<?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-183594049195145800</id><updated>2011-11-15T01:11:41.303-08:00</updated><category term='I hate boys and school.'/><category term='One Of Those Things You Don&apos;t Hear On A Daily Basis.'/><title type='text'>Lisa</title><subtitle type='html'>Twists &amp;amp; Turns Of Fate</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1168630766905042771</id><published>2011-04-12T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T07:52:06.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"..and Now I'm Telling Everybody !"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Jackson Brundage &amp;amp; Gavin DeGraw .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;"Jeng Jeng Jeng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Jackson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Iiiii don't wanna be anything other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;what I've been trying'na be lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Aaaall I have to do is think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;and have piece of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Gavin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I'M TIRED OF LOOKING ROUND ROOMS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;WONDERING WHAT I GOTTA DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;AND WHO I'M SUPPOSE TO BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;IIII DON'T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Meee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Gavin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Very Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Jackson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Thank You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've watched this thousands of times over that past few years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and I never get tired of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Can't wait to see Jamie's new baby sister!!!&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/183594049195145800-1168630766905042771?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1168630766905042771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5915879505656190076</id><published>2011-02-09T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T02:13:49.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Junky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dean and Jess fighting over Rory and I can't pick which one to root for - so much that I find myself in tears every few minutes. What about the Lorelai, Luke and Christopher situation?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brooke and Julian are finally married. And with &lt;i&gt;Sweet and Lo&lt;/i&gt;w in the background, I'm as happy as happy can get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bones finally knows she wants Booth. Now what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clark and Lois are FINALLY engaged. Now the whole of America is against the heroes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meredith and Derek and trying to get pregnant. Callie IS pregnant. Now, what happens to McSteamy and Little Grey?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damon is going insane.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam is soulless. When is the actual Sam coming back? Then what if the soul wall breaks?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan and Blair?! Now, come on!! This is driving me insane. But I LOVE it!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marshal's father died.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prue, Piper and Phoebe are still trying to save themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pretty Little Liars are just so complicated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nikita and Alex? Death Chip?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. So maybe I do have a problem. I can't stop myself from butting into the lives of fictional characters. I've got the addiction pretty bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got exams next week. And what have I studied? Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Job Lisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-5915879505656190076?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5915879505656190076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2011/02/tv-junky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5915879505656190076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5915879505656190076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2011/02/tv-junky.html' title='TV Junky.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-2868107345103403132</id><published>2010-12-19T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T05:19:08.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOBYA OPYHC. 15 - 19.12.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GREEN Team /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Orchids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Down - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jay Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt; &lt;b&gt;(1 1 4 Parody)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey! Look at our score its 1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What?! What?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How can our score be 1 1 4?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ayaiyai&lt;/span&gt;!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oughta&lt;/span&gt; know, tonight is the night to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We've put on a show, for you to see how we loose control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, we are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Green Team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you can call us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Orchids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We're all under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vicky's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; wing as we make our way to win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So orchids don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Though we are losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We could still win this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if our score is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Though we are losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No need to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if our score is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4! 1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if our score is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On day One we met, we barely knew anyone around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, now it's all changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We've forged ourselves an everlasting bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, we are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Green Team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you can call us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Orchids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We're all under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vicky's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; wing as we make our way to win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So orchids don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Though we are losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We could still win this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if our score is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Though we are losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No need to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if our score is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4! 1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if our score is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 1 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;___________________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); "&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ent&lt;/span&gt; for camp at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raub&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;. Had tons of fun under the Sun! Wallowed in Mud and Rain. Trekked for hours. Scraped my leg. Got bitten by a leech. Slept in a soggy tent with a bunch of whiny  Screamed, Sang &amp;amp; Shared Traumatizing Times with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AJs&lt;/span&gt; #2, #3, #4, #5, Omar and Anita. Had such an AWESOME time. Being home feels too weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SEXY KEN, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AIMRAN&lt;/span&gt;  &amp;amp; MY MONKEY BOY, I'm missing you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-2868107345103403132?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2868107345103403132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/12/mobya-opyhc-15-19122010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2868107345103403132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2868107345103403132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/12/mobya-opyhc-15-19122010.html' title='MOBYA OPYHC. 15 - 19.12.2010'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3481942145434124195</id><published>2010-11-22T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T04:52:16.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's only two thin slabs of wood stuck together with a knob in the middle that separates me from the 5 other people in this home that never seem to stop howling.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3481942145434124195?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3481942145434124195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/11/scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3481942145434124195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3481942145434124195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/11/scream.html' title='Scream.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1806033212884519335</id><published>2010-09-24T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T04:03:56.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show(S) Must Go On.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MONTH OF THE 'TV SHOWS'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. SMALLVILLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. BONES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. VAMPIRE DIARIES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. GOSSIP GIRL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. ONE TREE HILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. GREY'S ANATOMY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. SUPERNATURAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. GLEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;... and so many more that I have not been able to watch. This has to be THE BEST MONTH of 2010 - for me atleast. Next month may be exam HELL but I'm going to enjoy September the best I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;October does have its perks though. Phuket Holiday, Adam Lambert Concert &amp;amp; 2 Birthdays... Then comes Finals. I haven't even started studying yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So,To all ya'll out there who share the same crazy Television Addiction as I do, Enjoy The Season!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-1806033212884519335?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1806033212884519335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/09/shows-must-go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1806033212884519335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1806033212884519335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/09/shows-must-go-on.html' title='The Show(S) Must Go On.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-7428367950913503791</id><published>2010-08-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T04:05:26.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sha-doop, Sha-doop." ...  "Shoo-bop, Shoo-bop"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter what has ever come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got my own brand of compony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got a da da da inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I play songs back to back until I go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking, waking on a crowded street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With my headphones loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my hips can swing, So my head can nod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the Rock &amp;amp; Roll, To the Boom Boom beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Melody&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Kate Earl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-7428367950913503791?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7428367950913503791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/08/sha-doop-sha-doop-shoo-bop-shoo-bop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7428367950913503791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7428367950913503791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/08/sha-doop-sha-doop-shoo-bop-shoo-bop.html' title='&quot;Sha-doop, Sha-doop.&quot; ...  &quot;Shoo-bop, Shoo-bop&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3434467229889302601</id><published>2010-07-26T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:55:40.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Is No End, Is There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do Circles resemble our days? Or do Ovals? Maybe Lines?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again and again we repeat our rituals day by day. Different yet alike. Again and again we meet the same obstacles, each time with different faces. Theres no escape, therefore, there is no end, is there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tagging along like shadows - dark, ever changing and always there. Running as fast as we can to hide from these mysterious blurs but running doesn't help, So we turn to darkness. A place where we are alone, where nothing and noone is able to see us. Escaped yet? I think not. In darkness, we feel the emptiness. Slowly it eats us. Creeps around and destroys us like cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, a Circle, Oval, or a plain Line?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3434467229889302601?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3434467229889302601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-no-end-is-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3434467229889302601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3434467229889302601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-no-end-is-there.html' title='The Is No End, Is There?'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-7475973212420721375</id><published>2010-06-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T05:15:00.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxxie ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/TCyF_4uIOVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HYvCGho7OfY/s1600/skins-2-launch-cast-photojpg%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/TCyF_4uIOVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HYvCGho7OfY/s320/skins-2-launch-cast-photojpg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488909378461907282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SKINS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never before have I wished so hard that a person wasn't gay; and Never before have I been so happy to know that that particular person isn't gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never before have I been fixated on a Blond English boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mitch Hewer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKINS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;Britannia High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/TCyF06tLLnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uVXl_vyprac/s320/mitch_hewer5%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488909190016216690" /&gt;                      ...                 &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/TCyF7DXBXNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_wAsS9-VaMQ/s320/mitch_hewer7%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488909295418432722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Personally, I think his hair in Britannia High doesn't do him any justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But thats for you to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-7475973212420721375?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7475973212420721375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/06/maxxie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7475973212420721375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7475973212420721375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/06/maxxie.html' title='Maxxie ♥'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/TCyF_4uIOVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HYvCGho7OfY/s72-c/skins-2-launch-cast-photojpg%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3188517345625488531</id><published>2010-06-14T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:57:31.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 15/6/10, 1.45 a.m.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching 'Remember Me'. Man, its one draggy movie. It's late, i haven't gone to bed. I have a headache. Feels like my heads about to crack. I'm fishing around for some tag line that sums up my life right now, but i can't find one. Funny how when the bad comes, it comes all at once. Pushing and pushing you down until you've reached a low that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; go any lower. And only from there do things start to get better. Thing is, how long do we have to wait until things get better. I guess I'm at the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like puking. I close my eyes and I see lights flashing away. The space in the middle of my forehead is in pain. Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; looks like a royal pain. I've got an early morning ahead. Don't know what I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a blister on my foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3188517345625488531?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3188517345625488531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/06/tuesday-15610-145-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3188517345625488531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3188517345625488531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/06/tuesday-15610-145-am.html' title='Tuesday, 15/6/10, 1.45 a.m.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-401567736045056517</id><published>2010-05-23T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:51:06.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My List Of 'M's</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;iranda Hart  - &lt;em&gt;Totally awesome Comedy Series! If you ever watch it, I can guarantee you'd laugh so hard, It would be impossible to stand while watching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ay - &lt;em&gt;I hate May. The most painful month of the year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;en - &lt;em&gt;depending on their brains &amp;amp; height. Funny bones required.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;arcus es - &lt;em&gt;I know three, and they've all got Math Brains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ovies -&lt;em&gt; I could go for days with only toilet breaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;usic - &lt;em&gt;I don't remember ever going more than 12 hours without.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ani&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;als - &lt;em&gt;I don't like them... NOT my thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;an - &lt;em&gt;I'm practically in love with SuperMan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;om - &lt;em&gt;My moms COOL. Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ontmatre - &lt;em&gt;I HEART Montmatre. Great View.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ar&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;an - &lt;em&gt;haha. The one I call a Plank. *wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ada&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; La&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bert - &lt;em&gt;My Favourite American Idol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I imagined this list to be much longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*List Is Not In Order&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-401567736045056517?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/401567736045056517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-list-of-ms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/401567736045056517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/401567736045056517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-list-of-ms.html' title='My List Of &apos;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-7168672616669360553</id><published>2010-05-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:41:20.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of Those Things You Don&apos;t Hear On A Daily Basis.'/><title type='text'>"Sawadikaap"</title><content type='html'>I was at a Thai restaurant on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;So they greeted us the way Thai people would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sawadikap..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Palms together while knodding head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Sawadikap,..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Palms together while nodding head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch, while walking down the stairs, we saw a Thai carving on the wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; my Mom says,"Look. Doesn't that look nice?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My grandfather says,"...Looks like nonesence."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just before we reach the end of the staircase, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sawadikap,..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Palms together while nodding head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sawadikap,..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then my grandfather says,"Why is he praying to us?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Love My Grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/183594049195145800-7168672616669360553?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7168672616669360553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/sawadikaap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7168672616669360553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7168672616669360553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/sawadikaap.html' title='&quot;Sawadikaap&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-4261903598589651838</id><published>2010-05-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T07:22:04.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Travels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Did you know you confuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Send me on two different trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You say its the right destination,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I look at my tickets, they ain't the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ones leading straight to your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The other has me falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need some clarification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need Love's rotation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And you're making me scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You've got me on repeat..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Feed Your Ego, Angel Taylor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-4261903598589651838?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4261903598589651838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-travels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4261903598589651838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4261903598589651838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-travels.html' title='Love Travels.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3410729419564130439</id><published>2010-05-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:53:36.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 'Hectic May' All Over Again !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hectic May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(2010 Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Month of the year that really gets on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've forgotten all about last May. All, except the fact that I was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MESS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Exams are plain&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shitze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Projects just keep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;piling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like tax bills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Science, Maths, History, Geography, The Phantom Of The Opera, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pahlawan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salak&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;'pimple season'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,... but pimples are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;popping up like bubbles in boiling water!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;!!!*SCREAM*!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3410729419564130439?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3410729419564130439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-hectic-may-all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3410729419564130439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3410729419564130439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-hectic-may-all-over-again.html' title='It&apos;s &apos;Hectic May&apos; All Over Again !!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-7728771597763847826</id><published>2010-05-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:51:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"From Where I'm Standing..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"From where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; standing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You're the quiet side of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;road&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You're looking so lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can't stop looking at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Your head is hanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;trying to beat those goodbye blues."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"From where I'm standing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I caught your eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Are you looking at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cause I saw you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I'm coming over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gonna take things off your mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Schuyler Fisk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we are, wondering about what is to happen. It's as if making time for all the times that might not be. Our skins graze, and the feeling of warmth overcomes me. You don't seem to notice, but I have an inkling you do. Those eyes, round and sad - still you hold a vicious smile. The feelings are mutual, nothing more than the love of friendship, so I hope. Yet spaces feel haunted without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-7728771597763847826?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7728771597763847826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-where-im-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7728771597763847826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7728771597763847826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-where-im-standing.html' title='&quot;From Where I&apos;m Standing...&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6729565662191867722</id><published>2010-04-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:33:42.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate boys and school.'/><title type='text'>Tears Like Diamonds On The Floor...</title><content type='html'>I miss him. So much. And it just kills me when I wonder if he misses me cause I know he doesn't. And it sucks. Convincing myself that I don't want to see him everyday just leaves me in a worse place than where I started off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At times, when I feel free, I feel lonely. I hate, loathe, having to explain to people why I don't feel like talking. I hate that people care to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sure there are those guys who come and go. But they come and go like take away. What in the bloody hell is so damn great about him?! He isn't very good looking, not very nice, hes annoying, and I don't think I even like him very much. So why the hell do I love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah, sure. I'm way too young to know what love is. And maybe that's true. But what I do know is once you make the mistake of flying with the fairies, its gonna take some time before you figure out life's no fairytale. And then theres the process of trying to land back on earth and knowing what you're gonna leave behind is a high that's so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then theres the part where I know I've made a horrible mistake and its led to a whole different world of messy, bad things. Sure, some good has come out of it. And its the kind of good I like, the kind I'd hate to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     What have I done? How is it that at that specific moment everything felt like it was going to be better and suddenly everything just turns out worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6729565662191867722?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6729565662191867722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/tears-like-diamonds-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6729565662191867722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6729565662191867722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/tears-like-diamonds-on-floor.html' title='Tears Like Diamonds On The Floor...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6339827532099693694</id><published>2010-04-23T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:42:00.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They've Taken All My Peace And My Sanity.</title><content type='html'>Stability is just something I don't have right now. Balance. Control. I'm on this super-sonic roller coaster. Confused. Annoyed. Angry. Just praying everything would slow down to a peaceful train ride. Those days where all we did was live in the moment, they're all gone. Now its all about '&lt;em&gt;what next?&lt;/em&gt;', '&lt;em&gt;whats not gonna get me stuck in a mess?&lt;/em&gt;'. No matter how much I take precaution, I end up in a messy, sticky situation that just leads to the next messy, sticky situation.&lt;br /&gt;      I'm so lost.&lt;br /&gt;I do what I've got to. Whats expected of me. Yet, I don't feel like I've gotten anywhere with it. I try and try and look for the answers but another question comes and slaps me in the face. Sometimes, just when I think the dust has settled, another bomb erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I just wish &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;could go right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6339827532099693694?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6339827532099693694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/theyve-taken-all-my-peace-and-my-sanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6339827532099693694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6339827532099693694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/theyve-taken-all-my-peace-and-my-sanity.html' title='They&apos;ve Taken All My Peace And My Sanity.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3811881110856441336</id><published>2010-04-06T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:52:08.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Loathe Saying This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Miss You Guys!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Ching, Xuan, Sashi, Javed, Niroshan, Pasha, Eashwar, Rais, and even Keshav!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaaah!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I feeeeeel like dying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Ching&lt;/span&gt;... You! You haven't called me in a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt;... the only time I get to see anything thats close to being you is when I see your cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Niro&lt;/span&gt;,.... Eeee!! Finally I don't feel that way towards you and all of a sudden its as if you're gone altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Keshav&lt;/span&gt;... I don't even know why I miss you. We aren't even 'friends'!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which just proves how much I miss all of you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is possibly the most colourful post on my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha! When I spellchecked this thing, all your names were highlighted except Pasha's and I Ching's 'I'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3811881110856441336?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3811881110856441336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-loathe-saying-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3811881110856441336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3811881110856441336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-loathe-saying-this.html' title='I Loathe Saying This...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3616280670272506720</id><published>2010-04-02T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:23:03.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear H,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tell me how you've been,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to see your face again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, its been a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last time my heart felt this smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its yearning for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, your love completes me completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my light when there is only dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've been the one I can't be apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you I know I'll never feel alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday I know we'll be together, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, your love completes me completely."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Melissa Polinar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-I know, I know... I said I don't believe in this stuff. But he's H !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3616280670272506720?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3616280670272506720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/honestly-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3616280670272506720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3616280670272506720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/honestly-h.html' title='Honestly, H.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8463156130066319555</id><published>2010-04-02T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:55:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I've Never Had A Taste Before, But Now You've Got Me Wanting More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Boy, you know its bad when you do that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But you don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Holding out exactly what I want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But you won't share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; And I've never had a taste before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But now you've got me wanting more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You're playing it cool. I know what you do. I feel like a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I would be feeling it anyway, cause nobody loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; You're messing around. I've figured you out. You're taking me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I would be feeling it anyway, cause nobody loves me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;... like you do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Angel Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the words I can relate to except the last three. &lt;em&gt;Obviously&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I HATE BOYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They always end up breaking you. (&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; meaning &lt;em&gt;girls.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Theres always that false hope.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've given up on Fairytales &amp;amp; Happily Ever-Afters a long long time ago. Although I get those "I think I 'like' him" moments (a whole bloody lot), I usually say sayonara &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Forgive the spelling. I'm not sure about this word.)&lt;/span&gt; to them by thinking "Yeah, right. Not in this lifetime."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've actually been dubbed 'Heartless'. Yeah. A boy screamed it out loud when I made some comment about Christine risking her life for Raoul. I said "Girls, don't do that." Then he screamed, "You're heartless!!" But he said it with a smile and a laugh so maybe he wasn't really serious. But then again, I wouldn't totally disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Shout out to Edwin for being the best Boy-Friend in the world !!! Love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I like that sentence..."Boy, you know its bad when you do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8463156130066319555?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8463156130066319555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-ive-never-had-taste-before-but-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8463156130066319555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8463156130066319555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-ive-never-had-taste-before-but-now.html' title='And I&apos;ve Never Had A Taste Before, But Now You&apos;ve Got Me Wanting More.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-241242220121890352</id><published>2010-03-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:28:38.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My last post = History.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its got nothing to do with my life now. Now, now, now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How did my life go from a steady train to a circus ride? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The waves have come crashing down on me, trying to take me out to sea, and I'm waiting patiently for someone to fight them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*dum, dum, dum, di, dum, di, dum, dum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... I like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-241242220121890352?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/241242220121890352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/241242220121890352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/241242220121890352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/now.html' title='Now.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5087695356038001210</id><published>2010-03-25T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T05:16:29.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again. Not You.</title><content type='html'>I feel those snakes in my tummy making it feel empty, making it churn.&lt;br /&gt;You do this to me without knowing so. I feel like this without wanting to.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be. If I let myself, it'll be the end of any balance or sanity.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a love note, or a hate note.&lt;br /&gt;Its a note saying you're making me feel things that aren't good. So stop.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I don't want you to... Just Stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-5087695356038001210?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5087695356038001210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-again-not-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5087695356038001210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5087695356038001210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-again-not-you.html' title='Not Again. Not You.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-7000221309872292356</id><published>2010-03-23T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:25:19.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History Repeating Itself &amp; This Time I'm The Witness !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once a Bitch, Your Always Gonna Smell Like A Bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow, this is just extremely funny. HA HA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brings back memories... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't people ever change. Or ever want to change. And for the better, maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess not. Maybe some. But not many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should be surprised, yet I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the way the Earth goes round and never stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whoa&lt;/span&gt;, for some reason its starting to rhyme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-7000221309872292356?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7000221309872292356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/history-repeating-itself-this-time-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7000221309872292356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7000221309872292356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/history-repeating-itself-this-time-im.html' title='History Repeating Itself &amp; This Time I&apos;m The Witness !!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-2527343904671819498</id><published>2010-03-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:27:46.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invention Of Lies &amp; Pain.</title><content type='html'>Imagine a world without lies. That would just be down right horrendous. If we couldn't lie, what kind of peace could we have. &lt;em&gt;The Invention Of Lying.&lt;/em&gt; That was one painful movie to watch. It wasn't boring, it wasn't super fun, and it sure wasn't the greatest movie ever. But watching a world where nobody lies is horrible. And when that one person starts to lie, everyone feels relieved -including myself. You see, &lt;em&gt;Lying Isn't That Bad&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Lying&lt;/em&gt; is a basic need for human &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;survival&lt;/span&gt;. How funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I walked into a wall today and hit my face. Thank God I didn't hit my nose. That would've been a tragedy. My left eye feels sore. I've never had a black eye so this could be one of those life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt;, that is if it starts to bruise.&lt;br /&gt;How weird though, I had my glasses on and I still walked into a bloody wall. I've lived here for almost 2 and a half years and I can still manage to hit a wall!! I'm accident prone, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-2527343904671819498?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2527343904671819498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/invention-of-lies-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2527343904671819498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2527343904671819498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/invention-of-lies-pain.html' title='The Invention Of Lies &amp; Pain.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8129049206373487538</id><published>2010-03-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:04:19.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Okay, Okay,... What Shall I Blog About Today...</title><content type='html'>What Shall I Blog About Today?... How bout' &lt;em&gt;Today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*This information is not written in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Pasha Today.&lt;br /&gt;I took a big nap today.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym and ran till' my sweat glances lost all its water.&lt;br /&gt;I waited in line to get that Huge Fried Chicken that Aswad bought that day. Bloody Chicken guy talks so much shitze.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get a red cap but it was a total rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to I Ching for exactly 23 minutes. Yes. She times us. &lt;em&gt;Gosh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate asam laksa for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that My sister, mom and I actually have a 'Taking-Picture-Tradition" Its always Sarah, Mom, then Me.&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to Elysa and shes worried about dear &lt;em&gt;Asvad&lt;/em&gt; coz he's not picking up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;My brother was annoying the shit out of me coz his phone got barred and some girls trying to call him and its just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sleepy after the long nap.&lt;br /&gt;I've only studied Sejarah(a heck of a lot of Sejarah), Science &amp;amp; Math.&lt;br /&gt;I made French Toast &amp;amp; Sausages for breakfast. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I made the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Arman and he had some weird Australian accent on:like... "heeyellow." and I froze.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting time on this thing...&lt;br /&gt;The second the bell rings on friday... I'M A FREE WOMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've still got tons of Projects to do. Screw This Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I did a lot today.... And I've Got Loads More To Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8129049206373487538?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8129049206373487538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-okay-okay-what-shall-i-blog-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8129049206373487538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8129049206373487538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-okay-okay-what-shall-i-blog-about.html' title='Okay, Okay, Okay,... What Shall I Blog About Today...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6651326281575703493</id><published>2010-02-07T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:34:25.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're neither friend nor foe, though I can't seem to let you go. &lt;div&gt;Stupid song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, Niro!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was in love with Aswad!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But iim not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody SHITZE LAH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I Can't Stand This!!!!!! Life's a bitch. You're A Pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh Well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHANIA TWAIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is soooooo craaaazy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!! I just spoke to you and now im like... "uh.................................................."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh well!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6651326281575703493?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6651326281575703493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-neither-friend-nor-foe-though-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6651326281575703493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6651326281575703493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-neither-friend-nor-foe-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8492375087369923488</id><published>2010-01-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:23:42.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ho I Ching !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Why In The World Haven't You Called Me?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8492375087369923488?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8492375087369923488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8492375087369923488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8492375087369923488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='Why?!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8563183449164392064</id><published>2010-01-29T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:19:39.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Me And My Heart We Got Issues,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Know If I Should Hate You Or Miss You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn, I Wish That I Could Resist You,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't Decide If I Should Slap You Or Kiss You."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I find myself memorizing your every move and replaying them in my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/183594049195145800-8563183449164392064?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8563183449164392064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/01/issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8563183449164392064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8563183449164392064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/01/issues.html' title='Issues...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3165977555169838684</id><published>2010-01-16T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:37:29.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrique Iglesias Es Muy Caliente !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0200woVJLoywA0IijzbkF/SIG=12oh94l8m/EXP=1263792816/**http%3A//files.clubplanet.com/sitefiles/ArticleImages/2405/Enrique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Its in Spanish because he is just soooooo sexy!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/183594049195145800-3165977555169838684?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3165977555169838684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/01/enrique-iglesias-es-muy-caliente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3165977555169838684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3165977555169838684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2010/01/enrique-iglesias-es-muy-caliente.html' title='Enrique Iglesias Es Muy Caliente !!!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8352189113251565729</id><published>2009-12-13T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:03:25.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Shit.</title><content type='html'>Before, I was reasonably happy. Before, I made tea for those who wanted. Before, I spent the day with Sam. Before, I was willing to listen. Before, hurt didn't feel so potent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I Hate My Mom. Right now, I'm stuck with the Angel Of Music because Sam has been taken away. Right now, I'm drinking cold tea. Right now, hurt is stronger than ever. Right now, I'm pissed beyond repair. Right now, I'm not taking no crap from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I'll be nagged by a mob. Later, I'll be forced to do things against my will. Later, I'll scream, Later, I'll say no. Later, I'll make tea for no one but myself. Later, I'll miss Sam terribly. Later, I'll sum up the day as another day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Today is shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8352189113251565729?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8352189113251565729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-is-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8352189113251565729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8352189113251565729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-is-shit.html' title='Today Is Shit.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8384153349144653150</id><published>2009-12-05T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:39:02.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm Blogging About It. UhOh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I really have nothing else to blog about. And you might say " If you've got nothing to  blog about - don't!!" But thats not happening.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Team &lt;em&gt;Jacward &lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(all this 'Team ...' stuff is starting to get irritating.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I prefer the terms&lt;em&gt; Mr. Smelly&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Mr. Hunky&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Smelly&lt;/em&gt; looks pure nasty! Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why would Mr. &lt;em&gt;Smelly&lt;/em&gt; do that to his die hard fans? Hes telling them its okay to be &lt;strong&gt;smelly!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Hes already got a Miss Smelly following in his footsteps!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Hunky&lt;/em&gt; has his good looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres something funny about him. As he gets buffer, his eyes get smaller and smaller and he looks shorter and shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also tends to upset girls &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just a little)&lt;/span&gt; coz' he can't seem to get with a girl that every fan loves. How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still, their one of the most popular people known to man in this day and age. Even my mom and dad notice them on the telly! Now, thats amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&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/183594049195145800-8384153349144653150?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8384153349144653150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-im-blogging-about-it-uhoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8384153349144653150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8384153349144653150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-im-blogging-about-it-uhoh.html' title='Now I&apos;m Blogging About It. UhOh!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-7510637523728955574</id><published>2009-12-01T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:54:10.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought I Was Grumpy This Morning,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;I Guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; All Changed !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Hit The "Replay" Vein And It Got Stuck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Anything that's worth having &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is sure enough worth fighting for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quiting's&lt;/span&gt; out of the question &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it gets tough, gotta fight some more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its amazing what a little reading can do in under 12 hours. &lt;em&gt;Amazing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-7510637523728955574?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7510637523728955574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-thought-i-was-grumpy-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7510637523728955574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7510637523728955574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-thought-i-was-grumpy-this-morning.html' title='I Thought I Was Grumpy This Morning,...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-4088910925225304553</id><published>2009-12-01T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:32:59.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chunk Of What My Brain Juice Is Working On.</title><content type='html'>Sick Of Outside Company? YES! I can't take anymore people around me. &lt;em&gt;I need to be &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My Personal Antidote: Tons of blasting-speaker music, Tons of books (the warm, dirty, sexy, satisfying kind of stuff), and movies &amp;amp; television that take minds to lands that don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty depressing, you could say. Its totally better than having to face the real world.&lt;br /&gt;And, just a little FY Informacion,... if your above 18 don't bother paying 9 quid to go see the 'Mona Lisa'. Its unbelievably small. Plus, you might just get a little stalker with a camera thrown in. Pretty freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I do like Paris. The best place would be outside Saint Denis's Church - great view.&lt;br /&gt;And Now, I'm off to the 'warm &amp;amp; satisfying' book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-4088910925225304553?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4088910925225304553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/chunk-of-what-my-brain-juice-is-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4088910925225304553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4088910925225304553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/12/chunk-of-what-my-brain-juice-is-working.html' title='A Chunk Of What My Brain Juice Is Working On.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6554969599461866090</id><published>2009-10-31T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:08:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there to all me fellow Malaysians!! I'm in the UK right now. Cardiff, Wales to be exact - visiting my cousin and some of her friends. I've been here almost a week and I've seen Cambridge (I Cannot Study There!), Oxford(Can't Study Here Either!), Warwick, Bath, Bristol, and a couple more places - can't really remember all of them. Not only am I on a trip to the UK,... I'm missing Finals!!! So, to all of you who are sitting home and studying: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HaHaHa&lt;/span&gt;!!!". &lt;/em&gt;I'll be back in three weeks just in time for New Moon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little message to my amigos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ji&lt;/span&gt;: Its so quiet without you two! Watch &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; with me when I get back and we can all go "Bella!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;agaiiiin&lt;/span&gt;! And I'll bring home lots of chocs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6554969599461866090?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6554969599461866090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/10/united-kingdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6554969599461866090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6554969599461866090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/10/united-kingdom.html' title='United Kingdom'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3336455553432921868</id><published>2009-10-22T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:52:08.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth.</title><content type='html'>His voice is so wonderful. So sexy. When he sings its as if all the ice is melting and the Sun is finally coming out. Its like melting chocolate. Its warm and welcoming. Man! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ronan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keating's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; songs are so &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3336455553432921868?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3336455553432921868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/10/warmth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3336455553432921868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3336455553432921868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/10/warmth.html' title='Warmth.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-2183823157375513272</id><published>2009-09-26T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:24:21.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits Die Hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Giving up, rejecting, resenting,... all the moves we make by instinct. All the moves we take because our gut tells us to. But these moves only truly work when someone has the ability to build a wall around their hearts. Most of the time building a wall bottles up lots of pain, therefore the weak and forgiving put on temporary shields. And when this shield wares off, these people let go and forget. These people start to hope, start to let in, start to help. This is a mistake, but a mistake that has to be made to be able to understand why things were done the way they were before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But that's only one side of old habits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For some, attention and power are what contributes to betrayal and disloyalty. Using others to get what they want. Then to try and make them jealous with what they've gotten. To do it once and never again is forgivable. But to do it again is a regrettable mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Just a little note to a little someone who just happens to understand my little situation here: I might have done something wrong and for that I have apologized many times. You came to me for help and I gave it to you when no one else would. No questions asked. I knew the consequences and I was warned, but I took the risk. But even though you've turned your back on me, I don't regret my decision. If anything, I'm happy to have done so. To be able to see true colours. What you could have possibly taken from me can be replaced. What you think you can make me feel, think again. You can try to play games, just know that I can play too. And I appreciate the invite. ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-2183823157375513272?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2183823157375513272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-habits-never-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2183823157375513272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2183823157375513272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-habits-never-die.html' title='Old Habits Die Hard.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6085854518685253157</id><published>2009-09-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:16:05.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sir-Lump-Mart-Hairy-Rare-Year"</title><content type='html'>Raya was &lt;em&gt;extremely boring&lt;/em&gt;. Having barely any family around sucks. All I've done is watch Television. I can't wait to see how next year turns out.&lt;br /&gt;I also can't wait for the end of next month! Holiday!!! Hopefully I get to meet Prince Harry. And if I'm lucky... Rob Pattinson (Not that hes hot or anything like that. I just want an autograph.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6085854518685253157?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6085854518685253157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sir-lump-mart-hairy-rare-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6085854518685253157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6085854518685253157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sir-lump-mart-hairy-rare-year.html' title='&quot;Sir-Lump-Mart-Hairy-Rare-Year&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3052230230435240916</id><published>2009-09-10T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:09:28.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy! I can barely open my eyes. I pay Zero attention in classes. I don't think I've ever cared less about the things that happen around me. I could fall asleep right now. Goodnight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3052230230435240916?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3052230230435240916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3052230230435240916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3052230230435240916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-tired.html' title='So Tired.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-979270763566671122</id><published>2009-09-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:53:46.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-979270763566671122?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/979270763566671122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/979270763566671122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/979270763566671122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5332606595519396462</id><published>2009-09-02T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:15:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And As For The Question Of Destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;All I Know Is When Destiny Really Wants To Accomplish Something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;It Can't Do It Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;You Still Have To Go To That Restaurant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;You Still Have To Show Up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;You Still Have To Build A Bridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;To The One You Love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Charlie Bellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-5332606595519396462?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5332606595519396462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5332606595519396462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5332606595519396462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-4894095997482620762</id><published>2009-09-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:59:12.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip.</title><content type='html'>Had one of the best weekends ever!&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the cousins. Celebrated sister's 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Got into a Beetle and went to get movies at midnight. Spent a whole hour while waiting for food to bring back before going home. Watched movies till dawn. Had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pulut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and curry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt; after ten minutes of sleep then went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a mouse stuck in a cave with a bear but I guess the feeling of jet lag would ware off soon.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-4894095997482620762?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4894095997482620762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4894095997482620762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4894095997482620762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1408037762703670180</id><published>2009-09-01T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:10:43.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love &lt;em&gt;Superman&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Smallville is officially the second awesome-est TV series I have ever watched.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm not sure what No.1 is yet).&lt;/span&gt; Clark Kent is so awesome!!! Problem is he doesn't wear a suit. Darn. That would be extra cool... and weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-1408037762703670180?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1408037762703670180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/superman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1408037762703670180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1408037762703670180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/superman.html' title='Superman.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5558835983841662238</id><published>2009-08-27T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:51:06.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Beyond Repair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Niroshan De Silva&lt;/span&gt; Is A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dingbat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/183594049195145800-5558835983841662238?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5558835983841662238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed-beyond-repair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5558835983841662238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5558835983841662238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed-beyond-repair.html' title='Pissed Beyond Repair.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1864144910397224976</id><published>2009-08-26T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:08:07.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message In A Bottle...(or on a blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you've seen how many times Nicholas Sparks has made me cry,... you'd think I'm a leaking bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its amazing how a movie can bring a book to life. I've watched three out of four of the movies that were based on the books Nicholas Sparks has written. And with every movie, I have shed tears without fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His stories are told in ways that make you want to love, want to cry when you're sad, smile when you're happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me want to be able to live by the beach someday, just so I can listen to the waves crash into the sand and smell the salt in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God! I am so mushy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/183594049195145800-1864144910397224976?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1864144910397224976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/message-in-bottleor-on-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1864144910397224976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1864144910397224976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/message-in-bottleor-on-blog.html' title='Message In A Bottle...(or on a blog)'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1477638213410846003</id><published>2009-08-21T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:57:18.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'I Love You, Beth Cooper.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;"I Love You, Beth Cooper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Awesome movie. So funny. Who knew someone could have such a huge nose?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mine is big, but you could use the term '&lt;em&gt;Parrot&lt;/em&gt;' for his!)&lt;/span&gt; Who knew driving as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recklessly&lt;/span&gt; as Beth Cooper existed? Who knew parents could be so freaky when they're alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Officially the best part of the day. So Funny!! Great movie. Definitely a Must-Watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-1477638213410846003?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1477638213410846003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-beth-cooper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1477638213410846003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1477638213410846003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-beth-cooper.html' title='&apos;I Love You, Beth Cooper.&apos;'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5451169321892996746</id><published>2009-08-21T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:51:32.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Way Things Should Be.</title><content type='html'>How could I have been so horrible? How could I have let myself get that far? How could I betray someone else that badly?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insanity. Disgust. Hatred. Insanity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How can someone so freaky make you feel different towards them? Even if its for a split second and that feeling was soon forever lost,... how can it be allowed?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could hurl right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-5451169321892996746?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5451169321892996746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-way-things-should-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5451169321892996746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5451169321892996746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-way-things-should-be.html' title='Not The Way Things Should Be.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8851376371201565554</id><published>2009-08-20T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:36:58.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OXYGEN IS BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no more tests. aah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no more tests for me till next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Europe, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can read Harry Potter and watch the Tivo as I wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been waiting for this day since the beginning of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Am So Sleepy. I've had so little sleep in the past 4 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I OFFICIALLY HATE KINGS FROM THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;th CENTURY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they can't pick better names! they keep using the same ones over and over and over again. some even change their biological names to something that sounded like the name of the king before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8851376371201565554?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8851376371201565554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8851376371201565554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8851376371201565554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-7394878666276782734</id><published>2009-08-16T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:46:03.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY TESTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE EXAMS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hate, Hate, Hate  exams. I don't want to study right now! I've actually got other things on my mind! Like Television and playing music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO STUDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOODY TESTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO KILL. I WANT TO STAB A PILLOW. I WANT TO WATCH THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TIVO&lt;/span&gt;. I WANT TO SLEEP. I WANT TO WATCH CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY, PENN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BADGLEY&lt;/span&gt;, TOM WELLING AND CHUCK BASS&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I FORGOT HIS REAL NAME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/183594049195145800-7394878666276782734?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7394878666276782734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloody-tests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7394878666276782734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/7394878666276782734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloody-tests.html' title='BLOODY TESTS.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5148131968783635501</id><published>2009-08-14T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:23:03.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In With The New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Twilight Dolls For Sale!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is ridiculous. Man have found a new way to make money from Twilight. They made dolls! Totally mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was number 1. Number 2 is,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Wanna Watch: One Tree Hill, Smallville, The Last International Playboy, The Proposal, Greys Anatomy, Bones, Kyle XY, Gossip Girl.... and other shows I've forgotten about. And I want them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3rd, My Limewire doesn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4th, I have exams in exactly 3 days and I have not studied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and 5th, I want to kiss Chad Michael Murry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( 'Australian Looking Guy' is absolutely gorgeous! He was fighting with that girl again and he started crying and I think he caught me looking. And he has beautiful hair. I still want to touch it! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-5148131968783635501?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5148131968783635501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-with-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5148131968783635501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5148131968783635501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-with-new.html' title='In With The New.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1762555170829402653</id><published>2009-08-12T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:08:45.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is The Bloody Problem?</title><content type='html'>Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not the type to run away because a group of &lt;em&gt;super duper big headed girls&lt;/em&gt; think my reputations going down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;My reputation wasn't very big anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of chucking a friend just because a &lt;em&gt;clique &lt;/em&gt;doesn't like it is disgusting. I'm not that desperate for some publicity that will ware off just as fast as it came along. So what if I'm better known than some of the people I hang with? So what if my best friend just happens to be the guy that attracts attention from girls? So what if the people I talk to aren't loved by the whole student body? I'm going to be me. And if these people have a problem with that, I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. And sometimes these mistakes can hit a nerve and hurt others. But those who have made the mistake have to have the decency to say they were wrong. And those who were hurt have to make an effort to forgive. Forgetting may be impossible, but forgiving isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe stupidity like this even happens. These people are such horrid bird brains!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-1762555170829402653?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1762555170829402653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-bloody-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1762555170829402653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1762555170829402653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-bloody-problem.html' title='What Is The Bloody Problem?'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8675028167968965836</id><published>2009-08-12T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:43:40.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome-est Riddle Ever. (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The answer is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spider.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8675028167968965836?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8675028167968965836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-est-riddle-ever-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8675028167968965836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8675028167968965836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-est-riddle-ever-part-2.html' title='Awesome-est Riddle Ever. (Part 2)'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8468568668567596612</id><published>2009-08-07T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:42:19.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome-est Riddle Ever. (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Harry Potter is Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out this riddle. It's really good. Decipher it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your answer is in&lt;em&gt; one&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Firstly, a person who lives in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;Who tells secrets but naught lies,&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the last thing to mend,&lt;br /&gt;The middle of middle, and the end of end,&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, name me a sound often heard,&lt;br /&gt;During the search of a hard-too-find word,&lt;br /&gt;Then, string them all together,&lt;br /&gt;And name me a creature you would not want to kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd probably get it. I was extremely Slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll post the answer later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8468568668567596612?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8468568668567596612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-est-riddle-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8468568668567596612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8468568668567596612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-est-riddle-ever.html' title='Awesome-est Riddle Ever. (Part 1)'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6810513892956408095</id><published>2009-08-03T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:34:37.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Red' and 'Green'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Love, Love Them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;*this post consists of two people who's names are to be left anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*one will be known as &lt;em&gt;'Red' &lt;/em&gt;and the other will be &lt;em&gt;'Green'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Red' &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; 'Green'. &lt;/em&gt;I love them both very much. They both have things I need. And I have things they need. I am very close to both of them although they are not close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Green'&lt;/em&gt; can easily be considered my best friend. And I don't just call anyone my best friend. &lt;em&gt;'Green' &lt;/em&gt;is the smartest, kindest, craziest person I know. &lt;em&gt;'Green'&lt;/em&gt;s always there for me and we have so much fun!!! Part of the reason why I haven't gone into depressed mode in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Red'&lt;/em&gt; and I have been friends for a while now. For all I know, I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;'Red'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;'Red'&lt;/em&gt;s the best, most of the time. The one to get me laughing, and the one who tells me somethings wrong. And also the one to tell me to stay away from things that are wrong (I'm talking about situations and people. Not drugs or cigarettes.) I ,too, do the same for &lt;em&gt;'Red'&lt;/em&gt;. The thing about 'Red' and I is no matter how much we may fight or hate at times, we always find ways to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no one like them. And they rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6810513892956408095?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6810513892956408095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-and-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6810513892956408095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6810513892956408095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-and-green.html' title='&apos;Red&apos; and &apos;Green&apos;.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-4278657180734398964</id><published>2009-08-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:42:55.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash!</title><content type='html'>I played my but off this morning. It's only 11.30 in the morning and I've been up  for 3 hours and taken a bath. I've been red faced for an hour or so and I'm starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, it seems to be quiet an ordinary morning. Moms already ranting, brothers already wining, Sisters scratching her head and looking like shes about to cry, other sister is kind of invisible, dads beating the world record for 'Longest Bath Ever Taken', and I'm in my room - blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters going to be a different kind of 'Sunday Afternoon In The Iqbal House'. We're goin out for a little lunch with my mom's brother and his daughter, my cousin. They live in Ireland, so this is the second time I remember them being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-4278657180734398964?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4278657180734398964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/squash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4278657180734398964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4278657180734398964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/squash.html' title='Squash!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1634530267315718912</id><published>2009-07-31T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T05:57:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Know You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh! &lt;/em&gt;That smile. It's crazy. And the way he plays with his hair! It makes me want to touch it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've seen him around for quit some time but it never hit me as hard as the last time. Whenever he comes to mind I feel a wave of electric flow through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I went red the last time I saw him. Man, that was so embarassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The one chance there was to me getting to know who he was,... and I missed it. Seriously, if this isn't bad luck, I don't know what is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-1634530267315718912?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1634530267315718912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1634530267315718912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1634530267315718912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-know-you.html' title='I Wanna Know You...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-1317806106751057962</id><published>2009-07-30T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:13:51.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Fingertips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SnGDJdgKWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eDwaG45K8YQ/s1600-h/Image0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364212829736557170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SnGDJdgKWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eDwaG45K8YQ/s320/Image0542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason to why my fingers hurt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, love, Love &lt;/em&gt;playing it. A month of it and I can actually play. With no classes! 6 years of the piano and I know squat. (Well, a little more than &lt;em&gt;squat&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Problem is I've been playing it so much my fingers hurt. And apparently that's suppose to happen. &lt;em&gt;Ouch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad gave me that guitar. You probably can't see,... but theres a huge scratch on one of the corners. And a huge dent somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/183594049195145800-1317806106751057962?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1317806106751057962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sore-fingertips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1317806106751057962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/1317806106751057962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sore-fingertips.html' title='Sore Fingertips.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SnGDJdgKWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eDwaG45K8YQ/s72-c/Image0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3719218975612625309</id><published>2009-07-26T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:57:24.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sidekick !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt; I am officially a fan. I use to think &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; was complicated and only read by nerds. Well, I was wrong. Its not complicated at all! Maybe it is for nerds, but would a nerd know hes a nerd? So screw that point. Anyway, for those who just follow the movies, you might not understand what I'm about to say. You might think this is insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;Falling in love with book characters. Hah! Stupid don't you think? Well, I've done it... 6 times before. So here's the 7th...: Ron Weasley. Yes. The Red Head from &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;. Now you're probably thinking "Yup! Shes lost it. That guy? Seriously? But hes....Well, not very good looking." Yes. Maybe I am crazy... to you. I happen to think hes the most interesting character in the book. Sarcastic, Funny, Stupid,... Funny. All my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ron Rocks !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3719218975612625309?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3719218975612625309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sidekick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3719218975612625309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3719218975612625309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sidekick.html' title='The Sidekick !!!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-2794323870293769046</id><published>2009-07-15T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:59:30.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael, Michael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU SO BAD !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know, I know. You think I'm talking about Michael J. Jackson. Well, I'm not. I know he died. Yes, I am saddened by it, too. But hes not the only 'Michael J. .....' who died. I've lost, yet, another Michael. My favourite Michael...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Michael J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scofield&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;2005 - 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358666392064525426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sl3OsTDUhHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0dKXHJWUgCo/s320/Wentworth-Miller-pb20%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No more of those beautiful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No more of that beautiful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No more of that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll miss you, Michael. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wentworth&lt;/span&gt; Earl Miller, who plays Michael, however, is still alive. And hes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is always an upside when it comes to him! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-2794323870293769046?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2794323870293769046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-michael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2794323870293769046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/2794323870293769046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-michael.html' title='Michael, Michael...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sl3OsTDUhHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0dKXHJWUgCo/s72-c/Wentworth-Miller-pb20%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-4330520929821222674</id><published>2009-07-01T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:25:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sexy Men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks5P5R7R2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/sl9zoUloScM/s1600-h/3433767330_3f87f7112c%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353435527296796514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks5P5R7R2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/sl9zoUloScM/s320/3433767330_3f87f7112c%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks19DmM9mI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/88ZuV4hv64w/s1600-h/2075976568_600538b284%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353431905113798242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks19DmM9mI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/88ZuV4hv64w/s320/2075976568_600538b284%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks13LwuFJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/90LenB8W84M/s1600-h/shane_west%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353431804226180242" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks13LwuFJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/90LenB8W84M/s320/shane_west%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SksyGmBkkzI/AAAAAAAAADw/5pY1nMFLF38/s1600-h/gosling40%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353427670927708978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SksyGmBkkzI/AAAAAAAAADw/5pY1nMFLF38/s320/gosling40%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SksxjigB7uI/AAAAAAAAADg/XrrlRC1fz54/s1600-h/cea5354f4440cbd4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353427068686298850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SksxjigB7uI/AAAAAAAAADg/XrrlRC1fz54/s320/cea5354f4440cbd4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sksyn7CcKiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3hfWWJySwJY/s1600-h/TD211_20_JasonBehr%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353428243504179746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sksyn7CcKiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3hfWWJySwJY/s320/TD211_20_JasonBehr%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SksxPRei7YI/AAAAAAAAADY/fYAxSiXu1b4/s1600-h/3470454794_b2baa36b69%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353426720519286146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SksxPRei7YI/AAAAAAAAADY/fYAxSiXu1b4/s320/3470454794_b2baa36b69%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks01E5L8eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5NT8Wdvfpz0/s1600-h/3487248794_c552c35f8c%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353430668511277538" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks01E5L8eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5NT8Wdvfpz0/s320/3487248794_c552c35f8c%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&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/183594049195145800-4330520929821222674?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4330520929821222674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sexy-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4330520929821222674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/4330520929821222674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sexy-men.html' title='My Sexy Men!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/Sks5P5R7R2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/sl9zoUloScM/s72-c/3433767330_3f87f7112c%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5599256511508053595</id><published>2009-06-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:30:42.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oldies are taking over my world !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe their not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;old. But the Beatles and Bee Gees are considered old, aren't they? Mandy Moore, however, is not. Nicholas Sparks is not old but he writes old which I find extremely awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Movies I suggest: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Notebook. &lt;/strong&gt;(Get the book!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Walk To Remember. &lt;/strong&gt;(The book for this one too. I broke down in tears while watching this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Across The Universe.&lt;/strong&gt; (Great &lt;em&gt;Beatles &lt;/em&gt;renditions.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awesome, awesome, awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and the &lt;em&gt;extremely sexy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353096116234053714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SkoEjkinaFI/AAAAAAAAABw/TKROcblkHMY/s320/jason_behr3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Man, hes sexy !!! 35 ain't that old, is it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-5599256511508053595?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5599256511508053595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-back-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5599256511508053595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5599256511508053595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-back-when.html' title='Way back when...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SkoEjkinaFI/AAAAAAAAABw/TKROcblkHMY/s72-c/jason_behr3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6620374746008014103</id><published>2009-06-26T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:21:18.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xuan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xuan Wong &lt;em&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Cannot Believe He Left Me To Die.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not actually 'Die', But you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 days. 3 bloody days he doesn't come to school! That's what he does! I could just die! My best friend left me at school to die! My laughing buddy! Seriously, I need him to make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Ching and I have been suffering. Being left with Pasha. And what has he been doing at home? Watching the best TV series ever - which he borrowed from me. And all he does is calls me once a day to tell me "That was so sad! I nearly cried." Then tells me hes got to go and watch some more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xuan, if you're reading this, please call me and give me the bloody updates! I know you think Maria is Hot and you don't want to tear your eyes away, but please!!! &lt;em&gt;I love Max too, you know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he doesn't show up on Monday, he'll have problems when he does come back.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6620374746008014103?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6620374746008014103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/xuan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6620374746008014103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6620374746008014103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/xuan.html' title='Xuan...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-483368718789840030</id><published>2009-06-07T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:35:46.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...</title><content type='html'>What if humans weren't the only living, breathing, thinking organism out there? What if we lived amongst others that aren't from the same place we're all from? What if there could be a whole different form of life out there? Would I want to be a part of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Why? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just having humans isn't enough for me. I want something more.&lt;br /&gt;Alien. Vampire. Why not? Why live life without an adventure? Maybe its dangerous. Maybe its against mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;But, I still want it. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. Until I that someone, or something, is resting here with.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, it could be the best thing that could possibly happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Maybe I'm delirious. Maybe all those books I've read and those shows I've watched has gotten to me. But how can I stop thinking about something else that could be? Something I'd love to be a part of. Something I'd Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've completely lost it. But who would know?... Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-483368718789840030?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/483368718789840030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/483368718789840030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/483368718789840030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-5700734899730543196</id><published>2009-06-01T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:22:28.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need To Breathe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-461ef68c425648e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D461ef68c425648e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331215029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2855777D69DF7A414932D25B9D517BC7F4E6C32D.128FAF5F4A071B403ED208A9A5DF500A2CEF8709%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D461ef68c425648e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmlGYJGri4iVOBhbW6VZMlo8gfj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D461ef68c425648e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331215029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2855777D69DF7A414932D25B9D517BC7F4E6C32D.128FAF5F4A071B403ED208A9A5DF500A2CEF8709%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D461ef68c425648e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmlGYJGri4iVOBhbW6VZMlo8gfj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, I'll say it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I. Am. A. Huge. Twilight. Fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Huge doesn't even cut it. Enormous would be a little closer. But still,not enough. Jake looks so Hunky! Hes just so... mouthwatering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot wait to watch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-5700734899730543196?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5700734899730543196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5700734899730543196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/5700734899730543196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-to-breathe.html' title='Need To Breathe...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3821250634196158402</id><published>2009-05-21T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:04:30.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol: Oh My!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/ShUmK982bYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HaYmF5tvBA4/s1600-h/42226%5B1%5D+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338214903187926402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/ShUmK982bYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HaYmF5tvBA4/s320/42226%5B1%5D+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Lambert &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didn't win!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so maybe it &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; such a shocker, but Adam is still extremely talented &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;he is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With all the dark eye-shadow, mascara, black nail-polish and tight leather pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The night before the finale was awesome for both of them, Adam and Kris, but I think Adam did better. As Simon said, "A Million Percent (1 000 000%) Adam!!" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adam did one of my favourites from him, 'Mad World'. How I wish Kris would have sang 'Falling Slowly' instead of 'Ain't No Sunshine'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The song 'No Boundaries' written by Kara DioGuardi didn't exactly fit either one of them, and the lyrics weren't all that great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it was a good thing Adam didn't win. My reasons: Well, first off, he won't have to sing Kara's song [yay!!]. Second, he can do things differently than an 'American Idol would. And Lastly, Adam rocks, winner or second place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disappointment, not as much as before. I still have a bloody headache that has been going on for almost 6 hours now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa Likes Kris Allen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338215535108821698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/ShUmvwCiEsI/AAAAAAAAABg/9TDKfvguEYk/s320/42081%5B1%5D+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;But, &lt;em&gt;LOVES&lt;/em&gt; Adam Lambert!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338215291645432978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/ShUmhlEVlJI/AAAAAAAAABY/5GBQo7V88hA/s320/3252318674_171a14a394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3821250634196158402?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3821250634196158402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3821250634196158402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3821250634196158402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-oh-my.html' title='American Idol: Oh My!!'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/ShUmK982bYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HaYmF5tvBA4/s72-c/42226%5B1%5D+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3730567694184388989</id><published>2009-05-19T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:32:02.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic May.</title><content type='html'>Exams and Birthdays!!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to wish both Dania and Elysa on their birthdays!! How horrible am I?! Plus, their birthdays are one after the other. Darn. I hope I don't forget Iman's!!&lt;br /&gt;I had the first day of exams and the written part in the Malay language test was shockingly easy! And my History and Math are getting along really well. As for the rest of those annoyingly unimportant but have-to-be-tested-on subjects such as PE and other subjects that ask unimportant question like 'What is this pipe made of?' or 'How does a toilet function?', I'm totally slacking.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of a 'PE exam' in an advanced country, like in America for example?! I know this isn't America but, Come On!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the Minister Of Education just come to his senses and cancel those bloody useless waste-of-time tests?! I mean, whose going to need 'Ways to do push ups for different sexes' when all that matters is how strong your arms are?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3730567694184388989?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3730567694184388989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/hectic-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3730567694184388989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3730567694184388989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/hectic-may.html' title='Hectic May.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3430203945271271355</id><published>2009-05-14T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:01:00.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a really great cover of Gabe Bondoc's 'Gentlemen Don't' done by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                        &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AJ Rafael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cab87712070335cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcab87712070335cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331215029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6845F2625991A3993B9EFAA1331AB12BBC54E7.42DED81BD20DC3739C3D080392BF7FFF118ABAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcab87712070335cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsxFttdUeNN1883eOTSniiF0Blew&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcab87712070335cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331215029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6845F2625991A3993B9EFAA1331AB12BBC54E7.42DED81BD20DC3739C3D080392BF7FFF118ABAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcab87712070335cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsxFttdUeNN1883eOTSniiF0Blew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sure you'll all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3430203945271271355?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cab87712070335cd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3430203945271271355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3430203945271271355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3430203945271271355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-inspired.html' title='I&apos;m Inspired.'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6556189148157214690</id><published>2009-05-12T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:07:33.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timothy...</title><content type='html'>The handsome, sweet, not racist, smart, interesting, Fairytale from the North Shore of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6556189148157214690?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6556189148157214690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/timothy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6556189148157214690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6556189148157214690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/timothy.html' title='Timothy...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-8405467438572129340</id><published>2009-05-06T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:05:44.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Greenberg...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SgFfzKqN-FI/AAAAAAAAABI/liW4Vwm92Vw/s1600-h/bryan-greenberg-8%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332648766422775890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SgFfzKqN-FI/AAAAAAAAABI/liW4Vwm92Vw/s320/bryan-greenberg-8%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SgFfnmrYnBI/AAAAAAAAABA/8fK6X7zacBw/s1600-h/bryan-greenberg-8%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bryan Greenberg...  I'm &lt;em&gt;in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-8405467438572129340?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8405467438572129340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/bryan-greenberg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8405467438572129340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/8405467438572129340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/bryan-greenberg.html' title='Bryan Greenberg...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3HHy73BFJA/SgFfzKqN-FI/AAAAAAAAABI/liW4Vwm92Vw/s72-c/bryan-greenberg-8%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6718746546856821195</id><published>2009-05-04T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:06:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes in the Midnight Sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, thank you Shahirah and Pasha !!! You guys made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm reading a draft on Midnight Sun &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;[which sucks because its only a Draft and I have a feeling Stephenie Meyer isn't going to finish].&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I am crazy. Why I'm doing this to myself? I don't know. I have sucked myself into the world of 'The Edward Cullen Craze', yet again. I can't stop babbling about it. I find myself thinking of it whenever I'm consciously thinking, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I'm sure I do think about it when I'm daydreaming. Stop! I can't take this! Not again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On the other hand, the song Pasha had been singing during class is now stuck in my head although i don't know the words well. Its cheery but a little slower than I hoped it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the way these two things mix. All that Comes to my mind now is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana Pancakes, Banana Pancakes, Banana Pancakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [not that I'm hungry].&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/183594049195145800-6718746546856821195?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6718746546856821195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/banana-pancakes-in-midnight-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6718746546856821195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6718746546856821195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/banana-pancakes-in-midnight-sun.html' title='Banana Pancakes in the Midnight Sun...'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-3820768631760302879</id><published>2009-05-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:51:22.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams &amp; Reality .</title><content type='html'>I hadn't slept so well in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I've never met him before. At least I think I haven't. He just seemed so familiar. As if I'd known him my whole life. Tall, dark and has sisters. And hes younger than me. What I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to know is... for a start, His name. Then how he looks. Its hard not knowing how he looks. Who is he? Why is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up sucks. Having no school would usually perk things up a little. But, no. Mums screaming, dads not there, sisters getting all bitchy, the brother won't stop talking and the younger one... well she isn't doing anything. Its freaking 9:30 in the morning! I want to sleep! ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the phone to ring although I know it'll never happen. Homework, neh. Book... okay. My rooms a bloody mess !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-3820768631760302879?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/3820768631760302879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3820768631760302879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/3820768631760302879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams-reality.html' title='Dreams &amp; Reality .'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183594049195145800.post-6267702486924373744</id><published>2009-04-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:53:59.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys with Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I&lt;font face="arial"&gt; don't know him, but I want him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;There he was again, Smiling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;I would have stood there and kept staring... but with the sudden thought of him looking in my direction and noticing my eyes locked onto his face, I tore my eyes away from that beautiful figure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;Theres something about him I just can't quite explain.&lt;br /&gt;Is it his smile? Or maybe his eyes? I wouldn't know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;Apart from his name and his age...and his plate number, I don't know much about him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;But the one thing I do know&lt;em&gt;,(well, the one thing I &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; I know)&lt;/em&gt;, Is there might be a &lt;em&gt;'she'&lt;/em&gt; in his life.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I really care, &lt;em&gt;and I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;jealous,...&lt;/em&gt;but that look she gives! God, its annoying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;Anyway, I might be wrong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;All I hope for is to be able to see that smile tomorrow, and the day after.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;It &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; be too much to ask, can it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183594049195145800-6267702486924373744?l=lisaiqbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6267702486924373744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-with-girlfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6267702486924373744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183594049195145800/posts/default/6267702486924373744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaiqbal.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-with-girlfriends.html' title='Boys with Girlfriends'/><author><name>Lisa Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841585333420589839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
