<?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-1625883020143686643</id><updated>2011-11-24T12:19:31.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AC West</title><subtitle type='html'>It's A Bittersweet Symphony</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-4876610894195894851</id><published>2011-02-25T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T02:08:11.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I can't be strong enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4876610894195894851?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4876610894195894851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4876610894195894851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4876610894195894851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4876610894195894851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sorry-i-cant-be-strong-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-4224124596087776025</id><published>2011-02-25T01:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T02:06:54.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Home To House</title><content type='html'>I wrote this at 4:29PM just now actually but I couldn't go online until now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stuck in a dumb daze. It started to rain with flashes of the white lighting and the echoing rumble of the thunder. I got up and walked out of my room. The house was in complete darkness, not a single light was on. Only light coming in from the windows and the faint outline of the cross on the altar. All the doors were closed. Each of us were in our own rooms. Either asleep, stuck in a daze or hiding. Whether its hiding from each other, hiding the many feelings present or hiding from reality. We were all hiding. The storm was outside but the disaster was inside. Is this house still a home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4224124596087776025?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4224124596087776025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4224124596087776025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4224124596087776025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4224124596087776025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-home-to-house.html' title='From Home To House'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-2920270987873005068</id><published>2011-01-20T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:52:49.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa! It's 2011!!! &amp; Whoa...It's 2011...</title><content type='html'>I looked at my previous post and it's dated 5th July 2009. Can you believe that it's already 2011? Not even 2010. Lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just suddenly felt the urge to write after visiting my blog after so long. I guess I'm just looking for a way to vent. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a lot certainly has changed since 5th July 2009. Here's just some at the top of my head:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my hair cut so now it's all short, in fact it grew even longer since July 2009. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done at HELP and have moved on to LKW doing Sound Engineering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a member on the 2009 CT and I was the head for the 2010 CT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 19 and 20. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both the cars in my household have changed to a Saga and an Exora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently following 2 TV series which are &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so many points in my head that I wanted to say before typing this but now all that's ringing in my head is the future...not the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's partly the reason why I feel like blogging right now. It's because of something that's gonna happen... Something that if I had it my way, I wouldn't want to happen. Of course that's not how the world works. Neither does life. I keep convincing myself that it's for the better and that it'll only make me stronger after pulling through and everybody has been saying that. I'm not saying that these people are wrong and that what I'm thinking is wrong, it's just that...it's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was well prepared for this cause I found out about a year ago but it hasn't really sunk in. It's starting to and I guess...I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the ups and downs we've been through and just as we kinda get to a not-so-bumpy roller-coaster ride, life throws us distance. 6369.34km to be exact. Distance that'll be there for 1 1/2 to 2 years max. Well, at least it won't be all at one go cause there'll be weeks, hopefully a month that the distance will go away or take a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those still scratching your head reading this, someone's going to study &lt;i&gt;Down Under&lt;/i&gt;. If you know me, you'll know who. If you don't know who, then maybe you shouldn't be reading this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't deny it. I'll miss her. After 3 years of close proximity, as I mentioned earlier, life throws us distance. 6369.34km to be exact...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh reality, you're such a pain. Because of you I can just simply drive that amount of distance. Or teleport. I could fly there but reality doesn't give me enough money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because of that, I now have to worry about juggling. Well, not literally but juggling my college, future job and communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I got a 3rd generation iPod Touch since July 2009. Really handy device. Solely got it to communicate. Gonna be looking at a 3.5inch screen for communication, not even face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, does anybody wanna buy it? I wanna sell it so I can get the 4th generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can go on and on tonight cause I feel like it but it's really late and I guess I shouldn't say so much since I haven't been here in such a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight everybody. I really hope I'll update frequently from now on. God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-2920270987873005068?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2920270987873005068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=2920270987873005068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2920270987873005068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2920270987873005068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoa-its-2011-whoaits-2011.html' title='Whoa! It&apos;s 2011!!! &amp; Whoa...It&apos;s 2011...'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7614374703818202345</id><published>2009-07-05T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:11:50.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Take Me The Way I Am</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. It's been awhile since I've been here I know. Lol. Just for the fun of it I decided to give an update la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite hectic since my second semester started. I have loads of assignments. I'm on the Coordinating Team for the 2009 JYM Youth Rally. I'm giving drum lessons. Phew! I think I'm too young to be this stressed. Lol. Well, at least I know I can handle all this and survive. And by doing so, I know I'll grow more than ever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are actually ok la but we humans always procrastinate, so yeah. Had like 2 presentations prior to this. Passed up like 3 essays I think. Not too sure. I still have more to do by the way. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just an update to you guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm glad you're done with your foundation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7614374703818202345?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7614374703818202345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7614374703818202345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7614374703818202345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7614374703818202345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-take-me-way-i-am.html' title='You Take Me The Way I Am'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-8136902015198441856</id><published>2009-05-05T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:21:48.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foundation 2nd Semester</title><content type='html'>Ok. I finished my first semester with quite good results la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate English&lt;br /&gt;Study Skills&lt;br /&gt;Computing Principles&lt;br /&gt;Calculus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously I'm not gonna publicly post my results. Lol. Ok, 2nd semester has started and I'll be doing these subjects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced English&lt;br /&gt;Critical Thinking Skills (CTS)&lt;br /&gt;Biology 1&lt;br /&gt;Finite Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about Finite Maths, I guess I'm taking it cause it can be a free HD for me. Hehe. So yeah. Started this week and the two subjects that scare me are CTS and BIO. Oh well. I will survive. Schedule not too bad for 5 subjects. Not completely packed. But less going to Taylors la. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby. I love you! =) I hope you do well for your midterms ok? Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all la I guess lazy wanna blog already. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Performed that day in church. Hehe. Played these songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Kiss And Say Goodbye - UB40&lt;br /&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Muse&lt;br /&gt;Always Be My Baby - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;I Will Survive - Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All covers la but i think we did quite good. =) I've yet to see pics on Facebook or anywhere else for that matter. Hmmmm.... What's taking them so long... My number one fan couldn't come but I know I have her full support la. =) Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Gonna go now. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-8136902015198441856?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8136902015198441856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=8136902015198441856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8136902015198441856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8136902015198441856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2009/05/foundation-2nd-semester.html' title='Foundation 2nd Semester'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-5405482773851114383</id><published>2009-04-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:15:12.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you light up my life. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"If you were the winter, I'd be the snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know you'll be with me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the cold wind blows."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could something so short be so sweet? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch forever ok? Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-5405482773851114383?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/5405482773851114383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=5405482773851114383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5405482773851114383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5405482773851114383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-light-up-my-life.html' title='you light up my life. =)'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-3039187712095219695</id><published>2009-03-23T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:51:50.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like what the heck just happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit! like what the fuck did i do to deserve what you did to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit man. if i really did offend you by not asking for permission, the fuck did you have to shout at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;besides, who are you to shout at me? a nobody, that's who. you can even let "them" speak for himself. fuck. you've got issues man. i pity "them" cause i know they get the worse of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you could've just been more matured about it and speak to me intelligently like you said. what's wrong with me attitude? what's wrong with yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;call yourself an adult? you're just old so grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not grow old, you already are but grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what you did was over the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;an eye for an eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit. you took my life for an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope what you did made you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but everybody knows that you're just fucked up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about this post. just had to get it off my chest. i'm fine. really. =)&lt;br /&gt;"I think ah, I should ask him to learn from you." - Those words keep ringing in my head and they always take away the anger. thanks to the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-3039187712095219695?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3039187712095219695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=3039187712095219695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3039187712095219695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3039187712095219695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-blues.html' title='Sunday Blues'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-8026492057172734578</id><published>2009-02-12T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:46:12.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I got tagged. Don't ask. Lol. I’m lazy to tag anyone but do it if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to write 25 random info about myself. So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;1)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When I eat fast food, I always eat my fries first before my burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;2)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normalfont-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I recently became fond of Martini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;3)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I try to wear a wristband that matches my shirt colour all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;4)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My computer is a decade old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;5)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I wasn't so particular about punctuations until recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;6)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All my song files in my phone have to be spelled correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;7)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normalfont-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I drive a manual car so I do drop gears when I take corners. Sorry Jin. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;8)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normalfont-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I'm addicted to Left 4 Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;9)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I made my girlfriend addicted to it too. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;10)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normalfont-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I rotate my clothes by hanging the newly washed ones on the left side of my cupboard and take the ones to wear from the right side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;11)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normalfont-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I love dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;12)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I’ve never had one before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;13)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I like surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;14)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I never took a single drum lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;15)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m jealous of people who can play drums better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;16)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I hope to learn to play the bass guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;17)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I wanna be able to play Guitar Hero on expert level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;18)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Whenever I play GTA: Vice City, the only radio station that I listen to is VCPR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;19)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I have a coin box with Mickey Mouse on it ever since I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;20)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I like the “Winnie The Pooh” theme song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;21)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When I drive, I always think of the possibilities of an accident to avoid them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;22)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I admire Hayley Williams. I think she’s hot for her age. Her birthday is on the 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;23)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I like lame jokes and can spontaneously, randomly tell one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;24)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I rarely go online but that has changed since I got a Facebook account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;25)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;! --[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I can’t believe I actually took the time to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-8026492057172734578?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8026492057172734578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=8026492057172734578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8026492057172734578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8026492057172734578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-randoms.html' title='25 Randoms'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-1374916515773103127</id><published>2009-01-16T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:06:04.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Sorrows Flew Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/SXFlop17SLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xxfC0PUU8ZY/s1600-h/DSC00615-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you something! Hehe. Ok. Yesterday was a freaking good day for me. Why? Cause I had a complete surprise. A wonderful surprise. =) Let me illustrate it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to college in the morning for IT replacement class, sat for two hours in Mr. Siva's lecture which ended at 12. Then I had no classes after that. At around 4 &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt; said that I'd have to meet with one of her friends to get something from him. So, I went to the lower foyer of HELP University College and waited. I got kinda impatient cause I was hungry at the time so I just decided to walk up to the upper foyer to get a better look before getting annoyed. You know if you walk up a flight of steps, it seems like the horizon is the highest step cause you can't see anything thats on top? So yeah. As I was walking up the stairs (I swear it's just like a fairy tale), over the somewhat "horizon", I saw a very familiar face emerging. OMG!!! It was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt;! Like what the heck? What are you doing here? You said you were going for lunch with your college mates? &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;"I wanted to surprise you."&lt;/span&gt; And what a surprise it was. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I was so happy la wei. If my heart had a face, it's cheeks would've been hurting cause smiling too much. Lol. Sigh. I was seriously in disbelief, I just couldn't believe that she'd some all the way from Taylors just to see me. It was really a sweet memory. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt; is a pseudonym. Who she is exactly? I'm sure you guys know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/SXFlop17SLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xxfC0PUU8ZY/s1600-h/DSC00615-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292122786238253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/SXFlop17SLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xxfC0PUU8ZY/s400/DSC00615-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/SXFdRASnIgI/AAAAAAAAADs/JIlCdI26TDY/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-1374916515773103127?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1374916515773103127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=1374916515773103127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1374916515773103127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1374916515773103127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-my-sorrows-flew-away.html' title='All My Sorrows Flew Away'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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/_oGIGmrT9R84/SXFlop17SLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xxfC0PUU8ZY/s72-c/DSC00615-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-9156326584295321017</id><published>2009-01-13T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:06:32.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP University College</title><content type='html'>Yes people, I've finally started college. Keyword: Finally.&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been an interesting year and I don't regret it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;Had much fun and I'd do it all over again but life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm doing Foundation In Science at HELP.&lt;br /&gt;What degree am I gonna do? I dunno. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe engineering or maybe even pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure actually, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I haven't been updating cause I'm just too lazy. What's new?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, people who know me in HELP coem say hi la ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;Made a few new friends on orientation day itself. Met people that I already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went to the gym yesterday and the day before! =)&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm not that lazy. Hehe. But I don't feel anything also. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;No short term effects I guess. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm in college now and class is about to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;So just an update for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: I wish you were in HELP and I'm sorry for everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-9156326584295321017?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/9156326584295321017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=9156326584295321017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9156326584295321017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9156326584295321017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-university-college.html' title='HELP University College'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-8520554826846054035</id><published>2008-11-04T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:08:33.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KKB</title><content type='html'>Went there as graduate team member for the 08 teams final training camp.&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast la seriously! Never had more fun at a training camp before.&lt;br /&gt;The people from the graduates were only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Patrick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Arthur&lt;/span&gt; and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, being the youngest, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Arthur&lt;/span&gt; kena kutuk left right centre from us la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But we still did stupid stuff la, me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Patrick&lt;/span&gt; whacked our heads on the pondok roof there simultaneously. Damn funny if you think about it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then us guys were trying to scare the girls at night but I tell you, good things happen when you least expect them. We went to the girls dorm on the 2nd night to make sure everything was ok cau they complained they saw somebody that wasnt there and stuff la. Went there, we told them to sleep. So we left but  just before leaving, i turned back to tell them to pray. They had already locked the door so i thought open the window enough la. Open the window only they all screamed like as though I was a ghost or something. Lol. Damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else... Well, played drums there as usual. Oh, on the last night, the genius &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lim Khai Shing&lt;/span&gt; stayed up the whole night playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DOTA&lt;/span&gt;. Bloody &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Chutney&lt;/span&gt; la the fella!!! Lol. New word used at the camp: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Chutney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there was an obstacle course there. For those of you who wanna laugh, ask me about it in person la. I malas wanna type. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Then in the bus on the way back, we played charades and I think I won the award for best act when I imitated &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;'s blur face. Lol. We were supposed to imitate members in JYM so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it la that was like the main events at the camp. Hehe. Wanna find out more, talk to me anytime you see me, as long as I'm free at the time la. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;P/S: It's a shame you couldn't be there, it would've been so much more fun for me. I missed you damn much that weekend. =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AC West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-8520554826846054035?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8520554826846054035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=8520554826846054035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8520554826846054035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8520554826846054035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/11/kkb.html' title='KKB'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-1143722921124950283</id><published>2008-09-21T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:19:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed but I have loved your from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-1143722921124950283?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1143722921124950283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=1143722921124950283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1143722921124950283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1143722921124950283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-you-dont-think-that-i-am-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-9142248889479525823</id><published>2008-07-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:23:49.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi Airport (2)</title><content type='html'>hey ppl. i'm in Changi Airport once again but this time it's because i'm leaving for back home. WYD just passed by so fast! sigh. i had tons of fun though. met new friends and stuff like that. damn cool la. it really was a once in a lifetime experience. anyway, i'll do a proper post when i get home la. see you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-9142248889479525823?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/9142248889479525823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=9142248889479525823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9142248889479525823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9142248889479525823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/07/changi-airport-2.html' title='Changi Airport (2)'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-3844964606477710156</id><published>2008-07-08T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:15:57.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi Airport</title><content type='html'>hey guys, i'm in Changi Airport now.&lt;br /&gt;updating on the free internet sevice. anyway, i'll be going to brisbane shortly then onto Sydney for the World Youth Day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn excited wei, seriously.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gottat go. just a short post to update you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-3844964606477710156?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3844964606477710156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=3844964606477710156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3844964606477710156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3844964606477710156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/07/changi-airport.html' title='Changi Airport'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-2806012997110965207</id><published>2008-06-26T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:43:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>Guys, if you're really really bored and wanna kill time for more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this website out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html"&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself spent like 2 hours doing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicting, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, well....to some la.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, definitely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise in advance for any inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-2806012997110965207?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2806012997110965207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=2806012997110965207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2806012997110965207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2806012997110965207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol.html' title='LOL!!!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-1392915660887699695</id><published>2008-06-18T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:15:00.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just An Update</title><content type='html'>sorry guys, been really busy since the last time i came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see what has happened since i last signed into my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle passed away.&lt;br /&gt;i watched prom night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you. =) Yes, I did have fun and I love you. You mean so much to me. To think that 6 months went by so fast? We must've ben really having fun. :* I love you!!!&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/1625883020143686643-1392915660887699695?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1392915660887699695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=1392915660887699695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1392915660887699695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1392915660887699695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-update.html' title='Just An Update'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7635538783010093881</id><published>2008-05-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:42:29.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - 23rd May 08</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you guys a story that was pretty interesting on my account. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, 4 friends decided to go out one afternoon just for fun, just the 4 of them.&lt;br /&gt;So, they went to a place caled 1-Utama. There, they had lunch at Waffle World where the whole world seemed to pass them by with two of them repeatedly saying, "Eh, I know that guy/girl!" While the other two were busy taking about Malacca and stuff that guys talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After happily eating, they went to watch What Happens In Vegas. They found the show quite interesting. (If they did pay attention la.) ;) During the movie, they moved to the back of the half-full cinema hall to be more comfortable. Of course, two of them got cold and the other two took the opportunity to keep the warm. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended, they went to Toy's R Us just to keep in contact with the kids they used to be. Went to New Zealands Naturals for some Ice Cream. Walked here and there, then they met up with a friend then it was time to go home. Like wth? So fast? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me end this story with a happy ending by saying that the 23rd of May 2008 spells out fun for all 4 of them who went that day. (Well, I hope it does la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Cherish everyday you spend time with your family, friends and/or that special someone you keep in your heart everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7635538783010093881?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7635538783010093881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7635538783010093881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7635538783010093881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7635538783010093881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-23rd-may-08.html' title='Friday - 23rd May 08'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-83047447711696041</id><published>2008-05-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:31:59.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th May 2008</title><content type='html'>Well, it was sorta like an unexpected very very small party where limited amount of friends were invited. My whole family was there la except for two of my uncles and their families. The others who were invited was &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jiffy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kath&lt;/span&gt;. Small group of friends but loads of fun! Hehe. Was supposed to be a BBQ but we ended up cooking the meat indoors with the electric grill. Turned out nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to work that saturday from 9 - 6. Didn't complain though it was pretty fun la. Anyway, came back home then helped here and there a bit, hooked up the computer's sound system outside my house for music la of course. Then families started coming and so did the food. Had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spaghetti Bolognese&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BBQ-ed beef&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prawns&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squids&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sausages&lt;/span&gt;; had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chicken rendang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lontong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coleslaw&lt;/span&gt;. All home made. Then the friends started coming. As usual la, makan, chit-chat here and there. When we proceeded outside my house for more chit-chatting, then only the drinks came. Hehe. I had a can of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Beer&lt;/span&gt;, like 2 (or 3) glasses of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wine&lt;/span&gt;, a few glasses of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vodka&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whiskey Coke&lt;/span&gt; which mostly magically ended up in &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;'s stomach and she blames me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out, I poured myself a glass of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whiskey Coke&lt;/span&gt; then asked &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kath&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; to try some. Next thing I knew &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; was hogging my glass!! Then she blamed me for making her high that night. Please ok? All I did was make myself a drink, put it on the table, and &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, my dear, drank it yourself. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis dropped &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kath&lt;/span&gt; home and later my mum dropped &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jiffy&lt;/span&gt; home. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt; went back earlier by himself. Came home only straight KO. Next morning couldn't wake up for 9am mass. Not only me, my whole family, can you imagine?! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright, everybody had fun that day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goodness! Check out the colours of this post. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we should have parties more often la, we're all getting older. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope those that came had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: Here's another thing to remember me by, the 'wine stopper'. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-83047447711696041?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/83047447711696041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=83047447711696041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/83047447711696041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/83047447711696041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/05/17th-may-2008.html' title='17th May 2008'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-1942146823355717466</id><published>2008-05-15T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:33:40.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because You're In Love With The Song And It's One Of Our Songs =)</title><content type='html'>You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smile la. Smile. =) See, I can always tell when you're smiling. Hehe. Mwah! I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-1942146823355717466?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1942146823355717466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=1942146823355717466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1942146823355717466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1942146823355717466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-because-youre-in-love-with-song.html' title='Just Because You&apos;re In Love With The Song And It&apos;s One Of Our Songs =)'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7414120272616768580</id><published>2008-05-15T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:29:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Sigh. That's all I am nowadays: Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just share with you my weekly schedule la ok? I'll start from monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Work from 9 - 6.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : Work from 9 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Work from 9 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Work from 9 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Work from 9 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Work from 9 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Church from 9 - 3+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. On top of that I'm only given one day holiday from monday to saturday. That also the boss split the one day into 2 so that I can only take half day off and I'm only getting paid RM600 a month. Whatever leave I take I have to replace with my one day holiday in the week. Sigh. How la you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really is interesting la. Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th - 28th May : JYM Training Camp at The Farm&lt;br /&gt;1st - 4th June : Secondary School CF Camp in Seremban&lt;br /&gt;6th - 8th June : SIC Cathecist Retreat&lt;br /&gt;14th - 15th June : SIC JYM Excursion to Sungkai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goodness!!! How am I ever gonna replace the leaves I have to request for the 4 outings shown above? Lol. Looks like being in school was much more easier than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I obviously miss school. Yes, yes these words are coming out of a person who couldn't wait to get out of school. Well, don't take things for granted. Enjoy every moment of your life. Let's face it, we're all growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goodness! Why this post so serious.......so emo la? Lol. Probably because I'm so tired everyday from my hectic schedule. Well, it's all a process of growing up. As someone I love always says, "These are just the part and parcel of life." Thanks Mum. Valuable lesson indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a lighter note. Me and my sis cooked pasta for my mum and made a scrapbook for her for Mother's Day. I wrote a 6-line poem in there. Hehe. Highlight of the day, watching my mum tear while reading the scrapbook. =) Touching much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, looks like my blog is not dead after all. Hehe. Small scale accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7414120272616768580?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7414120272616768580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7414120272616768580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7414120272616768580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7414120272616768580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-5448732392918990291</id><published>2008-05-06T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:02:59.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THATS WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU are the laziness number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-5448732392918990291?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/5448732392918990291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=5448732392918990291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5448732392918990291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5448732392918990291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-why-you-are-laziness-number-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7677269927636254284</id><published>2008-05-06T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:56:27.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness No. 1</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's why I've not been blogging these days. cause I've been LAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry la, it's a very bad habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel rajin then a new post will come la ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7677269927636254284?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7677269927636254284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7677269927636254284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7677269927636254284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7677269927636254284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/05/laziness-no-1.html' title='Laziness No. 1'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-3224677090116839545</id><published>2008-03-08T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:30:13.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westerhout Reunion</title><content type='html'>hey people, i went away for the weekend up north of Perth at a place called Yanchep. we stayed at a country side club kinda thing, it was called Club Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went there with my cousin on friday afternoon. once we reached, we helped put up the family tree, there were 6 trees all together. then little by little, the Westerhouts from US and Aus came to the place. i was thinking to myself, "these are all my family members?" then after all of them came, we had an official flag raising of the Westerhout Flag, it has the family crest on it. all of us gathered at the flag pole and yours truly was the flag raiser cause my cousin who was supposed to do it came late. so yeah. after that we went to the pool side for a BBQ dinner. while the food was being cooked and even while we were eating, everybody was talking and asking where everybody was from and all la. quite interesting. then after makan, me and two of my cousins went into the pool and spa. hehe. then we went to our chalet to sleep. the chalet i slept in was all the youngsters, i slept with two of my cousins in the same room, we were awake till like 2 something drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, we woke up and went to the beach for fun. the girls sunbathed, the guys played beach soccer and swam a bit. then we headed back and me and my cousin went to the spa till like the afternoon. the others went to a cave and some cultural experience thing but i didnt go. after that, i caught up with my sleep in my uncle's room and got up in the evening and followed my uncle from Canada to the beach with his wife just to enjoy the view and take pictures. then we headed back to our rooms and got ready for dinner, the Reunion Dinner. just before that, we took a group picture and went off for dinner. the dinner was at the golf club, when we reached there, the place where we ate was on higher ground overlooking the golf course. there were kangaroos on the course, quite a few of them. then makan time, we youngsters sat at one table and we had fun. then we headed back and went to our chalet. once there, me and 3 of my cousins played Circle Of Death. by the end of the game, we were all high. me and 1 of my cousin had JD with Coke the other two had Vodka. we were high and laughing non stop. then we went to our rooms and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when i woke up, i was still feeling hangover, just a little bit. went to the hall where everybody was taking pictures and all, i was playing with one of my relative's son and daughter. omg! the girl was so cute la. seriously, everytime i look at her, i'll for sure smile. she was all the time laughing, everytime i look at her, she'll giggle away non stop. i couldn't keep my eyes off of her. oh, she's 3 years old by the way so don't worry ok? hehe. her name is Olivia. then we had to leave, Olivia give me a kiss on my cheek and she gave me a hug too. i tell you, my heart melted la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that was the highlight of my trip there, meeting Olivia. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back in Perth now and i just realised that i'll be leaving for KL in exaclty one weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this post was a bit rushy, i'm still a bit hungover. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-3224677090116839545?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3224677090116839545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=3224677090116839545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3224677090116839545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3224677090116839545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/03/westerhout-reunion.html' title='Westerhout Reunion'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-4937111405269556473</id><published>2008-03-06T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:07:19.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Light Up My Life With Every Breath You Take</title><content type='html'>"You never fail to make me fall in love with you everyday all over again. It's a damn nice feeling. Really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4937111405269556473?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4937111405269556473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4937111405269556473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4937111405269556473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4937111405269556473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-light-up-my-life-with-every-breath.html' title='You Light Up My Life With Every Breath You Take'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-5704211665310135488</id><published>2008-03-04T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:28:32.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario Theme Song On Drums</title><content type='html'>Check this video out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZqwvjwqwK4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZqwvjwqwK4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good la. Freaking awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-5704211665310135488?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/5704211665310135488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=5704211665310135488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5704211665310135488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5704211665310135488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-mario-theme-song-on-drums.html' title='Super Mario Theme Song On Drums'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-3116239482036003151</id><published>2008-03-04T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:13:31.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis Barker Absolutely Rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>Travis Barker did a remix of two songs namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKQgDY0pZ68"&gt;Crank That - Soulja Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnzXTGn3i58&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Low - T-Pain ft. Flo Rida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the official videos of him recording the two songs. Just click the links above to watch the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just before you watch the videos, make sure that your speakers are at a comfortable volume for maximum pleasure out of these two videos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-3116239482036003151?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3116239482036003151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=3116239482036003151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3116239482036003151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3116239482036003151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/03/travis-barker-absolutely-rocks.html' title='Travis Barker Absolutely Rocks!!!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-9041079475411533929</id><published>2008-03-03T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:17:14.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day Is On It's Way</title><content type='html'>Well, the time of truth has arrived for all former form 5 students in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) examinations are confirmed coming out on the 12th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, click this link to see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/3/4/nation/20522915&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;SPM and STAM results out on March 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary man!!! Good luck to everybody who will be taking the results on the dreaded day of March 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-9041079475411533929?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/9041079475411533929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=9041079475411533929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9041079475411533929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9041079475411533929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-day-is-on-its-way.html' title='D-Day Is On It&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-8453511798640724483</id><published>2008-03-02T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:29:14.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab Curry!! YUM!!!</title><content type='html'>i went down to Mandurah from Perth.&lt;br /&gt;a bit nicer down there, not so hot cause it's closer to the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went there on friday late night. reached there, went to sleep for like 3 hours then had to wake up to head to the docks. we have our own boat so yeah. drove there in the pick-up pulling the boat. then launched it into the water and set off. we first did crabbing, not so good la. then went back for a quick bite and headed back out 2.5 miles off the coast for fishing. i bloody hell didnt catch anything, so much for getting hopes high. lol. but my two uncles did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, we were 13 hours out at sea for what?? 13 crabs and 4 fishes. lol. but the effort was all worth while when we wnent home at tasted the crab cooked with our hardwork. omg! it tasted so freaking nice la! i took my own sweet time to eat them. hehe. so after 13hours out at sea, hardwork and a little sunburn, the trip was worth while. after dinner, guess what i did....that's right i went to dream land. out my head down and was out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up next morning, thought it was gonna be a good day cause i slept so freaking well, so i had breakfast and then it hit me....it's a SUNDAY!!! omg! the picture of room 2-1 appeared in my mind and all the familliar faces came to my mind. i miss you guys la. believe it or not i miss practice. lol. i miss &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; the most though. so yeah, was quite bummed cause i miss you guys. anyway, went for 9am mass at the nearby church. came back and....slept, yes again. lol. woke up for lunch, lazed around a bit and headed back to Perth. got back, had to get organized cause had a dinner to attend, wasnt a fancy dinner, just makan at another one of my aunt's house. had lasagne and lamb chop for for dinner along with two bottles of beer. hehe. now i'm back home in Perth. waiting to go to the airport to pick up my two uncles from Malaysia (wish i was picking &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; up instead). well, gotta go now. i'll try to keep my aussie post frequent. see ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*absence makes the heart grow fonder? definitely. 14563. xoxo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-8453511798640724483?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8453511798640724483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=8453511798640724483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8453511798640724483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8453511798640724483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/03/crab-curry-yum.html' title='Crab Curry!! YUM!!!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-6168532582106663489</id><published>2008-02-29T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:35:00.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funniest Thing I've Heard Today</title><content type='html'>LOL. This is the funniest thing I've heard today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But don't talk to Darth Vader, he'll getcha." - Three year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Cute la. Just click on this link here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollywoodhillsandsuburbanthrills.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video clip will be there. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Rhema, I hope you don't mind me doing this. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-6168532582106663489?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6168532582106663489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6168532582106663489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6168532582106663489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6168532582106663489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/02/funniest-thing-ive-heard-today.html' title='The Funniest Thing I&apos;ve Heard Today'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-8002997313355610086</id><published>2008-02-29T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:55:39.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Under</title><content type='html'>it is FREAKING HOT here!!!! seriously, back home in pj, it's not so hot as here. omg la. can die la ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been a little bit boring here, probably because i've been staying home almost the whole day other than once or twice when i went into town and went to Galleria. did a little bit of shopping here and there, all also souvenirs for my dearest sis. you owe me!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to head down to the beach and give surfing a try. can you believe me, of all people, trying to surf? lol. the plans were still on rocky ground so i called my cousin, Kirsty, to confirm and she was like, "Oh, I'm sorry but I just remembered that i have a 21st to attend. Really sorry." in case you people didnt know, 21st is somebody's 21st b'day party, for those who are really really dumb la. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it la. tomorrow will be heading to the coast to Mandurah to go crabbing and fishing. hehe. this my second time going crabbing and fishing. first time was when i was about 11. haha. i managed to catch like 20 crabs or something like that. let's see how many i catch this time. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's been only like 5 days since i've been here (feels longer) i've got like another 16 days to go. hope guy guys and girls back home don't miss me too much. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! i almost forgot. i'm representing the Westerhouts from Malaysia, which means i'm required to do a performance on stage in front of my fellow Westerhouts. omg! i just so hope i don't embarrass myself la. lol. i'm relying on my experience on the outreach team to get through this. hehe. pray for me ok? will shout to you guys whenever i can. see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i miss you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-8002997313355610086?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8002997313355610086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=8002997313355610086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8002997313355610086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8002997313355610086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/02/down-under.html' title='Down Under'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-2396734491722259042</id><published>2008-02-12T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:02:18.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going down</title><content type='html'>work's a drag now, its so freaking boring.&lt;br /&gt;probably because i have nothing to do now, as in seriously.&lt;br /&gt;all i do is sit in front of this computer, go online and do nothing but waste my precious time. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy!!&lt;br /&gt;everyday i'll be forcing myself to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;however, i think i'll be stopping soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going to Australia from the 24th of this month till the 16 of next month.&lt;br /&gt;don't miss me too much ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah. i'm guessing that i'll be put out of work by the time i leave for Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to Australia for The Westerhout Family Reunion, which is held once every four years.&lt;br /&gt;Westerhouts from all over the world will reunite to grow closer together and we try to learn about one another as well as our roots and have fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;the previous one was held in Malacca, before that was in the US, i think.&lt;br /&gt;now it's in Perth, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'll be going to Australia twice this year. hehe. the other time is for the World Youth Day. it's like a gathering of Catholic youths from all over the world!!!! damn cool wei.&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be millions of Catholic youths there from different backgrounds but all of us would share the same thing, our faith. fuyoh! not bad wei. it's gonna be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll be there at Sydney, Australia for The World Youth Day 2008.&lt;br /&gt;will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-2396734491722259042?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2396734491722259042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=2396734491722259042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2396734491722259042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2396734491722259042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-to-land-down-under.html' title='i&apos;m going down'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7707216087611519505</id><published>2008-02-12T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:55:38.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing and no one is gonna take you away form me, i love you and i always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7707216087611519505?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7707216087611519505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7707216087611519505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7707216087611519505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7707216087611519505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-and-no-one-is-gonna-take-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-1030810420065812590</id><published>2008-02-11T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:58:54.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;Love me for me? That’s the one thing you failed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-1030810420065812590?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1030810420065812590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=1030810420065812590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1030810420065812590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1030810420065812590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-me-for-me-thats-one-thing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-6413097102860724845</id><published>2008-02-09T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T05:15:54.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what you get</title><content type='html'>i've been freaking lazy at the same time rajin lately. lol.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post but rajin to exercise. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day went for jogging around my house for like half an hour non-stop. (cut me some slack) :)&lt;br /&gt;then next day, went to marc's house for futsal, swim and sauna. slept over at marc's house, went to a mamak nearby to eat dinner then went to a CC nearby to play CS. quite fun la. stayed up the whole night playing PS and gambling. then went for 6.30am mass at SIC. went back to marc's place, watched tom and jerry a bit, slept a bit then went for 6pm mass. supposed to serve for both but didint serve at all. at least i kept my promise of being there. i got ang pow from melia's grandma. hehe. oh, i didnt eat at all that day except for dinner, that also a light one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, family members came over for lunch/tea. then i went to bukit kiara with my cousin and his girlfriend for a hike up and down the hill. thats about it la. i damn lazy, at least i made an effort to post this. gimme credit for that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! monday is coming soon, that means back to work. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you to judge me and us? i love her and so does she love me. dont pretend to care cause you never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-6413097102860724845?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6413097102860724845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6413097102860724845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6413097102860724845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6413097102860724845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-what-you-get.html' title='that&apos;s what you get'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-3841645911889438294</id><published>2008-01-30T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:11:31.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loveeeeeeee GA la omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot live without it/him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaaaaaaaaaaah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-3841645911889438294?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3841645911889438294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=3841645911889438294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3841645911889438294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3841645911889438294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-loveeeeeeee-ga-la-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-769117955951395259</id><published>2008-01-29T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:38:02.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains</title><content type='html'>hey people, this my 2nd post from office. its a wonder i still havent got caught. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, went out with Shawn to Ou, met his friend Desmond, who's from The One Academy. went to Ou to get Switchfoot tickets. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;after that, they had makan at Burger King while i just sat at the table talking to the two of them. quite an interesting fellow that Desmond.&lt;br /&gt;after makan, went to Desmond's house. he was shifting house so i lend a helping hand la.&lt;br /&gt;damn far wei he moved...from sunway to ss17. lol. my sarcasm is back!!! beware!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we had to make two trips though because he had quite a lot of stuff to carry. after that, just chilled outside his new house till like 12 then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn bored at work now, so i dont really know what to write about. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-769117955951395259?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/769117955951395259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=769117955951395259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/769117955951395259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/769117955951395259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-it-rains.html' title='when it rains'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7412353497293199280</id><published>2008-01-29T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:42:50.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>misery business</title><content type='html'>hey people. guess where i am now, as in where i wrote this post. in work. lol.&lt;br /&gt;that's right, to all of you who didnt know, mr. aaron westerhout lee is now working and earning money. (please dont bug me to buy you stuff ok? xD)&lt;br /&gt;i'm working somewhere in tropicana. luckily not many people know exactly where it is. otherwise, some people might come and bug me.&lt;br /&gt;the work is damn easy, i was clearing some folders before but now i'm counting stocks and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;boring right?&lt;br /&gt;wait till you hear how much i earn, i earn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM8 an hour!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not much but it's better than some places i checked out before i got a job here.&lt;br /&gt;i work from 9 to 6 almost everyday, about 8 hours daily la.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm just relaxing after checking the library list at this place.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! just now, my colleagues made me do the chicken dance in front of all them. damn malu wei, i tell you. shit, i was trying so hard not to blush, although i think i did la.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, the things i do in this office. lol. this office is quite fun la, very friendly people and supervisors. what more could i want for a first job? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my social life, i've been coming home late lately, thanks to somebody staying in shah alam. hehe. not that i'm blaming you la. went to AC a couple of times, Hartamas one night, movie at Curve one night, Bangsar on that same night. mostly AC la, played pool, got drunk there once also. lol. Anchor Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i gtg before anybody catches me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya around people!!! later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7412353497293199280?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7412353497293199280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7412353497293199280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7412353497293199280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7412353497293199280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanna-hold-your-hand.html' title='misery business'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-8606411863792772925</id><published>2008-01-10T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T09:35:26.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore!!!</title><content type='html'>well, as my last post said, i went to singapore. hehe. just decided to go for fun since my aunt was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from malacca, took a bus to singapore, slept through most of the way. tired cause was up chatting with rhema the night before. had fun wei. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got there, we had to clear customs and all that then we took another bus from the immigration department or something to Queen Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, took a bus to Orchard Road and went to a shopping complex called Lucky Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you that shopping complex was filled with Philippinos. they were like crawling out uf the wood work!! ok, maybe a little exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, took the MRT (something like KL's LRT) to my relative's house where we stayed for two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we freshened up ourselves and dinner was served. wasnt anything fanciful but i enjoyed it la. after dinner, we went for a tour around (almost) the whole of singapore courtesy of my relative. it was fun, she showed us all the landmarks and famous places. although it was at night, it was still a good trip. we passed by "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WESTERHOUT ROAD&lt;/span&gt;" (yes, there is such a road in singapore, unfortunately it's smack in the middle of Geylang. lol.) came home and slept till the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we woke up, we walked to the nearby MRT and went to get our return bus tickets to malacca. from there we went back to the same MRT station and headed to another shopping complex called Vivo City, quite a nice place with familiar shops in them. the place was also near Sentosa Island. we went for lunch at the food court and decided to go to Sentosa after makan. sadly, it rained heavily and we changed our minds to walk around Vivo City. didnt buy anything though, too expensive to go shopping in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the interesting part. from Vivo City, we took the MRT from there to go to the one near my relative's house, but we went to every MRT station in singapore and then only headed to my relative's house. lol. quite fun la, just sitting in the train, not doing anything but look at the peopple walk in and out. oh yeah! school just finished, so i took the opportunity to 'cuci mata' for a bit. hey, i'm a guy, live with it. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back, again took our baths and had dinner. after dinner, we went to my relative's computer room to check out the Westerhout Family Tree that's in progress. the tree consists of names and pictures. unfortunately, the pictures were missing cause he couldnt get any pictures from the family members. so i went to friendster and multiply to look for pictures from my sister and my site. managed to get a few. then we called it a night and was dead to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up the next morning and had homemade bread for breakfast. after packing our bags and all, my relative dropped us off at the bus terminal and we were on our way back already. we crossed into malaysia using the second link highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, again, i'm in malacca going home to KL tomorrow by bus. it was a fun trip but shopping and all was out of the question la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about it, i'm quite the tired now. gonna go snore now. :P see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: throughout the whole trip, i missed somebody and that somebody missed me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-8606411863792772925?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8606411863792772925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=8606411863792772925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8606411863792772925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8606411863792772925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/01/singapore.html' title='Singapore!!!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-2130892669045934188</id><published>2008-01-07T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:34:49.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was born to tell you i love you</title><content type='html'>yes yes. i know you guys (and girls) miss me. :) ego kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry la. i seriously think the internet hates me la. everytime try go online also sure fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got in this time because it's not even my computer and i'm in malacca (maybe the internet likes me here). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, another year has come and gone, memories that last a lifetime, both that made me smile and cry. i treasure and cherish them. cant wait to make more memories, both bitter and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets recall the year 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended my 4th rally in my life, this time, as the team's main drummer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell in love, out also got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, not to forget SPM. It's finally over!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got invloved in dramas that mainly took up most of my time, other than SPM and Chruch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's in church. :D SOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lazy wanna think some more la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a new year is headed our way, lets make the best of it and keep moving forward even if sometimes we look behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm in malacca now sitting in front this giant laptop. going singapore tomorrow for fun. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singaporians are too much wei, i had ringgit malaysia 100 from daddy and by the time i changed it to sing dollars, i only got 43.60. THATS LESS THAN HALF!! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy new year to all and god bless. gtg now, wanna makan malaccan food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll post soon la. i'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-2130892669045934188?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2130892669045934188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=2130892669045934188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2130892669045934188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2130892669045934188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-born-to-tell-you-i-love-you.html' title='i was born to tell you i love you'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-2805263314966989828</id><published>2007-12-19T01:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:49:44.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM TOO LAZY TO BLOG BECAUSE I AM A LAZY BUM HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really he's too lazy to blog so if he ever updates ill be sure to publicly announce it on CNN..or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYBYENOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,Vanessaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-2805263314966989828?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2805263314966989828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=2805263314966989828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2805263314966989828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2805263314966989828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-too-lazy-to-blog-because-i-am-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-6033467943909468251</id><published>2007-11-06T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:10:17.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>even if saving you sends me to heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RzE4579WqvI/AAAAAAAAABM/iheYvgjSDMI/s1600-h/night3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 Secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that I want to say to people but never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I hate you for what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.Otherwise,it wouldnt have happened this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What matters,didnt matter to you.What didnt matter,matters to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im addicted to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never forgot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stars are fading.And your heart's out of beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be there for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't replace you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant say that I blame you but you cant blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1625883020143686643-6033467943909468251?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6033467943909468251/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-1625883020143686643.post-4396513907326972676</id><published>2007-11-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:51:48.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Playing drums is not all that easy.&lt;br /&gt;You need a sense of rhythm and you especially need to know your beats.&lt;br /&gt;Even when playing, you need to feel the beat and put your heart and soul into playing. Timing is important too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the beats and timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you lose the beat? Your timing goes off. You screw up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your drum goes out of time, you just need someone to bring the beat back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4396513907326972676?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4396513907326972676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4396513907326972676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4396513907326972676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4396513907326972676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/11/playing-dums-is-not-all-that-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7976324767176542839</id><published>2007-10-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:23:04.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over You?....i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that it's all said and done,I can't believe you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To build me up and tear me down,Like an old abandoned house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What you said when you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess it's really over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm finally getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You took a hammer to these walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Packed your bags and walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was nothing I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot of others opened up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you never were the best for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess it's really over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm finally getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess it's really over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm finally getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm putting my heart back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I got over you.Well I got over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7976324767176542839?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7976324767176542839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7976324767176542839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7976324767176542839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7976324767176542839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/10/over-youi-dont-know.html' title='Over You?....i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-1360259081640331714</id><published>2007-10-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:58:01.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Lines from Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin&lt;br /&gt;I make the right moves but I'm lost within&lt;br /&gt;I put on my daily façade but then&lt;br /&gt;I just end up getting hurt again&lt;br /&gt;By myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How do you think I've lost so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid, I'm out of touch&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect I will know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When all I know is what you tell me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the memory you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning up&lt;br /&gt;The darkness holding me tightly&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;And lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everything falls apart, even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wanna know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the answers&lt;br /&gt;No more lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's true the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Was promised by your face&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my memories&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hurt much more&lt;br /&gt;Than anytime before&lt;br /&gt;I have no options left again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't stay&lt;br /&gt;Forget our memories&lt;br /&gt;Forget our possibilities&lt;br /&gt;What you were changing me into&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay&lt;br /&gt;Forget our memories&lt;br /&gt;Forget our possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Take all your faithlessness with you&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to run&lt;br /&gt;Replacing this pain with something numb&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier to go&lt;br /&gt;Than face all this pain here all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change I would&lt;br /&gt;Take back the pain I would&lt;br /&gt;Retrace every wrong move that I made I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and take the blame I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could take all my sahme to the grave I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I remember&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness of my Past&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back these memories&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of letting go&lt;br /&gt;And never looking back&lt;br /&gt;And never moving forward so&lt;br /&gt;There would never be a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;What I want you to want&lt;br /&gt;What I want you to feel&lt;br /&gt;But it's like&lt;br /&gt;No matter What I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't convince you&lt;br /&gt;To just believe this is real&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let go&lt;br /&gt;Watching you&lt;br /&gt;Turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;Face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal&lt;br /&gt;This damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever stops all these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And the pain attached to them&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm wondering why this is happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to trust&lt;br /&gt;No suprise&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts sift through dust&lt;br /&gt;And the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to break&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so tired of this deciet&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make myself&lt;br /&gt;Get back up on my feet&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is this&lt;br /&gt;All the tiring times between&lt;br /&gt;And how&lt;br /&gt;Trying to put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Just takes so much out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never trust a single thing you say&lt;br /&gt;You knew your lies wuold divide us&lt;br /&gt;But you lied anyway&lt;br /&gt;And all the lies have got you floating&lt;br /&gt;Up above us all&lt;br /&gt;But what goes up has got to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;Let me take back my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be all alone&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere all alone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can see&lt;br /&gt;The very worst part of you is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt&lt;br /&gt;And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake to you&lt;br /&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/1625883020143686643-1360259081640331714?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1360259081640331714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=1360259081640331714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1360259081640331714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/1360259081640331714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-lines-from-linkin-park.html' title='Random Lines from Linkin Park'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-6486254719413819324</id><published>2007-08-22T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T03:17:26.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RswJ6hcLeVI/AAAAAAAAABE/stt6D1WUuuk/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RswJ6hcLeVI/AAAAAAAAABE/stt6D1WUuuk/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101463378917554514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What would you give me?&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/1625883020143686643-6486254719413819324?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6486254719413819324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6486254719413819324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6486254719413819324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6486254719413819324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-would-you-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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://bp3.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RswJ6hcLeVI/AAAAAAAAABE/stt6D1WUuuk/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-4070314848812583431</id><published>2007-08-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:09:04.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 19-08-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday was fun la.&lt;br /&gt;Went to church in the morning for 9am mass.&lt;br /&gt;After mass went to drop off Alan's brother, the twins and Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine 6 people in the backseat of a Proton Iswara. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to McD's for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to church to practice songs for the wedding mass that The JYM will be in charge of the choir and of course the drummer will be yours truly. =)&lt;br /&gt;After practice, went to the "pondok" near Alan's house to study and ended up teaching Asheela and Vanessa Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;PERSATUAN AGAMA HINDU. Lol. My apologies if there is such a society.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, went to a mamak near McD's just to see somebody. =)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy sayang!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Then went to U. Peter's house for a BEC BBQ, Sanjieev was there and to my suprise he was cooking the food rather than eating them like he always does. =)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Alan's house to watch 'Disturbia'. Was a good movie, could've been better but it was good la.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to send Vanessa home, she got locked outside her house. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;But then yours truly had to climb over her front gate and wake up her maid.&lt;br /&gt;And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those involved in this day it was really fun and I haven't done something like that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4070314848812583431?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4070314848812583431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4070314848812583431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4070314848812583431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4070314848812583431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-19-08-07.html' title='Sunday 19-08-07'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7478501076720805714</id><published>2007-08-20T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T05:09:04.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RsmD_hcLeUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bXh5rMR83Dk/s1600-h/KS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100753180305357122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RsmD_hcLeUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bXh5rMR83Dk/s400/KS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,SOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7478501076720805714?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7478501076720805714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7478501076720805714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7478501076720805714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7478501076720805714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/08/ks.html' title='KS'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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://bp0.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RsmD_hcLeUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bXh5rMR83Dk/s72-c/KS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-6002074038875196370</id><published>2007-08-14T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T07:16:33.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa says</title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone else said anything about this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-6002074038875196370?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6002074038875196370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6002074038875196370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6002074038875196370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6002074038875196370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/08/vanessa-says.html' title='Vanessa says'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-6566520821846963964</id><published>2007-08-05T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:41:36.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are so many answers we're looking for but just can't find them.&lt;br /&gt;Often, we turn to those who are close to us hoping they have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;What if they don't have it? We have to be patient and know that the answer will come to us.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it'll come soon or after a long period of time, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that one day, we'll look back and say to ourselves, "I've been through it, I survived it and I am proud of it." So very often, we don't look at the long run and focus only on the near-future.&lt;br /&gt;We have to see the big picture and identify who are really our friends and who are fakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have you as a friend and I thank God you're in my life. Nobody can replace you and I love You. You mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-6566520821846963964?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6566520821846963964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6566520821846963964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6566520821846963964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6566520821846963964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7785002902016284022</id><published>2007-08-04T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:05:21.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macho Man!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RrRaDHhV_5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9A0RM8bmFz4/s1600-h/DSC07150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094796088067882898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RrRaDHhV_5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9A0RM8bmFz4/s400/DSC07150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This heavy piece of protoplasm here is the bomb la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He's everybody's friend and one hell of a guy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's not once when I've seen him angry or sad, always happy and joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to the main man. Alan Keevan. Don't worry, I won't tell how your nose got big or the story about nasi-lemak. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to Secret Recipe at 7 and waited to suprise him who came late again. Terrible. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Came in with his gold plated T-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, before he came, Sanjieev embarrassed himself by knocking over a stranger's glass of iced lemon tea. Haha. Fatty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, before macho-man came, I saw Charmaine again for the first time after Installation!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By the way, I think Charmaine is the most friendly person I've met this year, just met her for one day during installation and already she acts like as thought she knows me. Well, enough of Charmaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then went to Ming Tien to eat where Kevin and me were lame. Aren't we always?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nicely conned Evie and taking her money. =) Sorry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then Praveena had to go and the Tay's also left shortly after. Then we joined the rest where the fun started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taiwan Sausages wei!!! Alan, the birthday-boy ate TWO super spicy sausages. Respect la macah. Then water all was flying towards everybody, I was smart enough to avoid the water-war zone. Then went back home la. Nothing much la. Highlight of that night, only that night, was seeing Maine again after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7785002902016284022?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7785002902016284022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7785002902016284022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7785002902016284022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7785002902016284022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/08/macho-man.html' title='Macho Man!!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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://bp3.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/RrRaDHhV_5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9A0RM8bmFz4/s72-c/DSC07150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-6319364156749515190</id><published>2007-07-19T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:37:24.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa made me do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/Rp90j5mm16I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKZnuooqpDI/s1600-h/Vanessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/Rp90j5mm16I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKZnuooqpDI/s400/Vanessa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088914264058943394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, this is not my girl friend. This is my best friend. No, it's not weird to have a girl as your best friend. Yes, it is cool instead.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of the term, "Friends with benefits"? Well, this is somthing like that but a million times better. :-) We've been to the top of Mt. Everst and hit rock bottom but I don't regret a single moment. Everything has brought us to where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can replace her and the memories we've shared together, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, if you really have nothing else better to do ask either one of us about the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Just ask us, "Can you tell me about CC?" and the answer will come if we feel like it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, best friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-6319364156749515190?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6319364156749515190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6319364156749515190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6319364156749515190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6319364156749515190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/07/vanessa-made-me-do-this.html' title='Vanessa made me do this'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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://bp2.blogger.com/_oGIGmrT9R84/Rp90j5mm16I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKZnuooqpDI/s72-c/Vanessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-4431316065419111009</id><published>2007-07-19T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:12:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMK Taman Sea Prefect's Installation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to me and my eurasion blood in me, I managed to negotiate with teacher to allow the prefects of Sri Permata to go to Seapark yesterday. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there quite early la. Reached there only, first person who spoke to me was Mei Yee.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people to see early in the morning la. Sigh. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Then had to sit in the hall for almost an hour plus cause the stupid boring speeches.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the actual installation where again, I saw Mei Yee on stage holding the tray like some professional model like that(NOT!!). That was done with, then Kevin took us around the whole school, literally, bloody fool took us to the bloody so-called "rubbish house". Unnecessary Kevin, very. Pass by the Block B bio lab which had Carmelia in it, Wei Yeen franticly at me and Kath at the other end of the class. Then went to Sujen's class where the stupid fella shouted while the teacher was teaching. I tell you, all these Seapark people all ah, terrible. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed back to the hall where had food and then performances. Of all the people to sit beside, Mei Yee, again. I think she's stalking me la. Lol. Then came Charmaine!!! Very nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performances, I being the kind and sweet person that I am, helped Charmaine carry a box up to the prefect's room. :-) Sorry la, I just had to put that up la. I think it's my ego la. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to McD's with all the Seapark prefects. I was the only non-Seaparkian there la. Had loads of fun la. The whole upstairs was full of Seapark perfects. Then Ronald McDonald came and he met his No. 1 Fan, Kathlyn!!! Haha. I know you're glad to get that signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely had fun la. Met some new friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4431316065419111009?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4431316065419111009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4431316065419111009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4431316065419111009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4431316065419111009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/07/smk-taman-sea-prefects-installation.html' title='SMK Taman Sea Prefect&apos;s Installation'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7127704599218085680</id><published>2007-07-16T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T05:55:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Real eyes realise real lies.&lt;br /&gt;By Vanessa Pillai (I hope you're proud &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda true don't you think? Only the person lying would realise that he/she is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't know what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing how things have become, just give two years to a person's life and everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is for the worse, we can always look at it positively.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has happened, I love the way I am now and nobody's gonna take that from me.&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, thanks for being a part of my life. Wouldn't be the same without you guys especially my most precious Italians. Love you two the most!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7127704599218085680?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7127704599218085680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7127704599218085680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7127704599218085680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7127704599218085680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7508497038866693166</id><published>2007-07-02T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:15:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A light shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're barely waken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Light up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You make a first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I found I'm scared to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I lost my pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm close behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7508497038866693166?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7508497038866693166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7508497038866693166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7508497038866693166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7508497038866693166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/07/dawn-is-breaking-light-shining-through.html' title='You and I collide'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-9092319773776120791</id><published>2007-06-28T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:29:30.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Imagine me and you, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think about you day and night, it's only right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To think about the girl you love and hold her tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I should call you up, invest a dime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you say you belong to me and ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine how the world could be, so very fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't see me lovin' nobody but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and you and you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only one for me is you, and you for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I should call you up, invest a dime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you say you belong to me and ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine how the world could be, so very fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't see me lovin' nobody but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*All I think about is you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-9092319773776120791?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/9092319773776120791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=9092319773776120791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9092319773776120791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/9092319773776120791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-together.html' title='Happy Together'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-2210818182389953613</id><published>2007-06-25T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T02:36:18.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMPH Family Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a blast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All the nervousness and excitement of the first major Outreach Program of the SIC Junior Youth Ministry. All in all, I would say it was a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Started with the ice-breakers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GOAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Powder-Puff Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Malaysia beating Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hotter than my mother's curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We're going to the OMPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rock, Rock, Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everybody dance now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;STOMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hakka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mandalelang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been a SHOTA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;David and Goliath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then PnW and a very unexpected 'Meaning of love' drama. Then Benediction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Clown, friends and that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apparently, there was this girl who was eyeing me, damn pretty ok. Thin, tall, sexy short skirt!! Damn CHUN!!! she sent a messenger named Isaac, 10, to ask for my number. That was my opportunity, my time to strike while the iron was hot. She was HOT. I almost striked but I didn't because I already know what I want and it's not her. So I told Isaac, "If she really wants my number, ask her to come and ask herself." Just as I figured, she didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope you're proud of me, cause I turned a super hot girl just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-2210818182389953613?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2210818182389953613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=2210818182389953613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2210818182389953613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2210818182389953613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/06/omph-family-night.html' title='OMPH Family Night'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-3910986938895969757</id><published>2007-06-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:44:04.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For someone special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;/em&gt; cause we &lt;em&gt;collide&lt;/em&gt; and nobody wants to see us together but it &lt;em&gt;don't matter&lt;/em&gt; that i'm &lt;em&gt;here without you&lt;/em&gt; cause it's so hard to &lt;em&gt;walk away&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;when you're gone&lt;/em&gt;, i &lt;em&gt;fall to pieces&lt;/em&gt; cause i'm &lt;em&gt;addicted&lt;/em&gt; to you and &lt;em&gt;everytime we touch&lt;/em&gt;, I know that &lt;em&gt;it's not over&lt;/em&gt;. i know you're so much &lt;em&gt;better than me&lt;/em&gt; with your &lt;em&gt;lips of an angel&lt;/em&gt; cause you gave me &lt;em&gt;the reason&lt;/em&gt; to go &lt;em&gt;wherever you will go&lt;/em&gt; and we don't have to let it &lt;em&gt;linger&lt;/em&gt; anymore cause it &lt;em&gt;don't matter&lt;/em&gt; no more. &lt;em&gt;I don't love you&lt;/em&gt; like i did yesterday cause i love you more than i did yesterday. &lt;em&gt;For you I'd die &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;go to the ends of the earth and &lt;em&gt;I'd do anything &lt;/em&gt;just to see you smile especially when you're &lt;em&gt;far away &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;at the end of the day, in spite of me,&lt;/em&gt; I know you'll still love me. &lt;em&gt;Time after time, I don't wanna miss a thing. &lt;/em&gt;So, I tell myself, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's&lt;/em&gt; the sweetest thing I know and has a completely great personality. She walks into my life and I'm alive again. I love her and I wouldn't trade the world for her. &lt;em&gt;She's &lt;/em&gt;the most beautiful creation of God. I'm not worthy to have her and I'll never get why she never walked away.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-3910986938895969757?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3910986938895969757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=3910986938895969757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3910986938895969757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3910986938895969757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-someone-special.html' title='For someone special'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-4106104138100587980</id><published>2007-06-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:31:50.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WOW!! Holidays just came and went like that *snaps fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Many many many things have happened and they all made me smile in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From the two camps i went, till the sleepover, till the fight with the italians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They all made me smile in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is one of the best holidays I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I damn lazy to go through the details so here is like a summary la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Suprise, Farfaraway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CF Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Suprise, PJ ALREADY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Giant, Starbucks, Toilet. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Farm. Meeting and getting to know the new team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THURSDAY Part 2, CLIMAX of my holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shrek 3, (GO GO AWAY) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saturday night drama, angry on the phone but she still said "I love you", means alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Second chance (or is it the the third?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sunday mass, same design Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here we are now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's over but I had the best of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love you two the most!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4106104138100587980?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4106104138100587980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4106104138100587980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4106104138100587980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4106104138100587980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-7444112664195193918</id><published>2007-05-29T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:18:03.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing on 28th May '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Started as a normal day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to Ou with school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Watched "Blades of Glory". Haha. Quite funny la. Damn Gay. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After movie, girls went shopping, guys went play Foosball and Pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I won most of the games. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Met up with the girls again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jo'Anne and Keana had to go off, so the guys and Melissa went to play Foosball and Pool again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And again I won most games. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then they had to go so I met up with Alison who happened to be there with Rhema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Laughed our ass off most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then had to walk to Curve from Ou where we met Vanessa for dinner at Friday's. Mmmm, good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then went to JuiceWorks where I bought a juice and the other two just stoned. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then A. Pam sent me home and that's about it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can't think straight now so that's why this post is very summarized. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-7444112664195193918?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7444112664195193918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=7444112664195193918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7444112664195193918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/7444112664195193918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/outing-on-28th-may-07.html' title='Outing on 28th May &apos;07'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-5772689610594474890</id><published>2007-05-27T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:02:52.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get out of my life. Say one thing and do another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Say one thing and feel another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Say one thing and say another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just be yourself la my God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What the hell are you scared of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That I'll judge who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just try being yourself and thing will finally get for you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's just so pissing off because I'm stuck in the middle of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If I'm just an observer and already so pissed off, just imagine those involved directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cut them some slack la. Give them a break la. Give youself a break la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lack of attention people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Screw all of you all la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One small thing goes wrong only, start jumping here and there like as though the world is gonna end that very second like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's not our fault that you don't get attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stop being so sensitive la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bloody hell, one seriously small thing goes wrong and you act like as though hell just froze over or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn! Stop over reacting la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's freaking irritating ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hide behind the smiles and laughter because I know that if I say how I feel, you over react and go all Hollywood on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Call me hypocrite too but I was trying to not hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thats why I don't tell you but I've done had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't get angry if I show my irritated face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/S: If anybody else other than the person I'm directing this post to gets offended, I'm sorry. Maybe I'm just so pissed right now. Italians, this post is most definitely not directed to any one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-5772689610594474890?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/5772689610594474890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=5772689610594474890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5772689610594474890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/5772689610594474890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-3613457361968640903</id><published>2007-05-27T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:37:37.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're So Much Better Than Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think you can do much better than me&lt;br /&gt;After all the lies I made you believe&lt;br /&gt;Guilt kicks in and I start to see&lt;br /&gt;The edge of the bed&lt;br /&gt;Where your nightgown used to be&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I wouldn't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like beside you&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking through your old box of notes&lt;br /&gt;I found those pictures&lt;br /&gt;That you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;If there's one memory I don't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;That time at the mall&lt;br /&gt;You and me in the dressing room&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like beside you&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed I'm lying in is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wish I never would've said it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I can't pretend that I won't think about you when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;Cause we never really had our closure&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the end&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-3613457361968640903?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3613457361968640903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=3613457361968640903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3613457361968640903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/3613457361968640903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-so-much-better-than-me.html' title='You&apos;re So Much Better Than Me'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-2430981750858724334</id><published>2007-05-27T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T03:40:49.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How's It Gonna Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before you take a swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder what are we fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I say out loud I want to get out of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder is there anything I'm going to miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder how's it gonna be when you don't know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How's it gonna be when you're sure I'm not there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How's it gonna be when there's no one there to talk to between you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cause' I don't care how's it gonna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Where we used to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's a shouting match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sharp as a thumbnail scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A silence I can't ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like the hammock by the doorway we spent time in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Swings empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't see lightning like last fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When it was always about to hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder how's it gonna be when it goes down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How's it gonna be when you're not around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's it gonna be when you found out there was nothin between you and me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how's it gonna be when you don't know me anymore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;How's it gonna be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&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/1625883020143686643-2430981750858724334?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2430981750858724334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=2430981750858724334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2430981750858724334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/2430981750858724334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-only-pretty-sure-that-i-cant-take.html' title='How&apos;s It Gonna Be?'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-8348173360062208185</id><published>2007-05-27T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:54:17.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curve - 26 May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is actually quite interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carmelia went to the Curve for some POTC Treasure Hunt by Galaxie at 2 in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went for bible class from 3.30 till 5.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that parents decided to go to the Curve for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I decided to meet up with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Only saw her for 10 minutes though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Still, I wasn't complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was messaging Kathlyn around that time and turns out she was also coming to the Curve for dinner with her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I didn't get to see her but three of us were in Curve although Carmelia was in the cinema watching POTC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After makan and went shopping, I messaged Alison and guess where she was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You guessed right, she too was also in the Curve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that was Carmelia, Kathlyn, Alison and me in the Curve although I only saw Carmelia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How cool is that? Call me "Jakun" whatever, I still think it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-8348173360062208185?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8348173360062208185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=8348173360062208185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8348173360062208185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/8348173360062208185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/curve-26-may-2007.html' title='The Curve - 26 May 2007'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-6318494976262445462</id><published>2007-05-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:49:46.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg! Yesterday was one of the best days of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Three people are involved in this blog and thats VanessaCarbonara, CarmeliaLasagna and myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love them to bits!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;See at first, Vanessa had to go to Farfaraway aka. Shrekland. So, Carmelia being sweet as she is, decided to surprise Vanessa before she took off. We planned this from monday and managed to keep it a secret from Vanessa. Yes, it was a surpirsed and a suprise it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had teacher's day that morning, was ok la. I didn't know my school had their own Lion Dance Troupe until then when they performed. Not bad la, considering all those involved were still schooling. Had other performances also but I didn't pay attention to them. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school, went to a mamak near school for lunch with fellow prefects until like 1.25. I was supposed to meet Carmelia at 2 at KJ LRT Station. I figured I'd be late if I walked there considering the time, so, I got my mum to send me there. But before she did that, I had to go through a series of questions. It was like my mum was interrogating me la. Lol. I didn't mind it at all la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, met up with Carmelia, the first thing she asked me to do was carry her bag, which I did for the rest of the day. We took a cab to Vanessa's house and rung the doorbell. Ding Dong! The inside door opened and a confused Vanessa's head popped out. Hmm, she was blur at first but my cap gave me away. The cap that I got for my last year Christmas present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"What the fuck la you guys?!", exclaimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not the welcoming I expected but it meant something, that Carmelia's plan worked and Vanessa was suprised. Applause for Carmelia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The timing couldn't have been more perfect, Vanessa was heading out to the park when we appeared at her front gate. So, we went to the park with Vanessa and Carmelia was complaining the whole way of how far the park was from Vanessa's house. You spolit brat! Walk a bit also get cranky. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the park, we talked a bit, twisted our waists on the twisting thingy and the monkey bars. Hahahahaha. You should've seen Carmelia on the monkey bars. She could barely hold on but she managed to do it la. Hehe. Go work out la you lazy pig!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, we decided to go Atria. Since Carmelia was lazy :-) we took a shortcut through Vanessa's house. No, we didin't go through her house, we just went out the backdoor which has the stairway where Ms. Carmelia wanted to take a picture cause it was 'Cool'. Don't get me wrong, it was a cloudy day and the shade in the tunnel did make it cool, in terms of temperature la. :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to Atria and practically stoned there, went to a bookshop where Vanessa wanted to buy something to ease her boredom of Shrekland. The only thing she bought was air, which is free by the way. Then went to Giant where Vanessa wanted to but snacks. This time she did buy something. So did Carmelia, she bought the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;of Snickers&lt;/strong&gt;. Sigh. The things I do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, we headed back to Vanessa's place and talked and took pictures. Felt like "Thursday" for that brief moment. Oh ya, the pictures are available at Carmelia's site. Yes Carmelia, I am lazy just as you said I am but not as lazy as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then Vanessa parents came home and she had to go to Shrekland and Carmelia and I had to leave. We took a cab to KJ LRT Station where from there we were supposed to go to "Taman Aman" but since it was raining, Carmelia suggested we go to Amcorp Mall. Which was fine by me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On the train and since then on, everything felt familiar. Sitting at the end of the train was one of the few. Got to Amcorp and the the ever so sweet Carmelia treated me at Starbucks. The time in Starbucks was another thing familiar. We sat there for like half an hour talking about the events of last year and her ex-boyfriends. Then she had to go to the toilet and there was this guy standing in our way. I asked her to say "Excuse me" but compared to Carmelia, this guy was a giant la. Seriously, damn tall! Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we went for a walk in Amcorp where we walked and walked and walked and walked. Oh ya, we stopped in "Russ" where there was something familiar in the store too. Then we went to a music store where she was telling me how rich she was by naming every single album that she has. Rich-spoilt brat! Lol. We waited in the store for awhile cause she wanted to listen to a Daughtry song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then it was time to head back. The lazy Carmelia was forcing herself to walk up two flights of stairs to get to the train. Again, lazy pig! Before that making me confess something that she already knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The train ride home was quite interesting. I held on to the overhead handle and Carmelia had nothing to hold on to but me! Haha. Made me feel special, like her protector or something. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we had to go home. Sigh. The day was coming to an end. She walked ahead first and I trailing behind cause she didn't want any of her family members to see me. Lol. Then the outing ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, you could say that everything went as planned la. All three of us were super happy &lt;strong&gt;At the end of the day&lt;/strong&gt;. Familiar?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, walked home and went for practice and stayed in church till 1 something for the vigil. came home and terus tidur. Zzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One of the most happiest day in my life and I'm glad to share it with the Italians. Xoxo. Love you both so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-6318494976262445462?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6318494976262445462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6318494976262445462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6318494976262445462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6318494976262445462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweetest-day.html' title='The Sweetest Day'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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-1625883020143686643.post-6458091918658946835</id><published>2007-05-24T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T07:40:18.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommorow never comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, in this case, the title is not true because I really want tomorrow to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let's see, tomorrow is Teacher's Day in Sri Permata, not to mention in Seapark too (Good Luck Kevin!) but that's the least of what I'm excited about. I'm excited about what's after the Teacher's Day Celebration because I sure know that I'm gonna be celebrating in my own way. :-) Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorry, a bit hyper today. Got praising from teacher that I'm good with words and that I'm understanding. Hahahaha. How you like that? Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some prefect had problems in school and guess who teacher picked wisely to talk to her: ME!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course I did a good job, otherwise I wouldn't be praised by teacher. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Back to the matter of tomorrow, let's just say I have something to look forward to and I'm sure you'll have something also right? If not, go find something. The holidays are starting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMG!!! Holidays!! That's the thing I like about school, they give you holidays. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This next section, I'm writing because somebody asked me to. Ish. But it's not like I don't want to write also la. Hahaha. Ok, where should I start? Hmm, how about CC? :-) Cannot la, it'll be too long. Hahaha. Don't want to bore the readers of this blog. Hmm, how about this: I don't know what to write here besides: I love you and nodody can replace you. Too much? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This section. Hmmm, goes to the person I'm seeing tomorrow. Hehe. Not much to say but who in heaven would've thought of us being like this. Haha. There's nothing more I could want. Oh yeah, aren't you happy about what happened in the cyber cafe that day? You shuold be proud to have me. Lol. Sorry la, I don't know much to say cause all the old stuff is not that much of a story to tell except to those who want to emo at one corner of the world. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No offense to them though, I mean I was there once, not to the corner of the world but to being emo. Hahaha. It's good to emo every once in awhile but don't make it a habit. Ok? That goes to you especially. You know who you are. If you know who you are, do tell me cause I don't know who I'm crapping about now too. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eh, there's already too much hyper-ness in this post. So, I'm gonna stop here before that this post explodes like a dynamite with hyper-ness as its source of ignition. Don't ask, even I don't know what I'm crapping about. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, gotta go. Must prepare myself for tomorrow. If all goes as planned then more than one person will be happy tomorrow. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm gonna call us "The Italians" from now on. Hahaha. Cause I'm Macaroni and you guys are Carbonara and Lasagna. Hehe. So, The Italians. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I better go before this bets worse. Bye bye!!! Love the Italians!!! Xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-6458091918658946835?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6458091918658946835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=6458091918658946835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6458091918658946835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/6458091918658946835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/tommorow-never-comes.html' title='Tommorow never comes'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625883020143686643.post-4061543216316782080</id><published>2007-05-23T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:55:44.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FINALLY, things have changed for the better in my life and I'm happy to get three sisters that God forgot to give me. We're all so happy now except for one of us. Sigh. That's really too bad. I'm not sure why she thinks that I'm forced to reply her. Sometimes I'm busy and can't reply her yet she takes it wrongly. Sigh. Oh well, only time can tell whether she'll get better. But overall, I've never been happier in my life. We can't always get what we want so we might as well be happy with what we can get. Life goes on. Remember: Life has many changes and these changes are bound to take place, it's all a matter of how we react to these changes. I've reacted badly in the past before but I'm happy now and it's majorly thanks to my bestest friend (you know who you are). Well, I don't know how long this happiness of mine will last but I have a good feeling that it'll last long. To my best friend, things will get better, I promise you. So, chin up ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625883020143686643-4061543216316782080?l=alyzwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4061543216316782080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625883020143686643&amp;postID=4061543216316782080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4061543216316782080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625883020143686643/posts/default/4061543216316782080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyzwest.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy!!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082356176336216662</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
