like before, i was so busy with my routine life with work , work , work and study..&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, nothing much to share but just want to update my resolution 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No smoking and no Liquors. ( Compulsory)-in progress....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(not yet to be honest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Take medication on time…INr under target (2.5-3.5)-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeah ON and OFF but mostly under the target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sleep Less with the exception of tired ( 7-8 hours)-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;na...i sleep 3 or 4 yrs a day....everday...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eat more, to put up more weight ( target 3-4kg)- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;show bit of progress, i gain 2kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Study study study. No more fail ( target 2.8-3.2)- o&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yea i pass all my peper last sem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Keep develop on career (upgrading)- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeah Ive been transferred to regional office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stand up for myself more! ( Speak Up more Ideas/opinion)- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeah i did that almost 70% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Possibly I should write more blogs?? (3-4 times a week)-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aww...i write 1 or 2 times a month...duii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Constantly think positive and never simply piss-off ( stay cool)- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on progress 50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Savings ( Less Shopping)-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;erm,...15%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Expend more superiority time with parents. ( More Dinner at home)- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well, only when im back to KK (my homey)-at least 1 or 2 times a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Relationship? (No comment)- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yet no comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions doesn’t really have to control over our lives, these are just statements w/c motivates us to change our self and be a better person. And it will feel really good once we have done our resolution. Although I haven’t done mine, its still in process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5501655004960369776?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5501655004960369776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5501655004960369776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5501655004960369776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5501655004960369776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates-on-my-resolution-2009-i-have-no.html' title='update&apos;s on my resolution 2009 ( I have no idea)'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8637416225181484236</id><published>2009-05-18T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:06:33.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SomeOne Has dedicate this song to ME..</title><content type='html'>Well, i heard this song before played in the Fm but not until someone was dedicated to me then i figured it out this song is quite awesome,espeacially when it comes to the lyric, its quite meaningful..!! but overall, kinda lurve this song...this could be my favorite song of the month....maybe it could be yours too....ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wmgBG0_lZk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wmgBG0_lZk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8637416225181484236?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8637416225181484236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8637416225181484236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8637416225181484236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8637416225181484236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/05/someone-has-dedicate-this-song-to-me.html' title='SomeOne Has dedicate this song to ME..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4798870266043488262</id><published>2009-05-10T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:01:51.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about Miss alicea..oyeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcWZgk2JPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rwfS5l4Z2Nc/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcWZgk2JPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rwfS5l4Z2Nc/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256911140660466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcWN_v7JII/AAAAAAAAAJk/p91bP2UQCDA/s1600-h/IMG_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcWN_v7JII/AAAAAAAAAJk/p91bP2UQCDA/s320/IMG_0521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256713350194306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcWFOh3tuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HEpKfWfYaKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcWFOh3tuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HEpKfWfYaKQ/s320/IMG_0550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256562698958562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcV4DX0LbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OVsJBDY_YAc/s1600-h/P1010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcV4DX0LbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OVsJBDY_YAc/s320/P1010186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256336365694386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4798870266043488262?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4798870266043488262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4798870266043488262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4798870266043488262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4798870266043488262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-about-miss-aliceaoyeah.html' title='Its all about Miss alicea..oyeah'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SgcWZgk2JPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rwfS5l4Z2Nc/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5399248032786155988</id><published>2009-05-10T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:53:03.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update's</title><content type='html'>haven't write any lately, was still busy to adjust my life which just about to begin...so many thing happened in this pass few month. which really giving a big impact to me,but dun worry, i still can handle it!! 1 thing for sure, i keep myself busy not just because im avoiding certain part of my life but only trying to forget what the pass that brings me to be me right now.. im not regrets but thanks GOd, it makes me be a stronger person as i aspect i can be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here some update's  bout me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i transferred to Beaufort Region since early april with assisted by VAlyee. untill when? i also dun know....untill further notice. Ever since that, i have spend more than 15 hours of my daily life working and working..  &lt;br /&gt;- i just finish my Exam last month which end of April, expecting dat i can pass with all four subjects ( Geotechnic, visual basic, statistic eng, MnE)even though i study and struggling on my 1 week annual leave for last minutes.&lt;br /&gt;-Normally i will be around beaufort on Tuesday till friday, the rest i will be in kk.&lt;br /&gt;-Most of the weekend im spending my times with my frens watch movie, yum char, lunch and dinner..and most important went out for bergembira and karaokeingn( to pay back all my stressfulness after working like a robot) 0.o &lt;br /&gt;- i also still need to manage my time with my parents as well.normally on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;-Ym &amp; facebook is my networks to my dear friends..u can buzz me up there.and will be reply wenever im around.&lt;br /&gt;-i got my letter from my boss,,,hehehehe revised salary,,, finally i got wat i expected in 5 yrs working in the company..amount ?? well let it be me only to know...but its enof to make me smiling!!oyeahhh&lt;br /&gt;- In health wise, im still check up every once a month.... dun worry im OK!!&lt;br /&gt;- In relationship, well no Comment!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now..!! whatever happen to me ... i will always believe everything that happen to me in this life has its own purpose to learn and to be more appreciate and to be more stronger then yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u Guys...!! lot of hugs for u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5399248032786155988?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5399248032786155988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5399248032786155988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5399248032786155988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5399248032786155988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='update&apos;s'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5648645879690947411</id><published>2009-04-10T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:26:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don intent to be perfect because I know nobody perfect…but I do my best as long as my &lt;br /&gt;mental and my body afford to give the best and most of all I will never give up….&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aja aja fighting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5648645879690947411?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5648645879690947411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5648645879690947411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5648645879690947411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5648645879690947411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-stress.html' title='im stress'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-422633052350659865</id><published>2009-03-27T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:42:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i lie awake  at midnight</title><content type='html'>Well,after having spent a very large number of hours trying to figure out the reason for life,and the reason why we are here to live it the way that we do –some say we don’t have a purpose – I tend to disagree – I think we are all here for a reason,but it is in our final years that we only realise what that purpose really is,and of course by the stage it is already far too late to be able to fix anything good or bad – one would have already made one’s mistakes – lived with the consequences – or possibly had enough time to right the wrongs of others……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….i often find that when it comes to the issue of taking a time out – that everyone needs a break – its not just a case of taking a break,but what it is that you chose to do on the break that actually counts,and makes a difference.Are you doing something that is beneficial to you perhaps?,or are you just doing it because your body has told your brain that its had enough.After all,the body isn’t the only thing that makes up who we are – we are mind,body and soul – I don’t think we would really be able to exist otherwise – after all – your body is just a suit of clothing that you were given when you entered this world.Your soul was but a rain drop on an ocean at that point,and your mind was yet to be developed to the extent where you are free to be able to let you make your own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or have i been thinking too much again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-422633052350659865?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/422633052350659865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=422633052350659865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/422633052350659865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/422633052350659865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-lie-awake-at-midnight.html' title='when i lie awake  at midnight'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1587958605500705424</id><published>2009-03-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:27:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you really love someone..</title><content type='html'>is this the definition of love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman, lord knows it's hard&lt;br /&gt;I need a real man to give me what I need&lt;br /&gt;Sweet attention, love and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;When it's real it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause a man, just ain't a man,&lt;br /&gt;If he aint' man enough&lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher&lt;br /&gt;When the world got you feelin low.&lt;br /&gt;He's given you his last, cuz he's thinking of you first&lt;br /&gt;Given comfort when you're thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're a real man and lord knows it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just need a woman's touch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet affection, love and support&lt;br /&gt;When it's real, it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gonna argue&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gonna fight&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's gonna feel like it will never be right&lt;br /&gt;But something so strong, keeps you holdin on&lt;br /&gt;It don't make sense, but it make a good song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1587958605500705424?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1587958605500705424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1587958605500705424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1587958605500705424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1587958605500705424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-really-love-someone.html' title='when you really love someone..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2686679113913326053</id><published>2009-03-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:36:29.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet and low</title><content type='html'>Anywhere you go, anyone you meet,&lt;br /&gt;Remember that your eyes can be your enemies,&lt;br /&gt;I said, well hell is so close&lt;br /&gt;And heaven's out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I ain't giving up quite yet,&lt;br /&gt;I've got too much to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;augustana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2686679113913326053?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2686679113913326053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2686679113913326053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2686679113913326053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2686679113913326053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-and-low.html' title='sweet and low'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1964041395979274468</id><published>2009-03-23T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:25:13.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never really left</title><content type='html'>I've been told by a certain someone that I can't have only one post up at my blog. Not when it's filled with depressing goodbye quotes. Especially because I'm still here. See, I never actually said goodbye, because I knew I couldn't leave entirely. I wanted to. I was pretty fed up with some stuff and I needed a break. I will not go into details because most of you already know why I was upset. And if you don't? Well, let's just say it's not worth going into. It's over now. It's in the past. And I'm ready to move on. All I really needed was a little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this quote this morning because I was looking for something to post that was more uplifting than what I left you with. I couldn't really find anything exactly like what I was searching for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A blog is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes sense, doesn't it? I think it does. And that's what I'm going to do. I still think that it's best that I keep the most important moments in my life private from prying eyes. And from now on, that's what I plan to do. If I have something along those lines to share, I'm sure I'll find some secret way of getting the word out.. I do it my ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1964041395979274468?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1964041395979274468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1964041395979274468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1964041395979274468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1964041395979274468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-really-left.html' title='never really left'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3176412981132694314</id><published>2009-03-23T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:46:30.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy for writing</title><content type='html'>Umm...sorry its been such a long time, i kinda forgot to write on the blog for the last 2 months :( But im now gonna update on all that in a few posts and try and keep it a bit more up to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/S -&gt; I MISS YOU GUYSS * hugs hugs *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3176412981132694314?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3176412981132694314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3176412981132694314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3176412981132694314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3176412981132694314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-for-writing.html' title='busy for writing'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2311341760517572722</id><published>2009-01-14T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:53:07.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is good</title><content type='html'>My life is good. I mean, I have a plan, I have goals, I have dreams. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I don't have someone to argue with,  or someone who loves me for me, hell! &lt;br /&gt;But, overall, my life is good. I have a great job . And I have good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm, you know, happy.&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been bothering me about finding someone, and when my friends talk to me about issues in their relationships, I get frustrated, but secretly depressed...but not like in a, "I hate my life," kind of why...mostly its just this deep sadness in my heart. Of course I want to find someone who at least wants me, and I want all those things that come with a relationship, but I'm willing to wait. I don't see why I have to rush it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2311341760517572722?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2311341760517572722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2311341760517572722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2311341760517572722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2311341760517572722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-is-good.html' title='My life is good'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3911894209483099136</id><published>2009-01-14T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:00:41.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not..</title><content type='html'>I'm not wise,&lt;br /&gt;But I can share what is in my heart in the hope that you will be touched.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;But I can show you my soul in the hope that you will find something worthy deep within.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not wealthy,&lt;br /&gt;But I am more than willing to share what I have in the hope that it will benefit you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sophisticated,&lt;br /&gt;But I can make faces and tell funny stories in the hope that it will brighten your day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not intellectual,&lt;br /&gt;But I can offer a soft shoulder and an open mind and heart in the hope of providing you solace.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But I can strive to be the perfect me in the hope that you will take my hand and be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3911894209483099136?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3911894209483099136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3911894209483099136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3911894209483099136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3911894209483099136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not.html' title='I&apos;m Not..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1176133323529614504</id><published>2009-01-11T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:54:06.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes me happy</title><content type='html'>Surprised because it actually reminded me of the importance of simplicity in one's life. It also made me realize that it is actually very simple to be happy. Read on.. you might be surprised for the same reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends ask me,&lt;br /&gt;What makes me so happy,&lt;br /&gt;I always ignore this question,&lt;br /&gt;And start surfing on my lappy. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;But today i feel that there's a point in what they ask,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its really me or do I always wear a mask?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movies&lt;br /&gt;I love to listen music&lt;br /&gt;I am the happiest one when im with someone i LOVE &lt;br /&gt;I laugh a lot&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy everytime im chilling with my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;I play a lot,&lt;br /&gt;But study as well,&lt;br /&gt;I work hard on my Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone coz i believe in karma&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel jealous coz i know everyone got they own speciality&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for this,&lt;br /&gt;and simply mind my own business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they ask me, &lt;br /&gt;What special do I do,&lt;br /&gt;Then i say, I love to make my friends HAppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1176133323529614504?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1176133323529614504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1176133323529614504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1176133323529614504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1176133323529614504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-makes-me-happy.html' title='what makes me happy'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1455465095650162725</id><published>2009-01-11T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:16:14.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i</title><content type='html'>I am love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for those who I call family.. who surround me with unconditional support and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for those who I call friends.. who help me get from one day to next.. the ones I've met in real life and the ones I only know from their words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the one who I call mine.. to whom I devote my days.. who has brought joy and meaning to my life and shown me just how wonderful it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for all those who need it but are too distracted from themselves to perceive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for all that lives.. because we are co-dependent and bound by our lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the god that is within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am made of love.. and any action other than that of love chips away on that.. so I will not allow any negative emotion or act to get between me and my substance.. love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1455465095650162725?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1455465095650162725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1455465095650162725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1455465095650162725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1455465095650162725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-am-i.html' title='who am i'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5769699299444953712</id><published>2009-01-03T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:53:50.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always remembered</title><content type='html'>Couldn't even think straight&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to believe what they where saying&lt;br /&gt;knowing you i didn't want it to be true&lt;br /&gt;never thought We would lose you&lt;br /&gt;you my friend&lt;br /&gt;for you have gone to a better place&lt;br /&gt;heaven has gained to most wonderful angel&lt;br /&gt;watch over us and wait for us to come &lt;br /&gt;and we will meet again&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIENDS FOR ETERNITY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in momory of Molly's 3-1-2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5769699299444953712?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5769699299444953712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5769699299444953712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5769699299444953712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5769699299444953712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-remembered.html' title='always remembered'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4513924735496944738</id><published>2009-01-02T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:31:18.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Story Vs Ip Man</title><content type='html'>Lately I have spend a Super quality time with my family with my beloved siblings, cousin and of coz my parents as well Christmas dinner, new year eve dinner apart of my dear friends, Outing together with my aunty and uncle and last but not least watching movies together with them. After watch my early New Year movie which is Bedtime story by Adam Sandler and Ip man by Donnie Yen. I find Ip Man is more fascinated to me. To be truthful It is a tough decision and after a long while when my parents ask me to watch, I finally makes the choice of watching Ip Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here some of my opinion for those who not watch the movie yet. The director of Dragon Tiger Gate makes his comeback with his usual star, Donnie Yen. As expected, the martial arts fighting scenes are amazing. He knows how to direct realistic martial arts fighting features in Dragon Tiger Gate. This guy can create, I can say, some of best martial arts movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells about Ip Man's life, the soon-to-be master of the well-known Bruce Lee. I can't say much about the plot but the fighting and the music are great. The Japanese soon attacks China which affects Ip Man and his family. Soon, he goes for a fight, organized by the Japanese, which can earn him rice. The Japanese General is impressed by his ability which leads to the final battle of all. It is fast paced with amazing fights in between and humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a martial arts movie admirer, this is definitely stunning and not to be missed. If you get entertained by any form of action and want to know the facts of Bruce Lee's master, this should also not be missed. Another good martial arts movie and I DON’T MIND TO WATCH IT FOR 2nd TIME hehehe…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4513924735496944738?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4513924735496944738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4513924735496944738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4513924735496944738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4513924735496944738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/bedtime-story-vs-ip-man.html' title='Bedtime Story Vs Ip Man'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1109997482137690593</id><published>2009-01-02T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:56:37.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Resolution 2009</title><content type='html'>I know that other people have already posted stuff like this and it's very natural that everyone has the same idea! This is the first time I've put them up somewhere public so maybe if I see them again I'll remember to do them?!&lt;br /&gt;Every year, we have a lot of expectations and New Year resolutions. To tell u the truth i had broken resolutions myself but also, every year I try to fix the mistakes I had on the past years.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are serious and some of them are more superficial......but I will just write them all down anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *No smoking and no Liquors. ( Compulsory) &lt;br /&gt;  *Take medication on time…INr under target (2.5-3.5)&lt;br /&gt;  *Sleep Less with the exception of tired ( 7-8 hours)&lt;br /&gt;  *Eat more, to put up more weight  ( target 3-4kg)&lt;br /&gt;  *Study study study. No more fail ( target 2.8-3.2)&lt;br /&gt;  *Keep develop on career (upgrading) &lt;br /&gt;  *Stand up for myself more! ( Speak Up more Ideas/opinion) &lt;br /&gt;  *Possibly I should write more blogs?? (3-4 times a week)&lt;br /&gt;  *Constantly think positive and never simply piss-off ( stay cool) &lt;br /&gt;  *Savings ( Less Shopping) &lt;br /&gt;  *Expend more superiority time with parents. ( More Dinner at home) &lt;br /&gt;  * Relationship? (No comment) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions doesn’t really have to control over our lives, these are just statements w/c motivates us to change our self and be a better person. And it will feel really good once we have done our resolution. Although I haven’t done mine, its still in process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Positive changes can happen at any time, even if it's not a resolution.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1109997482137690593?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1109997482137690593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1109997482137690593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1109997482137690593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1109997482137690593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-resolution-2009.html' title='My New Resolution 2009'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-922288823262917545</id><published>2009-01-02T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:54:40.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of 2009.</title><content type='html'>Well, here i am...my 1st blog on year 2009... Didn’t write for so long I presume. &lt;br /&gt;Here marks one of the text that I received from my buddy (u know who u are ;&gt;) which is inspired to me as a guide for these years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;em&gt;2009 a new starting point. What happened in 2008 prepared us for what might come in 2009, so that we won’t repeat the same mistake all over again. It helps us to be a better person, who knows what awaits us in the year 2009. We can only hope for the best by doing the best. Closing chapter in 2008 is not going to be easy. But that something we have to deal with a stronger spirit. Past is past, there is nothing we can’t change it. So we need to move on and take is as a lesson in time. **&lt;/em&gt;End 2008 01.01.09 4.05a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-922288823262917545?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/922288823262917545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=922288823262917545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/922288823262917545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/922288823262917545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-of-2009.html' title='Thoughts of 2009.'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2293413444184816567</id><published>2008-12-18T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:06:07.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>when you're frustrated with a situation over which you have limited control, how do you try to get a handle on your frustration? are there any tips or tricks you've learned that are helpful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been increasingly frustrated w/ something in my life and that frustration is way out of proportion to the situation that sparked it. it's taken on a life of its very own and i've been finding that very fact frustrating, although i think i'm slowly getting a handle on it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most techniques i use, such as focusing on someone else's problems or trying to keep things in perspective are at best temporary. they provide a respite, a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's tempting to say "fix the source of your frustration" but it's not that easy, you see: it's something over which i have at best limited influence. my previous attempts to fix it have, shall we say, not yielded the most satisfactory results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so given that my influence over the matter is so limited, what tips or tricks can i try that i haven't already? i'm increasingly finding my frustration seeping out in ways that are extremely unusual and that's simply not acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2293413444184816567?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2293413444184816567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2293413444184816567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2293413444184816567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2293413444184816567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/12/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3051962444011034125</id><published>2008-12-18T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:35:27.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as i matured..</title><content type='html'>As I mature I have realized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Communication must be made face to face whenever possible. SMS, IM, email can never convey emotion, no matter how many smileys and emoticons you put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Never waste your time over people who don't have time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Face your fears. It just takes one fear; once you're over it... you can face them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3051962444011034125?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3051962444011034125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3051962444011034125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3051962444011034125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3051962444011034125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-i-matured.html' title='as i matured..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-7913194958760590093</id><published>2008-12-18T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:21:05.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of samurai sword</title><content type='html'>" The samurai Sword is a thing of beauty, its blade unsurpassed by any other sword. Those that wield it have earned un-paralleled respect and honour. In times of our greatest difficulty, we look for the sharpest edge to end our pain and suffering, however like that sword, it is through the heat and fire and years of being beaten that the finest swords in the world are made. If you remember, when you feel that there is no hope, if you only wish for the end to take you, remember that you are the samurai sword and nothing can stop you after you get through this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a quote to help in times when you feel there is no hope. It is there to remind you that when all is done, you are an unstoppable blade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-7913194958760590093?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/7913194958760590093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=7913194958760590093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7913194958760590093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7913194958760590093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-of-samurai-sword.html' title='the beauty of samurai sword'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-7235926727902882137</id><published>2008-12-11T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:45:43.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you real or just pretend?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever stop to look at your life and yourself, and realize that most of the people around you don't really know you? Not the real you, anyway. They just know what you want them to know. We all go through life playing roles and acting out the parts we want to perform for the world. But very rarely is that the real us. It's just a small part of a much bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep those other parts hidden? Is it because we're afraid no one else will understand them? Or that no one would like us anymore if they knew? Or do we just assume that no one really wants to know the whole story, so we just give them the pretty parts? It is easier that way. And in the end, not many people really want to know more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when someone comes up to you and asks you, "how are you doing?" What do you usually say? You usually say you're fine, don't you? Your life might be a ball of crap, but if someone asks you how you are, you say you're fine. It's simpler that way. And it's what they expect to hear too. Think about what things would be like if everyone actually told the truth every time someone asked them that question? I'm betting no one would ever bother to ask again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all go through life pretending we're fine. It's simply polite to do so. That's how we're conditioned to be. But what happens when someone comes along and they actually want to know the truth? They don't want to see the person you play on the TV screen of life. They want to see the real you. That can be scary. Because you've been playing the role for so long, you can't remember who that person is. And you don't remember what it's like to stop being polite and start acting real either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't remember these things, no one will ever really know you. And even if it's your own fault, it can sometimes feel lonely to realize that. Because you know that if you were to ever let someone see who you were, you run the risk of them not liking that person. You already know they like the person you've shown them so far. Isn't it like false advertising if that person turns out to be only a small preview of the real thing? Will they want their money back when the show doesn't live up to expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previews are almost always better than the movie itself. The previews show you all the good jokes and make you laugh, and you just know if you pay full price and see the movie, you'll laugh even harder. But then you buy the ticket, and the show plays out, and you realize that the rest of it sucked. You were better off never seeing it because it was nothing at all like you thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of how people can be too. I guess that's why most of us live our lives only showing the world our previews. But I guess sometimes it's good to let someone into the theater to see the rest of the story. It's not always easy to do that. I've never been very good at doing that. But I'm trying to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life, how good are you at showing people the real you? Do you only show them previews? Is there anyone who has seen the whole story? And if they did, did they walk out of theater shaking their heads saying, "I don't get it...." or "I want a refund...." Or were they pleasantly surprised with how the story played out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-7235926727902882137?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/7235926727902882137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=7235926727902882137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7235926727902882137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7235926727902882137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-real-or-just-pretend.html' title='are you real or just pretend?'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6688055650430710910</id><published>2008-12-11T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:19:36.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" If you don't jump, you'll never fly."</title><content type='html'>I said this while talking to a friend. She was a making a decision and she did not know which option to choose. I pointed out one option she could use. She told me it was too risky. Then I told her, "If you don't jump, you'll never fly." What I mean is that if we never take chances, we won't know what we are able to gain and we won't benefit from what we are able to do. Be smart, but be decisive. Don't be risky, but take risks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6688055650430710910?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6688055650430710910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6688055650430710910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6688055650430710910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6688055650430710910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-dont-jump-youll-never-fly.html' title='&quot; If you don&apos;t jump, you&apos;ll never fly.&quot;'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-7141063736065854872</id><published>2008-11-24T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:41:14.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack of my life ..part 1</title><content type='html'>What is the soundtrack of your life? What is your currently theme song ? What song do you sing to perk up your spirit? this is mine...by oasis..whatever~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to be whatever I&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I choose&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sing the blues if I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to say whatever I&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I like&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong or right it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always seems to me&lt;br /&gt;You only see what people want you to see&lt;br /&gt;How long's it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Before we get on the bus&lt;br /&gt;And cause no fuss&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip on yourself&lt;br /&gt;It don't cost much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to be whatever you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say&lt;br /&gt;If it comes my way it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're free to be wherever you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you please&lt;br /&gt;You can shoot the breeze if you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always seems to me&lt;br /&gt;You only see what people want you to see&lt;br /&gt;How long's it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Before we get on the bus&lt;br /&gt;And cause no fuss&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip on yourself&lt;br /&gt;It don't cost much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to be whatever I&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I choose&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sing the blues if I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;You know you might find&lt;br /&gt;Something that you&lt;br /&gt;You thought you once knew&lt;br /&gt;But now it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's no fun&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it's no fun&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know it's no fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to be whatever I&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I choose&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sing the blues if I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to be whatever I&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I choose&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sing the blues if I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it's alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-7141063736065854872?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/7141063736065854872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=7141063736065854872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7141063736065854872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7141063736065854872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/11/soundtrack-of-my-life-part-1.html' title='soundtrack of my life ..part 1'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1480865359715685548</id><published>2008-11-24T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:34:15.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday leng 24-11-08</title><content type='html'>You have been such a wonderful friend to me. Both of us are leading such a life, my friend. A life at different spectrum's, colorful nonetheless :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On your  day, i wish you great health (to rock someone's life thoroughly someday), , exciting adventures  and lots of happiness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1480865359715685548?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1480865359715685548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1480865359715685548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1480865359715685548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1480865359715685548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-leng-24-11-08.html' title='happy birthday leng 24-11-08'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-7188099716862065432</id><published>2008-11-18T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:03:55.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent anxiety of control freak</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those days where you feel as if you should be doing something to move along some aspect of your life?  Like you know exactly where you need to be and what you need to do to get there but even though you have the will and gumption to do it, you have to wait for timing?  Because of that requirement of timing, you feel as if you're not in control?  I mean nothing is really standing in your way, you just have to wait for the train to get to you.  But you have these nervous butterflies in your stomach and fear as if you don't move faster towards it, you might miss the opportunity?  Your mind says,  you have to wait for it.  You agree whole-heartedly but there's something inside of you that causes you to try to find a way to make it happen NOW.  WTF?! You know you would be ready even if it did happen at that instant, but you want it to happen nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So you hold it inside and your brain is shuffling at light speed and you can't focus on anything.  And all the while this is going on inside, you have this quietness on the outside.  Nobody knows that chaos that's happening inside because you can't seem to control your anxiety.  And you only have anxiety because you can't control time.  WTF!?  You try to find other things to occupy you and try to refocus but that ends up being a battle in itself.  You finally relax not because you've conquered the anxiety but because your body is tired and you drift off into exhaust induced sleep.  Only to wake youself up again with this growing hole inside that anxiety is still eating away at.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Psychosis.  It's just the ever so quiet anxiety trip of a control freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-7188099716862065432?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/7188099716862065432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=7188099716862065432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7188099716862065432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7188099716862065432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/11/silent-anxiety-of-control-freak.html' title='silent anxiety of control freak'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3973450094027905046</id><published>2008-11-05T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:13:01.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;And I never will&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't live by your side&lt;br /&gt;With the lies you've tried to instill&lt;br /&gt;I can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;For leaving this time&lt;br /&gt;Coz this is my last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I hardly know you&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I never did&lt;br /&gt;It's like every emotion you showed me&lt;br /&gt;You kept well hid&lt;br /&gt;And every true word that you ever spoke&lt;br /&gt;Was really deceiving&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm leaving this time&lt;br /&gt;Coz this is my last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything left to say&lt;br /&gt;I haven't already said before&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of being used&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick and tired of being accused&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walking away from you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not coming back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3973450094027905046?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3973450094027905046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3973450094027905046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3973450094027905046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3973450094027905046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-goodbye.html' title='The Last Goodbye'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8175631575763485877</id><published>2008-10-29T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:43:49.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite quotes  PArt 1</title><content type='html'>" The experiences that we encountered every day are the best lessons because they teach us how to become more mature and a better person in the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It takes only "1" to change a relationship. It takes "2" to make it work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just control your anger and temper for few HOURS and you can rule your life for YEARS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Being honest with others starts by being honest with yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't let your history interfere with your destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It is not always just about being responsible for your actions but also take into consideration the effects of your actions on others. They might be your loved ones and it might be too late for you to realize you've lost them and will never, ever, have them again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's best to get involved with someone that has learned from their mistakes rather than being with someone that has yet to discover their future regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Be careful what you say to me today, for tomorrow you may wish you had never spoken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Moving on doesn't mean you gave up... it means you've found faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do not judge others by your own thoughts. They are living a different life than you are. What might be good for one person may not be good for another. What might be bad for one person might change another person's life. Allow people to make their own mistakes or their own decisions. We learn and grow with each decision and/or mistake that we make...but again, what might be a mistake for you would be a blessing for someone else."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8175631575763485877?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8175631575763485877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8175631575763485877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8175631575763485877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8175631575763485877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favourite-quotes-part-1.html' title='my favourite quotes  PArt 1'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6956431304397767462</id><published>2008-10-29T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:07:35.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always be my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5XbViSD8mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5XbViSD8mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6956431304397767462?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6956431304397767462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6956431304397767462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6956431304397767462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6956431304397767462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-be-my-baby.html' title='always be my baby'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8484947034600558823</id><published>2008-10-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:28:10.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today and tomorrow</title><content type='html'>" Today you suffer but tomorrow you will be happy. Everything that happens in our life, there's a purpose. What we need is to widen our understanding, be more patient and persevere because in the end there's a reward."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8484947034600558823?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8484947034600558823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8484947034600558823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8484947034600558823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8484947034600558823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-and-tomorrow.html' title='today and tomorrow'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3063484372495245464</id><published>2008-10-28T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:18:01.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My prayer</title><content type='html'>" The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned, rich, famous, powerful, or "good", but simply to be radiant. I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, calm courage, and good will. I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear. I wish to be simple, honest, frank, natural, clean in mind and clean in body, unaffected - as ready to say "I do not know", if it be so, and to meet all men on an absolute equality - to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid. I wish others to live their lives, too - up to their highest, fullest, and best. To that end I pray that I may never meddle, interfere, dictate, give advice that is not wanted, or assist when my services are not needed. If I can help people, I'll do it by giving them a chance to help themselves; and if I can uplift or inspire, let it be by example, inference, and suggestion, rather than by injunction and dictation. That is to say, I desire to be radiant - to radiate life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3063484372495245464?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3063484372495245464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3063484372495245464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3063484372495245464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3063484372495245464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-prayer.html' title='My prayer'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-306322841444036853</id><published>2008-10-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:13:06.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you're running from a good girl baby&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna turn your back on love&lt;br /&gt;Why you've already given up&lt;br /&gt;See I know you've been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I'll give you so much more&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear it's you that I adore&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think about you constantly&lt;br /&gt;and my heart gets no rest over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me selfish&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is your love&lt;br /&gt;You can call me hopeless &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm hopelessly in love&lt;br /&gt;You can call me unperfect&lt;br /&gt;But who's perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;To prove that I'm the only one for you&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking up your time&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I make you realize&lt;br /&gt;That for your there could be no one else&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta have you for myself&lt;br /&gt;Baby I would take good care of you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is you're going through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you when you're in need&lt;br /&gt;Baby believe in me&lt;br /&gt;If love was a crime&lt;br /&gt;Then punish me&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh what can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-306322841444036853?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/306322841444036853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=306322841444036853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/306322841444036853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/306322841444036853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/selfish.html' title='selfish'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-523122133254701970</id><published>2008-10-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:28:24.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats goes around comes around..</title><content type='html'>Hey man, is she everything &lt;br /&gt;you wanted in a women? &lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world &lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand &lt;br /&gt;So why your love went away &lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand &lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you babe &lt;br /&gt;Me and you until the end &lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it &lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it &lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way &lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it &lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it &lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya &lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's really going down? &lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye? &lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around &lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry &lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie &lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in &lt;br /&gt;time you will find... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around &lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around &lt;br /&gt;around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , I remember &lt;br /&gt;everything that you claimed &lt;br /&gt;You said that you were moving on now &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should do the same &lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that is &lt;br /&gt;I was ready to give you my name &lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you, babe &lt;br /&gt;And now, it's all just a shame &lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-523122133254701970?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/523122133254701970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=523122133254701970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/523122133254701970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/523122133254701970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='whats goes around comes around..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2496525587848175387</id><published>2008-10-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:41:39.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of being sick</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of the way things keep going. Why is everything happening to me... and all at once? I've been in and out of the hospital, seeing doctors... all this crap. I'm tired of it! Really tired of it! When will it be my chance for something good to happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2496525587848175387?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2496525587848175387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2496525587848175387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2496525587848175387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2496525587848175387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-of-being-sick.html' title='tired of being sick'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3882119035571595490</id><published>2008-10-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:33:49.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have a little faith</title><content type='html'>How is it that life can be so full and complete one minute and in total disarray the next? How can you have everything that you thought you wanted out of life or at least a great portion and then just let it slip through your fingers? Life would be so much easier if we knew the morals to the stories before we had to live them. Almost like stories read to us as children, only they would be stories about adulthood; life’s responsibilities, love, and marriage...only I guess as children you wouldn't know a god damn thing about what the story was trying to tell you. I guess it all comes down to faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith in yourself that you made the right choice the first time, faith in others that they will always be there for you and faith in that the future will be just as bright as you always dreamed it would be as a child.  The realistic side is that sometimes you get let down so much that that’s all you know...so when something wonderful does come along you find yourself not having that faith and only second guessing your every decision. How do you regain that faith once it’s lost? I guess it starts on the inside and works its way out. The greatest thing anyone can accomplish is to be happy with ones self. Only then can you in turn be happy with someone else and make them happy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that life is about second chances. I just hope we all have the faith to realize when those second chances come around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3882119035571595490?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3882119035571595490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3882119035571595490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3882119035571595490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3882119035571595490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-little-faith.html' title='have a little faith'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4225190157384488532</id><published>2008-10-22T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:03:42.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ TIME ~~</title><content type='html'>TIME WILL TELL. IF HE'S YOURS HE WILL COME BACK TO YOU NO MATTER WHAT....FOR THE TIME BEING LET YOURSELF MOVE ON....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4225190157384488532?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4225190157384488532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4225190157384488532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4225190157384488532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4225190157384488532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='~~ TIME ~~'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8524514383756830330</id><published>2008-10-21T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:49:02.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hush hush~~</title><content type='html'>I never needed you to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you for pointing out my wrongs,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed pain,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed strain,&lt;br /&gt;My love for you was strong enough you should have known,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you for judgments,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you to question what I spend,&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for help,&lt;br /&gt;I take care of myself,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you think you've got a hold on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a little late for conversations,&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything for you to say,&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes hurt, hands shiver,&lt;br /&gt;So look at me, and listen to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay another minute,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to say a single word,&lt;br /&gt;(Hush, hush, hush, hush)&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way, I get the final say,&lt;br /&gt;Because..&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do this any longer,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you, there's nothing left to say,&lt;br /&gt;(Hush, hush, hush, hush)&lt;br /&gt;I've already spoken, our love is broken,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, hush, hush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never needed your corrections,&lt;br /&gt;On everything, from how I act, to what I say,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed words,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you to be there every day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the way I let go,&lt;br /&gt;Or everything I won't need when you came along,&lt;br /&gt;But I am never beaten, broken, not defeated,&lt;br /&gt;I know that next to you is not where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a little late for explanations,&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything that you can do,&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes hurt, hands shiver,&lt;br /&gt;So you will listen when I say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more words, no more lies, no more cryin',&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8524514383756830330?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8524514383756830330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8524514383756830330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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wanting to read this short rant. I am having a miserable day...and I think I have every reason to be feeling so down and shitty. Anyways, not sure I want to talk about it...just wanted to say one thing. Maybe she reads my posts from up in Heaven...if that's where she is. Here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom! I love you and miss you dearly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4241927456638505369?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4241927456638505369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4241927456638505369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4241927456638505369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4241927456638505369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8461119649034247915</id><published>2008-10-19T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:13:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want talk about it ~~~</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna talk about changes&lt;br /&gt;Changes come of their own free will&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna talk about leavin'&lt;br /&gt;Well, you've always walked . . .&lt;br /&gt;And, you always will&lt;br /&gt;Every time you talk about love&lt;br /&gt;You talk about your yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's washing away&lt;br /&gt;with this morning's rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love has a voice of its own&lt;br /&gt;If all we do is try to out shout it&lt;br /&gt;. . . then the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the voice of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It calls your name in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;It's always been a quiet voice&lt;br /&gt;when it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about this love&lt;br /&gt;This love was my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;So, can't I just say that I love you . . .&lt;br /&gt;and we'll call it a day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8461119649034247915?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8461119649034247915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8461119649034247915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8461119649034247915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8461119649034247915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-talk-about-it.html' title='i dont want talk about it ~~~'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6375394299753768333</id><published>2008-10-17T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:55:01.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on with brave heart ~~~</title><content type='html'>When will I learn to just move on. When will I learn that he is gone. he really hurt me and made me cry. Now he doesn't want me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I tried to be by his side he pushed me away. But sadly all I wanna do is stay. he broke my heart so all i want to do is hide in the dark. I try to move on but all he ruined my ability . I sometime want him back but he doesn't want me so why should I bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've shared he doesn't even care. he doesn't realize what he's done to me. So I try to  let him be. I won't bother to call or ask what's he's up to at all. he doesn't need my mess and don't need the stress. The best thing for me is to leave him alone. The best thing for me is to just move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6375394299753768333?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6375394299753768333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6375394299753768333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6375394299753768333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6375394299753768333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving-on-with-brave-heart.html' title='moving on with brave heart ~~~'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1127952286440641115</id><published>2008-10-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:45:43.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be you...</title><content type='html'>Don't Wait for things to happen, make them happen, go after what your heart desires,&lt;br /&gt;live in the moment, go to th edge, let fear be a motivator and not a enemy,&lt;br /&gt;when someone says something hurtful, smile and wish them happiness, so they don't have&lt;br /&gt;to express the sadness and anger they have inside, upon you and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk, wear your heart on your sleeve, say how you feel, be who you are and don't let anyone make u feel ashamed of it. If you are sad, let the tears out, embrace&lt;br /&gt;the many colors and depths life has to offer us, if you fall down, know where there is a will, there is a way,..and there is a way out, there is a way up, and as long as there is love, there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be true to who you are, don't hide behind a cloud of doubt and uncertainty, let people love you for you, because love is unconditional...and if they don't want to love you for who , and all you are, then they weren't meant to be a part of your life and your heart in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone seeks to hurt you, have sympathy for them because people that are happy within&lt;br /&gt;have to desire to hurt others... "it is the weak who are cruel" Seek to love yourself,&lt;br /&gt;better yourself, better your life, and walk away, revenge is a poison that will only infect your mind and soul,  besides they say success is the best revenge, so strive for success and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are down, and all seems like it is falling apart, don't let it, hold on and fight, and look to a better tomorrow, you are the navigator to your destiny, don't let the bad guys win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to jump, there may be consequences, but at least you can say you lived your life to the max and can never say "What If?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in the moment, and let the moment take you to the next chapter, don't wait for the next chapter to come to you, because it may never find it's way to a book that didn't want to be opened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1127952286440641115?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1127952286440641115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1127952286440641115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1127952286440641115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1127952286440641115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-it-be-you.html' title='let it be you...'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2941469366765206209</id><published>2008-09-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:41:57.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>well,, thanks to all my friends that been visiting me at the hosp and also to the blood donor's thanks you very very much and i really-really appreciate it!! I can wait to start work and see you guys again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2941469366765206209?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2941469366765206209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2941469366765206209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2941469366765206209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2941469366765206209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-473256792673159987</id><published>2008-09-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:38:11.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im ok</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been around here in what seems like forever. &lt;br /&gt;Well, im just done with my surgery...guess 2 weeks pass and all seems like a nightmare to me..never thought that i goin through it,,but guess what,,i make it now here i am ....back to my hommy and sit in front my computer and thinking bout what the future's bring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here a very very simple info that u might want to know what i have been through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- admitted to ward (noon),surgeon had confirm that im the 1st patient for the next day operation, escape for dinner for having my favorite sushi, back to ward&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-5.30am wake up, 7.35am in the operation theater, 7.40am Zzzzzz - , 4.00pm ICU&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Still in ICU..anything that connected to my body being removed ( 2 tubes from my stomach, 1 tubes from my mouth, 3 branula for I.v line on my hand and 2 on my neck),2.00pm nurse give me some porridge to eat...4.am discharge from ICU and transfer back to normal ward&lt;br /&gt;thursday- resting+physic training+monitoring&lt;br /&gt;friday - resting+physic training+monitoring&lt;br /&gt;saturday - resting+physic training+monitoring&lt;br /&gt;sunday - resting+physic training+monitoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday- doctor has confirm to discharge and back home the next day &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- here i am...im home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-473256792673159987?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/473256792673159987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=473256792673159987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/473256792673159987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/473256792673159987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-ok.html' title='im ok'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8232249435252730385</id><published>2008-08-27T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:13:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Behind this mask is more than skin. Behind this mask is ideas, and ideas are bulletproof.""-V for Vendetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8232249435252730385?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8232249435252730385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8232249435252730385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8232249435252730385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8232249435252730385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/08/behind-this-mask-is-more-than-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5775336627531429930</id><published>2008-08-24T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:43:19.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vtX0eo4WjgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vtX0eo4WjgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous! perfect harmonies...jason mraz continues to wow me.&lt;br /&gt;Colbie and Jason wrote this song together by email. So I think its funny that it fits to anybody who has a long distance relationship :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5775336627531429930?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5775336627531429930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5775336627531429930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5775336627531429930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5775336627531429930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucky.html' title='lucky'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-7959231569647930206</id><published>2008-08-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:25:49.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my way</title><content type='html'>Ive lived a life thats full.&lt;br /&gt;Ive traveled each and evry highway;&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets, Ive had a few;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, too few to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;And saw it through without exemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned each charted course;&lt;br /&gt;Each careful step along the byway,&lt;br /&gt;But more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew&lt;br /&gt;When I bit off more than I could chew.&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, when there was doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I ate it up and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;I faced it all and I stood tall;&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Ive had my fill; my share of losing.&lt;br /&gt;And now, as tears subside,&lt;br /&gt;I find it all so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I did all that;&lt;br /&gt;And may I say - not in a shy way,&lt;br /&gt;No, oh no not me,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRANK SINATRA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-7959231569647930206?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/7959231569647930206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=7959231569647930206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7959231569647930206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7959231569647930206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-way.html' title='my way'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5199913747744643740</id><published>2008-07-28T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:17:00.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that imposibble to say when drunk...</title><content type='html'>sharing some funniest (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK: &lt;br /&gt;1. No thanks, I'm married. &lt;br /&gt;2. Nope, no more booze for me!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.&lt;br /&gt;4. Taco Bell ? No thanks, I'm not hungry. &lt;br /&gt;5. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, I couldn't! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not interested in fighting you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have no coordination. I'd hate to look like a fool!&lt;br /&gt;9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to pee in this parking lot or on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5199913747744643740?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5199913747744643740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5199913747744643740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5199913747744643740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5199913747744643740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-that-imposibble-to-say-when.html' title='Things that imposibble to say when drunk...'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8480079250899329746</id><published>2008-07-28T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:57:24.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i should i leave today</title><content type='html'>Poems and pleas of Loved Ones, What they would say If they Had one More Day. We Don't hear what they would say...or if they are do we listen, or think we had lost it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that I love you all........Doesn't matter what or relationship was, or if you hurt me, I forgive you, and Please Forgive Me!!!! If I have hurt you in the Past or Just By My Passing...I am so Very Sorry. I never  intentionally ever meant to hurt anyone!! Should I not Live another day I want you to be happy for me... I am in a far better place than you are and have a deeper understanding now of what "Life Is"!! I don't want you to suffer, Please remember the good times...even the smallest of memory is better than not having one at all.I believe I was Blessed having you In My Life, Even for the smallest of reasons. each person has given me a new piece of information, and each person that has passed on b4 me has a bit of them in my soul. Without them I could not be who I was or Am. Just know that I want you to learn what ever you can with what ever God gives you. Treasure it, you don't know when it will not be around again. I Only Wish Happiness For All...and sometimes we don't realize what we have till its Gone. But I did and I truly am Better for had having you in my Life!!!!!! Till We Meet Again.....On the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8480079250899329746?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8480079250899329746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8480079250899329746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8480079250899329746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8480079250899329746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-should-i-leave-today.html' title='if i should i leave today'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6781550430214713753</id><published>2008-07-23T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:58:20.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought of the purpose of life..</title><content type='html'>what does it all mean? What is the purpose of life? I have asked many people about life, happiness, and why they do what they do. I have heard it's about having a Mercedes Benz in the driveway or having a nice house, having that 60 thousand dollar a year job, and I have heard that life is about pleasing yourself. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To me life is about pleasing others, it's about putting a smile on someone else's face, it's about bumping into something during the night besides pillows, it's knowing that you would rather fight with them than love anyone else. Life is about love and that recognition of love in another. If it's not for love then you are just a robot going through the day to day motions piling up meaningless possessions and killing time until time kills you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love isn't something that you can work for, something you can buy, or something you find just anywhere. Love is a rare commodity that you can only be blessed with in time. It will often disguise itself and it can go just as quick as it came, so to those who have been blessed, live life for that love. For the rest of us, live life for the hope of that love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6781550430214713753?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6781550430214713753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6781550430214713753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6781550430214713753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6781550430214713753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-of-purpose-of-life.html' title='thought of the purpose of life..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6343146186515483488</id><published>2008-07-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:48:38.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a question???</title><content type='html'>It is funny what you end up doing when you are pushed into a corner and you have to make a decision .But its not just any decision - its a decision that will possible affect the rest of your life,and how you live it.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself getting a piece of paper and writing down all the pro's and con's of an operation like that.when i talk to the surgeon they make it sound like its  a routine op that gets done very day - but i know that its not and i know that they don't do it everyday.In spite of how they try and make it sound otherwise&lt;br /&gt;I remember the movie "the bucket list"&lt;br /&gt;So i thought to myself - do i have a bucket list? No,not really - i have pretty much been stubborn enough with my physical ability to try almost anything at least once.&lt;br /&gt;So my question is this - if you knew that you were a 100% candidate for a surgical procedure that could possibly restrict your physical ability to do anything at all,without help - and you had a limited time left,say,5 years at the most :&lt;br /&gt;What is there left to do in your life right now that you think you should do before you cant do it anymore or at all.?? Maybe something that you have done before that you would like to do again,or something that you haven't yet done that you would like to&lt;br /&gt;Places you want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;People you want to meet?&lt;br /&gt;Anything...........................................................?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6343146186515483488?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6343146186515483488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6343146186515483488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6343146186515483488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6343146186515483488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-question.html' title='just a question???'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2474238896636401967</id><published>2008-07-14T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:48:15.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>engineers....</title><content type='html'>A mechanical, electrical and computer engineer were riding together to an engineering seminar when the car suddenly began jerking and shuttering.&lt;br /&gt;The mechanical engineer, said, "I think the car has a faulty carburetor."&lt;br /&gt;The electrical engineer said, "No, I think the problem lies with the alternator."&lt;br /&gt;The computer engineer brightened up and said, "I know, let`s stop the car, all get out of the car and get back in again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2474238896636401967?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2474238896636401967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2474238896636401967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2474238896636401967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2474238896636401967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/engineers.html' title='engineers....'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3159888637201656006</id><published>2008-07-08T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:24:38.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>You know it amazes me what a person can endure but yet still have the faith to see the brighter side of things. That no matter what may go wrong, a person can still stand and say "I will not give up, I will not fade quietly into the night!"  When everything in reality is telling you that something important in your life might be over or might never of gotten started at all, a person has the character and strength not to throw that towel into the ring of life. After all are we not a society that roots for the underdog? Somewhere deep inside we all root for that team to come back from 30 points in the 4th quarter and we all secretly hope that the guy gets the girl at the end of a tear jerking movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then why do some people, sometimes myself included, tell others to give up while you are still ahead. But then I wonder... are we ever really ahead? Do we ever really have the upper hand in life or are we always the underdog? Some give up on the ones they love or the life they dream, but to give up is only to give in... to give in to what everyone else expects you do to. Whatever you do, dont conform to what others think is right for you, because only you know what is right for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If hanging on to the one you love when all odds are against you is right then so be it; if bouncing from job to job until you find something that is meaningful is what drives you then continue to do so; if moving to another country in pursuit of a happier life is all you dream about then make that dream a reality; and if you choose to go out on a limb for that one in a hundred longshot then go ahead and place the bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for our hopes and dreams then we are nothing but robots going through the everyday motions of life. For those that continue to go after their dreams, then I commend you and for those that might be apprehensive about doing the same then I urge you. I urge you to follow your dreams and go after the God given right for the pursuit of happiness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3159888637201656006?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3159888637201656006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3159888637201656006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3159888637201656006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3159888637201656006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='the pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4067899255673894947</id><published>2008-07-06T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:00:36.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warning letter! Just curious ..</title><content type='html'>last week (Monday) few of my friend been given warning letter for non compliance duty...&lt;br /&gt;today few of my friend been asked to out of from the meeting room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was curious is this how meeting should be? by scolding them in front of people without think bout their feeling. should we just issue warning letter to them without see them personally and asking them why they cant comply the job..?&lt;br /&gt;do they ever cross they mind that with continuous issuing warning letter will never help to solve the problem but will make the staff upset, give up, depress and at the end will resign? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..is wondering..when will be my turn.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4067899255673894947?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4067899255673894947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4067899255673894947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4067899255673894947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4067899255673894947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning-letter-just-curious.html' title='warning letter! Just curious ..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4052251123136837815</id><published>2008-07-03T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:57:58.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grab from lydiano...heheheh(saya suka ni ayat)!!</title><content type='html'>Don't be too good I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too caring, I might like you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too Sweet, I might fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to love you when you won't love me after all...&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line : A person who makes me love him is actually a person who loves me more than I love him.&lt;br /&gt;________________x________________________x_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone comes into your life and becomes a part of you but for&lt;br /&gt;some reasons he couldn't stay, don't cry too much... Just be glad&lt;br /&gt;that your paths crossed and; somehow he made you happy even for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line : Time will tell. If he's yours he will surely come back .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4052251123136837815?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4052251123136837815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4052251123136837815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4052251123136837815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4052251123136837815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/grab-from-lydianohehehehsaya-suka-ni.html' title='grab from lydiano...heheheh(saya suka ni ayat)!!'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8325557835198263729</id><published>2008-07-02T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:23:50.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the learning disadvantaged??</title><content type='html'>I Wonder Who the Disadvantaged really are. Could it just Possibly be that we are the Handicapped ones....They have proven that many of the so called  "Mentally Disabled" are in fact Super intelligent in some areas. So much that "Names" have changed over the years to Mentally Challenged.....Ever wonder why we don't remember infancy? Could it be our brain accepts the way society thinks we should think more readily...and all the unacceptable, thoughts, are programed as we develop more.  Do the so called mentally Challenged really have one up on us...so that they can still see all that was given at Birth. Is that the Joy You see in their Faces? Have you ever let yourself go into their world mentally. You have to clear your mind to get there....same as with Babies..... It is a wonderful place. And what is so cool is they can pick you out ........they know when you make the effort to Come "UP" to their level&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8325557835198263729?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8325557835198263729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8325557835198263729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8325557835198263729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8325557835198263729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-disadvantaged.html' title='the learning disadvantaged??'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8718129690052951220</id><published>2008-07-02T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:02:50.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better in time..</title><content type='html'>oH MY GOSH!! I LIKE THIS SONG by leona lewis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the longest winter without you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where to turn to&lt;br /&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there no one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice you mean everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Without something there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Was it all that easy&lt;br /&gt;To just put aside your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dreaming don't wanna laugh&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my feelings but that's the path&lt;br /&gt;I believe in&lt;br /&gt;And I know that time will heal it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice boy you meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go&lt;br /&gt;So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8718129690052951220?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8718129690052951220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8718129690052951220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8718129690052951220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8718129690052951220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/better-in-time.html' title='better in time..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3251914024048949559</id><published>2008-07-02T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:42:34.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is your  hidden talent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while this may not seem big, it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3251914024048949559?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3251914024048949559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3251914024048949559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3251914024048949559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3251914024048949559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-your-hidden-talent.html' title='what is your  hidden talent?'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1736832787187465239</id><published>2008-07-01T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:16:42.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty  or brain???</title><content type='html'>Like any other God’s creation, physical beauty needs no explanation. It’s like the Sun, the Calla Lily, the Starfish... wonderful and perfect in their own rights. A physically endowed human being needs not speak; its mere sight is enough to elicit awe. An exact symmetry of accurate proportion is one of the wonders of natural creation, no genetic engineering but they came out just as wonderful. Only God could have made such a beauty and a tad of luck in sperm and egg union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not a lot of us are bestowed with such a gift---either we fall on the average or the so called aesthetically challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that might be the case, some beauty needs to be exhumed and discovered. It needs proving and verification just like any other invention. Intelligence. It doesn’t come easy nor is it earned like a penny. Though geniuses are just simply born with big brains, they have to work tediously to keep and nurture them. Others who belong to the average have to work harder to get a little closer to being smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are great, and when put to best use, will provide you a taste of paradise only money can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical beauty thrives on physical preservation to keep it...otherwise, it will diminish just as quickly as an infant learns to walk. Intelligence is insatiable and feeds on knowledge for sustenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can not have both, as usually is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in an outrageously impossible supposition, God would ask me to choose just one of which, Beauty or Brain...what should I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1736832787187465239?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1736832787187465239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1736832787187465239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1736832787187465239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1736832787187465239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty-or-brain.html' title='beauty  or brain???'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1365062481805228458</id><published>2008-06-26T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:37:00.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when Girls gone wild!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SGRDHiS-I-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/e1KsIWn_Arc/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SGQ8H6d57cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/__WNaNnY0_w/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216360375053315522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SGQ7g_Q62hI/AAAAAAAAAEk/StVGHe8D7OQ/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SGQ7g_Q62hI/AAAAAAAAAEk/StVGHe8D7OQ/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216359706326129170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1365062481805228458?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1365062481805228458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1365062481805228458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1365062481805228458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1365062481805228458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-girls-gone-wild.html' title='when Girls gone wild!!!!'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SGRDHiS-I-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/e1KsIWn_Arc/s72-c/DSC00555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2595010906855558067</id><published>2008-06-24T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:52:41.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you really deeply into it?</title><content type='html'>Somebody once told me that "Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong&lt;br /&gt;.....it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there...&lt;br /&gt;you'll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a "right person" for you...&lt;br /&gt;and don't rush things....coz somewhere somehow God is preparing somebody for you."&lt;br /&gt;You can never be perfect...the person you love can never be perfect...but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers&lt;br /&gt;, and your love can be perfect through the both of you. But, no relationship is complete without God....&lt;br /&gt;.that's why we have marriage it's a bond not only between you and your loved one....but also with God.&lt;br /&gt;Our relationships fail not because (s)he's not the right person....it's because we expected too much and we decided on our own.&lt;br /&gt;...let God do the work...you may call it waiting time....but while you are waiting...pray.&lt;br /&gt;Let God guide you always...He knows better. No, He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not what you think it is....Sometimes we mistakenly feel that our first relationship will be our last.&lt;br /&gt;Because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of truelove.&lt;br /&gt;Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life.&lt;br /&gt;Others are saying love is immortal and can never be defined. When we think we're in love the first thing&lt;br /&gt;we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone very special can never be taken away from us.&lt;br /&gt;We say this phrase "You are the most wonderful gift from GOD I have ever received..." And after a terrible fight or sometimes even a petty quarrel we then say "&lt;br /&gt;You are the biggest mistake i've ever made for my entire life...!!!!". Now, how do you say and spell the word L-O-V-E? Are you really deeply into it?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, these love promises like "Forever, till Death do us apart, etc." would end up "Never" and "We should part ways,&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer happy with you! My love for you is DEAD!!!".&lt;br /&gt;Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to zero degree "She/He ain't the right one."&lt;br /&gt;But the big question anyone could not answer is "Is she/he the right one?" and "When is the right time?"&lt;br /&gt;That made us stick to whom we are with. Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and the right time to commit?&lt;br /&gt;A big YES is the answer. Don't be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it.&lt;br /&gt;Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You're right, There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there's a compatible partnership that goes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;If you already knew that you're too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don't give it a try. You'll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made.&lt;br /&gt;If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don't go deeper into it. You'll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can't make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest. Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself. More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, it's just pity.&lt;br /&gt;We call it love when we're too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life.&lt;br /&gt;We misunderstood, its just that we're too much dependent to them. We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us&lt;br /&gt;and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past.&lt;br /&gt;We are mistaken, its just insecurity. But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn't something you can buy nor beg.&lt;br /&gt;It is real and existing. You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can't find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come.&lt;br /&gt;It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don't forget that it also can make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2595010906855558067?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2595010906855558067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2595010906855558067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2595010906855558067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2595010906855558067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-really-deeply-into-it.html' title='Are you really deeply into it?'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4071871369651666623</id><published>2008-06-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:41:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted</title><content type='html'>"Everyday is a clean slate; we make it what it is. If we ponder on the things we can not change then we will never have time to enjoy life for what it is, but spend all of our time thinking about what it should be."...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4071871369651666623?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4071871369651666623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4071871369651666623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4071871369651666623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4071871369651666623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/wasted.html' title='wasted'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5196268042837407845</id><published>2008-06-12T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:39:29.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody perfect</title><content type='html'>I  think about this all the time and I try like hell to live my life by it. I love my life and I am truly blessed to have the people I do in it. Some days I just can’t find the upside to things. My point is not to complain but to simply state that you can not always be "great". There are days where I find it hard to face myself in the mirror, days where I feel I just can not coupe with life. Days where no matter what I can’t crack a smile. Days filled with sadness and heartache. And then I realize I am human. I to, have feelings and I can not always wear that mask and put on a smile only to hide what I truly feel, because in the end all I am doing is shielding the world of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5196268042837407845?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5196268042837407845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5196268042837407845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5196268042837407845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5196268042837407845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/nobody-perfect.html' title='nobody perfect'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6196536188159212545</id><published>2008-06-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:29:12.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up one day and were just totally caught off guard by how or where you are in your life?  Like it's all a dream and at any minute you are going to snap out of it and everything in life will be right again!  If only life were that easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of it all is that the only way to make life right is by doing it yourself.  By going after the things that you want the most.  That might mean that you will look like a fumbling idiot along the way, maybe even a jackass at times, and people will probably laugh at you.  Well you know what I say, let them laugh!  Because a person with passion goes after the things that they want without hesitation and without fear of how they are perceived from others.  And out of all the traits that a person can possess, I would have to say that passion is amongst the top.  The passion for life, the passion for love, and the passion for obtaining happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hope that we can all have that passion and bravery in our lives; the bravery to break way those chains and pursue those pleasures in life that we seek.  But with every ying there is a yang, and with that bravery will come fear.  Which is only natural to fear when you have the risk of losing.  But the happiness in life that we seek is worth the risk and the love that we yearn for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tears on our cheek will dry up, the aching heart in our chest will heal, and the empty arms of our soul will hold another! So chin up, and put a smile on...life will get better! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6196536188159212545?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6196536188159212545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6196536188159212545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6196536188159212545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6196536188159212545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-5044215472895791985</id><published>2008-06-10T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:34:14.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday,today,tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>yesterday is a history,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the mystery,  &lt;br /&gt;today is a gift,&lt;br /&gt;that why they called it present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;master Woog Guay, "Kung fu Panda"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-5044215472895791985?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/5044215472895791985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=5044215472895791985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5044215472895791985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/5044215472895791985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterdaytodaytomorrow.html' title='Yesterday,today,tomorrow...'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4659465369026272527</id><published>2008-06-09T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:31:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>I'm depressed! Yes, I said the big 'D' word... I'm depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a worthless waste of space. I feel horrible most every day. If someone asks me how I am, I tell them I'm fine; when really...not to deep inside. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I lie awake in bed, thinking thoughts unintentionally...intense and upsetting thoughts, and believe me, they’re not the most comforting thoughts to fall asleep to. The worst thing about it is that there’s nothing I can do about it. I try to think happy thoughts, I really do. But I keep coming back to the same thoughts each and ever day. I'm hardly eating, often crying, and not sleeping because I'm afraid to fall asleep. I wont let myself go there because I know once I do, all the bad dreams will start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having a lot of dreams from the past... specifically dealing with my mom. (God I miss her!) And I understand that this is likely because 8 years ago, I was watching her go through the exact same thing that I am now dealing with. I can't do it! :-( I feel so alone through it all... and I know I'm not, because I have great relatives and friends. but  just don't think I can do it! &lt;br /&gt;:-( I can't imagine myself making it through...I keep imagining myself giving up and losing this battle, and it scares me,,,But how do I stop doing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4659465369026272527?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4659465369026272527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4659465369026272527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4659465369026272527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4659465369026272527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-7168851561611050507</id><published>2008-06-07T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:12:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered prayers</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you're talking to the man upstairs&lt;br /&gt;That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care&lt;br /&gt;Some of Gods greatest gifts are unanswered prayers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-7168851561611050507?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/7168851561611050507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=7168851561611050507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7168851561611050507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/7168851561611050507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/unanswered-prayers.html' title='unanswered prayers'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2346469156274750559</id><published>2008-06-03T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:51:33.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnet 116</title><content type='html'>Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br /&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken&lt;br /&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2346469156274750559?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2346469156274750559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2346469156274750559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2346469156274750559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2346469156274750559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/sonnet-116.html' title='sonnet 116'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2548533845613840163</id><published>2008-06-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:35:39.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The confusion</title><content type='html'>Life can be so confusing sometimes. What to do, what not to do, what path to take, and what thoughts to listen to? So afraid of making a bad decision, life can be downright frightening. But what in life constitutes a bad decision? Is it choosing the wrong job, maybe the wrong girl or guy, or is it breaking the rules? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes bad decisions in life are necessary to find out who you are, to find what means the most to you, and to maybe find how special of a life you have. Those are not bad decisions by any means; those are simply lessons you learn, some harder than others. The bad decisions in life are the ones you make to pursue one of those lessons but then never actually learn them. Changing your life to find out who you are but then never actually looking into yourself to figure that out, is one of those mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest accomplishment anyone can make is to know thyself and be happy with who you are. But what if you’re not happy with who you are or who you are with for that matter? Do you settle for something less than you deserve, or do you wait for someone who deserves you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2548533845613840163?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2548533845613840163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2548533845613840163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2548533845613840163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2548533845613840163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/06/confusion.html' title='The confusion'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2849610604905384668</id><published>2008-05-30T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:06:50.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>step outside the box</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever got to a point in your life where you were scared to do  something because that goes outside of "comfortable"?  You think or dream of  something you want to do... take a vacation, ask a person out, break up with the  person you're with, or just plain do something different with your life. But for  some reason it never goes beyond a thought or a day dream; all because you've  gotten so comfortable with the way your life is now, that you don't want to risk  changing it for the better.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now let me clarify that there are two types of comfortable.  There is the  comfortable where "you are happpy with where your life is at and the goals that  your life is heading toward", that is the good comfortable.  Then there is the  "I'm not really happy with where my life is at or where it's going, but it's  still a good life to have and I don't want to risk losing it", thats the bad  comfortable.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When did we start living a life that someone else would want, and stop living  for the life that we have wanted our whole lives? Life is not about being  comfortable, because comfortable leads to complacency, and complacency leads to  taking the things in your life for granted.  Once you start taking things for  granted, you lose that natural instinct to live life to its fullest.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You do the same things every day, day in and day out, not because you want to  but because you dont know how to travel outside of "your box".  I understand  that not everyone can be bold, and go after the things they want in life, or  pursue something different because of fear.  Fear of failing, fear of losing  people that don't agree with your choices, and fear of being disappointed if you  don't find what you are looking for. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To those people I say this...if you never try, you will always wonder. Life  is about failure, but it's how far you bounce back from that failure that  measures your worth. You might fail a hundred times before you find what you are  looking for...but actually finding what completes you far outweighs any  heartbreak you would of endured along the way. There is pain, suffering, and  hardships along the broken road, but it leads to a place filled with happiness,  love, and laughter.  You will lose the people you thought were your friends, but  you will gain totally devoted ones in return. You might leave behind a life  that's not for you in search for one that is, and in the end you just might find  what you are looking for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's not the end that is important, it's how you get there.  We will all end  up in a casket someday, it may be tomorrow, or it may be 70 years from now; but  how you get there is up to you.  Do you want to arrive at that casket safe,  unscratched, and comfortable saying "I wish I had done more"...or do you want to  slide in head first, scarred and broken from life screaming "that was one hell  of a ride"?  And who would you rather have at that funeral... the hundreds of  people that don't know you...or the handful of ones that truly do?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Live life for today and not for tomorrow. Pursue the things in life you want  and don't become complacent with the things you have. Love the ones that need  your love in return and forget about the ones that don't. And above all have a  great time doing it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2849610604905384668?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2849610604905384668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2849610604905384668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2849610604905384668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2849610604905384668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/step-outside-box.html' title='step outside the box'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1949111184930847856</id><published>2008-05-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:04:06.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be..</title><content type='html'>another Song By The Beatles to be inspired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oZYqAeIdYk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oZYqAeIdYk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;And in my hour of darkness&lt;br /&gt;She is standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the broken hearted people&lt;br /&gt;Living in the world agree,&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;For though they may be parted there is&lt;br /&gt;Still a chance that they will see&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be. Yeah&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;There is still a light that shines on me,&lt;br /&gt;Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be,&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1949111184930847856?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1949111184930847856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1949111184930847856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1949111184930847856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1949111184930847856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-it-be.html' title='let it be..'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4923598401039300221</id><published>2008-05-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:07:09.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="blogcontent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;It's funny how much things  change.  It's funny how much people change.  In my life change always seems to  be drastic and unexpected.  While those types of change are hard to handle at  the time, they are apparent, and therefore can be dealt with in a more logical  way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changes that I've noticed lately are so diminutive and gradual  you don't even realize they are occurring until you look at their result on your  life over a long period of time.  People come into your life and influence you,  and you in turn influence others.  All these things change who we are.  The  person who was your best friend in high school may now be a completely different  person than you knew then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost sad to me.  Why can't we hold on  to what's dear to us?  It's like we don't have any choice in the matter.  Things  change, people change, and that's just the way it is.  Every little thing we do,  every person we come in contact with changes us in some small way.  Every  experience combined is the sum of who we are.  It's scary that the small choices  we make now can have such a large effect on our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember  being 15 and thinking I was grown...thinking I knew everything.  I look back on  those years and I know how naive I was.  I am so different now than I was then,  and I'm only 25.  What will I be like in 8 more years?  The possibilities are  vastly overwhelming.  I just hope that I can hold on to what gives me a sense of  self... what i believe in, my family, and my friends who are my strength.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                      function openWin(pageName) {                              window.open(pageName,"Soulcast Post Mailer","height=520,width=730,toolbars=no,scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes");                      }                            &lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;       function appear_disappear()      {        var obj = document.getElementById("share_this_post");        obj.style.display=(obj.style.display == 'none')?'block':'none';      }      &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4923598401039300221?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4923598401039300221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4923598401039300221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4923598401039300221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4923598401039300221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-9071035419058733338</id><published>2008-05-25T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:53:19.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is a glorious feeling and a pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is letting go and longing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a mistake which you believe is right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is right but it made you wanted to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is strenght but made you wanted to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why love is so complicated?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im confused and cant comprehend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why i cant have the love i wanted??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-9071035419058733338?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/9071035419058733338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=9071035419058733338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/9071035419058733338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/9071035419058733338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6067087349604892286</id><published>2008-05-22T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:55:58.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont judge me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't judge me by my face&lt;br /&gt;By my friends or what you  hear&lt;br /&gt;Please don't laugh at what I wear&lt;br /&gt;Or how I look or do my  hair&lt;br /&gt;Please look deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And although you may not see it&lt;br /&gt;I  have a lot to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Behind my clothes, the secrets lie&lt;br /&gt;Behind my smile, I  softly cry.&lt;br /&gt;Please look deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you will find&lt;br /&gt;The lonely  girl that lives in me&lt;br /&gt;Please listen carefully to her&lt;br /&gt;She'll show that she  is insecure&lt;br /&gt;Please try to be a friend to her&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you will  see,&lt;br /&gt;That if you just look deep enough&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the real me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                      function openWin(pageName) {                              window.open(pageName,"Soulcast Post Mailer","height=520,width=730,toolbars=no,scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes");                      }                            &lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;       function appear_disappear()      {        var obj = document.getElementById("share_this_post");        obj.style.display=(obj.style.display == 'none')?'block':'none';      }      &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6067087349604892286?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6067087349604892286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6067087349604892286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6067087349604892286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6067087349604892286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-judge-me.html' title='dont judge me'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-4533312105261471602</id><published>2008-05-22T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T05:58:27.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the books of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know we have all had the times where life seems to pile things onto an  already heavy load. The times where our legs seem so tired that we are about to  fall face first into the dirt. Well when you are at these trying times, ask  yourself what is it all for, why are you doing this? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For me it's my faith... the faith that my dreams are about to come  true. The faith that a life lasting love is in my future. How can it seem like  the wicked go unpunished while the good are tried and tried again? We all have  our demons that we battle, some of us battle more often than others. So whether  it be faith, the lord, or a loved one, we all must find our strength and keep it  close to our hearts. For it will be this strength that gets you through these  battles. Because life is anything but fair, and often times it can be downright  mean.  But when you are in that darkness, there is light even though it cannot  be seen.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There is a purpose to life like a moral to the children's book of life.  Although we cannot read these pages or skip to the end to see what happens, as  characters in this book of life we can continue to move forward. We can continue  to brush ourselves off, find our strength in times of need, and march through  those pages toward our moral in life. For each of our own stories are being read  at this very moment, our pages are being turned, as we move through the  experiences of our book to a moral in our own personal story. Granted that some  of us are in the chapters of heartbreak and loneliness, while others are in the  chapters of love and happiness, we all are on a journey.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But if you fail to brush yourself off while face first in that dirt, if you  take that deep breath in defeat, our story is not a story at all... but merely  ideas that never made it to the library of life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-4533312105261471602?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/4533312105261471602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=4533312105261471602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4533312105261471602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/4533312105261471602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/books-of-our-lives.html' title='the books of our lives'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3885532266609275370</id><published>2008-05-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:22:30.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you happy??</title><content type='html'>Are you happy with what you're doing? Are you happy with your life? Are you  happy with your career? It's so much easier and enjoyable to work, if you work  with passion - that is if you really love what you're doing. You're giddy and  excited when you're with the one you're in love - same thing with  work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch or read Pursuit of Happiness to be inspired! It will really  make you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3885532266609275370?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3885532266609275370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3885532266609275370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3885532266609275370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3885532266609275370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-happy.html' title='are you happy??'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3343627892351093944</id><published>2008-05-21T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:18:56.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I've been thinking about  friendship a lot today.  How many true friends are you really ever going to have  at one time, much less throughout your entire life? Probably not many.  There  are very few people...I mean like 2 maybe 3...that I would do anything for and  that know everything about me.  Not that I don't have a lot of people I call my  friends and hang out with, but true friends are few and far between.  I'm sure  we've all been talked about, stabbed in the back, and had our feelings hurt by  those who we thought we could trust. I know I have.  As corny as it sounds, make  sure you treat your friends the way you want to be treated.  I am constantly  amazed at how much small gestures mean to a friend in need.  If a friend calls  you at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3  am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;, or any time of  the day for that matter, answer the phone.  They may need you the most at that  moment, and trust me they will remember that you were there for them.  I just  feel like if I'm a good friend, my friends will reciprocate that and my life  will be a much happier place to live.  My friends are my life...I would do  anything for them and I know some of them would do anything for me.  I cherish  every memory I have with my friends because one day they might not be around and  the memories will be all I have left.  How will my friends remember me?   Hopefully they will say I was always there...&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/7823118920435180152-3343627892351093944?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3343627892351093944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3343627892351093944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3343627892351093944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3343627892351093944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1537905259530659061</id><published>2008-05-21T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:16:35.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant find the words.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to find the words to write anything. So I will write nothing.  Or next to nothing. I have lost all my desire to write. I'm not sure why, but I  have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a troubled place right now in my life, I need help (as the song says),  and am just unsure where to look for it. I've thought many times about leaving  this place, thinking it would be easier. But each time I realized that leaving  this place would change the person who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;(McCartney/Lennon)&lt;br /&gt;Recorded  Live: August 1, 1965, ABC Theatre, Blackpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help, I need somebody, help, not  just anybody,&lt;br /&gt;help, you know I need someone, help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger,  so much younger than today,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;But  now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,&lt;br /&gt;now I find I've changed my  mind and opened up the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling  down,&lt;br /&gt;and I do appreciate you being round.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, get my feet back on  the ground,&lt;br /&gt;won't you please, please, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life has  changed in oh so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;my independence seems to vanish in the  haze.&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then I feel so insecure,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I just need  you like I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling  down,&lt;br /&gt;and I do appreciate you being round.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, get my feet back on  the ground,&lt;br /&gt;won't you please, please, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, so  much younger than today,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;But now  these daya are gone, I'm not so self assured,&lt;br /&gt;now I find I've changed my mind  and opened up the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;and I  do appreciate you being round.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, get my feet back on the  ground,&lt;br /&gt;won't you please, please, help me, help me, help me, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7823118920435180152-1537905259530659061?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1537905259530659061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1537905259530659061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1537905259530659061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1537905259530659061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-find-words.html' title='i cant find the words.....'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8525842034991685078</id><published>2008-05-20T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:23:30.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPNFwz4yMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NMsnVzYqC8M/s1600-h/Image191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPLRAz4yKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KrEdzHVj7ME/s320/Image183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202725487678900386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPKwQz4yJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eGtyraCxpPU/s1600-h/Image175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPKwQz4yJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eGtyraCxpPU/s320/Image175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202724925038184594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPKGQz4yII/AAAAAAAAADs/WjJplsiRKS8/s1600-h/Image172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPKGQz4yII/AAAAAAAAADs/WjJplsiRKS8/s320/Image172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202724203483678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPJsgz4yHI/AAAAAAAAADk/c307R4QC-7k/s1600-h/Image165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPGXAz4yBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nDPnygglvLg/s320/Image149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202720093199976466" 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/7823118920435180152-8525842034991685078?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8525842034991685078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8525842034991685078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8525842034991685078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8525842034991685078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/escape.html' title='Escape...'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDPNFwz4yMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NMsnVzYqC8M/s72-c/Image191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8107006404926662903</id><published>2008-05-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:10:03.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Farewell PArty....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDOSHAz4x_I/AAAAAAAAACk/wvqnl8h_NaU/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDOSHAz4x_I/AAAAAAAAACk/wvqnl8h_NaU/s320/DSC00378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662643717425138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Josh , Yvone And Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDORiwz4x-I/AAAAAAAAACc/IC76yQrCBHY/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDORiwz4x-I/AAAAAAAAACc/IC76yQrCBHY/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662020947167202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                           nailyn..im gonna miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDOQtwz4x9I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZNKys9wkGAA/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDOQtwz4x9I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZNKys9wkGAA/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661110414100434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                            ugly me wif kevin, yvone, tims, Ak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDOQagz4x8I/AAAAAAAAACM/qFEcwdu_DWI/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDOQagz4x8I/AAAAAAAAACM/qFEcwdu_DWI/s320/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202660779701618626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7823118920435180152-8107006404926662903?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8107006404926662903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8107006404926662903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8107006404926662903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8107006404926662903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-farewell-party.html' title='Another Farewell PArty....'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SDOSHAz4x_I/AAAAAAAAACk/wvqnl8h_NaU/s72-c/DSC00378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-197679311381486464</id><published>2008-05-20T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:11:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess I've been thinking way too much lately. I want more in my life.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm tired of the way things keep going. Why is everything happening to  me... and all at once? I'm tired of it! Really tired of it! When will it be my chance  for something good to happen?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I feel like, I'm alone. I have nobody 'here'. I'm scared to get close to  people because I don't want to be hurt again, and I'm afraid of rejection. I  don't know what to do at times and I feel like there is nothing I can do. I feel  hopeless and helpless. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Why this sudden mood? I have no idea! I just wish I could understand myself  again... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-197679311381486464?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/197679311381486464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=197679311381486464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/197679311381486464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/197679311381486464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='why!'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1940698778090634041</id><published>2008-05-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:01:27.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/duTBl5JH7pg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/duTBl5JH7pg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1940698778090634041?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1940698778090634041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1940698778090634041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1940698778090634041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1940698778090634041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-love-you.html' title='i dont love you...'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-2982735613740593396</id><published>2008-05-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:39:35.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the reflection in the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Looking at the reflection in the  mirror, I ponder for a moment. Remembering times when life was far more complex  and much less difficult. Wondering if I will gain control of who I am, what I  stand for and my future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My happiness depends on myself  and myself only. I feel as though I have an idea of what that might compel.  However I have not the slightest idea of what it will take to really get there.  Things can seem so out of reach sometimes. I'm just trying day by day to get a  little further, jumping hurdles and working my way through the obstacles that  are laid out in front of me. I seem to be getting very good at dodging what life  is throwing at me though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As I continue to stare at my  reflection, I notice something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm  jaded, it is written all over my face and there is no denying that I have  neglected myself. Taking all the time in the world to please everyone around me,  I have simply pushed myself to the side and left no time to tend to me. I seem  to be spinning in circles trying to make sense of what is twirling around me. It  is all moving too fast, I find it hard grasp on to anything when it is flying by  me at the speed of light. The reflection staring back at me is clearly trying to  tell me something. It is just a matter of figuring it all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Life seems much more complicated  these days, far more than it ever has before. I find myself second guessing who  I really am and what it is I want out of my life. But I am surely working on it.  And as I stare deeper into the face looking back at me, I realize I am a lot  stronger than I put off. And with that strength I will make it through anything.  I know what my boundaries are and I carry my values and self-respect with me no  matter where I go. I have grown to be independent and strong willed. I just have  to let go of my insecurities and fears to allow myself to become who I want to  be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                      function openWin(pageName) {                              window.open(pageName,"Soulcast Post Mailer","height=520,width=730,toolbars=no,scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes");                      }                            &lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;       function appear_disappear()      {        var obj = document.getElementById("share_this_post");        obj.style.display=(obj.style.display == 'none')?'block':'none';      }      &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-2982735613740593396?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/2982735613740593396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=2982735613740593396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2982735613740593396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/2982735613740593396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/looking-at-reflection-in-mirror.html' title='Looking at the reflection in the mirror'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8178159548889743535</id><published>2008-05-20T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:22:42.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;Being a hopeless romantic at heart, I often think about  different aspects of relationships. I consider myself one of the rare few who  has found the one person she/he was meant to spend forever with. But I wonder about  those couples who don't have that deep soul mate bond. How close are they? Does  your significant other really miss you when you're away, or are they fairly  independent from you? For true love to be there, I believe that you need to miss  the other person in order for your love to grow stronger.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my  question..... What is your significant other thinking when you're apart? Is  he/she too caught up in their own life to care, or does the separation drive  them even further into your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                      function openWin(pageName) {                              window.open(pageName,"Soulcast Post Mailer","height=520,width=730,toolbars=no,scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes");                      }                            &lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;       function appear_disappear()      {        var obj = document.getElementById("share_this_post");        obj.style.display=(obj.style.display == 'none')?'block':'none';      }      &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8178159548889743535?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8178159548889743535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8178159548889743535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8178159548889743535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8178159548889743535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8583846583585188571</id><published>2008-05-15T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:59:19.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my pain</title><content type='html'>there is nothing but pain in life,&lt;br /&gt;life is everything pain&lt;br /&gt;i cant live without&lt;br /&gt;why do we have it&lt;br /&gt;you wonder because&lt;br /&gt;if we didnt have pain&lt;br /&gt;then that would not&lt;br /&gt;make us who we are&lt;br /&gt;but maybe who we are is not who we want to be&lt;br /&gt;i know i never expected my life turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;these are times when i want end everything and MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;one day i will finally&lt;br /&gt;take that razor for the last time&lt;br /&gt;and slide it across my wrists and end the pain&lt;br /&gt;and then i can watch everyone from above&lt;br /&gt;that way i wont cause anymore pain&lt;br /&gt;for my family and friends... MAYBE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8583846583585188571?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8583846583585188571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8583846583585188571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8583846583585188571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8583846583585188571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-pain.html' title='my pain'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1242145262552569378</id><published>2008-05-15T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:34:36.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am for wat i am !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I AM WHAT I AM&lt;/strong&gt;! I be what i wanna be,..I am &lt;strong&gt;STRICT&lt;/strong&gt;, to other jurisdiction, opinion, and thoughts, I can be &lt;strong&gt;WILD&lt;/strong&gt; whenever I wanna be, I tend to &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; myself,..but often thinking twice for my future,..&lt;strong&gt;COMMITMENT&lt;/strong&gt; is killing me, but I kinda like it,..Coz I know, life is &lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/strong&gt;, for me to buy a new one! I HATE THIS and THAT,..WHY? Because it change me into sumbody that i dont wanna be,...This is so not me when it comes to a matter of heart? I rather use my brain than using my heart to live in this f**king world,..&lt;strong&gt;My BRAIN&lt;/strong&gt; is my greatest aset,...SO BE IT!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1242145262552569378?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1242145262552569378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1242145262552569378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1242145262552569378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1242145262552569378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-for-wat-i-am.html' title='i am for wat i am !!'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-8671485013197828109</id><published>2008-05-14T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:49:40.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be OK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything is going wrong And things are just a little strange its been so long now You've forgotten how to smile.And overhead the skies are clear But it still seems to rain on you,And your only friends all have Better things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're down and lost And you need a helping hand When you're down and lost Along the way,Oh, just tell yourselfAh, &lt;strong&gt;I'll be OK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now things are only getting worse And you need someone to take the blame When your lover's gone There's no-one to share the pain,You're sleeping with the TV on And All the alcohol in the world Would never help me to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-8671485013197828109?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/8671485013197828109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=8671485013197828109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8671485013197828109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/8671485013197828109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-be-ok.html' title='i&apos;ll be OK!!'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3905638267463177743</id><published>2008-05-12T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:18:35.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of reach...</title><content type='html'>Knew the signs Wasn't rightI was stupid for a while Swept away by you And now i feel like a fool So confused,My hearts brused Was i ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so farI never had your heart Out of reach,Couldn't see We were never meant to be Catch myself From despair I could drown If i stay here Keeping busy everyday I know i will be ok But i was S o confused,My hearts brused Was i ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far never had your heart Out of reach Couldn't see We were never meant to be So much hurt,So much pain Takes A while to regain What is lost, inside And i hope that in time you'll be out of my mind And i'll be over you. But now i'm So confused,My hearts brused Was i ever loved by you? i can see Theres a life out there For me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3905638267463177743?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3905638267463177743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3905638267463177743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3905638267463177743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3905638267463177743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-reach.html' title='out of reach...'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3663150077814154944</id><published>2008-05-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:56:27.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words of the day</title><content type='html'>Don’t limit yourself. Many people limit themselves to what they think they can do. You can go as far as your mind lets you. What you believe, remember, you can achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3663150077814154944?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3663150077814154944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3663150077814154944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3663150077814154944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3663150077814154944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/05/words-of-day.html' title='words of the day'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-1884506256064167170</id><published>2008-04-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:36:32.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work on LABOUR DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>I hate it when &lt;a href="http://papajoneh.blogspot.com/2007/11/working-on-public-holiday-again.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have to work on Public Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; today on labour day. This is supposed to be a day for me to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-1884506256064167170?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/1884506256064167170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=1884506256064167170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1884506256064167170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/1884506256064167170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-on-labour-day.html' title='work on LABOUR DAY!!!'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-6085923208454593149</id><published>2008-04-30T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:17:34.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>hey people im back to blogging !its been damn long i stop blogging. lols.i guess im damn busy with my works... study.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-6085923208454593149?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/6085923208454593149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=6085923208454593149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6085923208454593149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/6085923208454593149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823118920435180152.post-3747528911230088024</id><published>2008-04-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:02:33.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kukatakan dengan indah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SAQ2x2VpBYI/AAAAAAAAACE/uNId3-JfKp0/s1600-h/blackhairedblueeyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189332900665427330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SAQ2x2VpBYI/AAAAAAAAACE/uNId3-JfKp0/s320/blackhairedblueeyed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kukatakan dengan indah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan terbuka Hatiku hampa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sepertinya lukaMenghampirinya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau beri rasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang berbeda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin kusalah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mengartikannya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang kurasa cinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi hatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selalu memimpikanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terlalu meninggikanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selalu meninggikanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau hancurkan hatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hancurkan lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau hancurkan hatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuk melihatmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau terangi jiwaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau redupkan lagih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau hancurkan hatiku Untuk melihatmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Membuatku terjatuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan terjatuh lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Membuatku merasakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang tlah terjadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua yang terbaik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan yang terlewati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua yang terhenti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanpa kuakhiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peterpan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823118920435180152-3747528911230088024?l=alishaville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/feeds/3747528911230088024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823118920435180152&amp;postID=3747528911230088024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3747528911230088024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823118920435180152/posts/default/3747528911230088024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishaville.blogspot.com/2008/04/kukatakan-dengan-indah.html' title='Kukatakan dengan indah'/><author><name>alishaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956037594911838034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/ScePl9ja1qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sQPAVITR2cQ/S220/SDC10612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfdY__-qKPA/SAQ2x2VpBYI/AAAAAAAAACE/uNId3-JfKp0/s72-c/blackhairedblueeyed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
