<?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-3056994486827616289</id><updated>2012-01-14T14:30:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with reality</title><subtitle type='html'>just sharing things people would normally keep hidden from the eyes of the skies^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-1342910823336806274</id><published>2009-08-30T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:32:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I MOVED TO &lt;a href="http://henkashoujo.blogspot.com"&gt;HENKASHOUJO.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!&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/3056994486827616289-1342910823336806274?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/1342910823336806274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=1342910823336806274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1342910823336806274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1342910823336806274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-moved.html' title='I MOVED!'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-4106354594217203660</id><published>2009-05-19T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:42:37.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock's ticking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hickory, dickory dock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mouse went up the clock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ding! ~dong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so it's a few weeks to go until school starts... Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I actually detested the month of June knocking outside my room. it only meant one thing for me-School. I hated school. I felt and thought I was smart enough to face the world. and yes, I realized that I'm actually the stupidest person born in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually learned to love going to school. I had reasons. one's money. two, friends. three, favorite teachers. four, because I don't want to be cooped up inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer being in school than being inside the house. it's such a shame, isn't it? I guess i don't have much liberty being a family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school is fun. I'm looking forward to the first semester of my second year in college as a psychology student.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a new manga to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kaichou wa Maid-sama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/ShJvdLhvjbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NoiydszZjw4/s1600-h/sama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337451055488667058" style="WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 484px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/ShJvdLhvjbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NoiydszZjw4/s320/sama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuzawa Misaki is the student council president of the former all-boy school, Seika High School. In order to protect the girls, she battles the boys everyday. On the other hand, she secretly works at a "Maid Cafe". But a popular boy from school, Usui Takumi, found out! Living in between the double identity of a Maid and a student council president~What should we do Goshujin-sama!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/ShJv95n061I/AAAAAAAAAGo/zSmsKbakD6E/s1600-h/00439e7dacfb5b25436388f99339d1d01231633102_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337451617618029394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 608px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/ShJv95n061I/AAAAAAAAAGo/zSmsKbakD6E/s400/00439e7dacfb5b25436388f99339d1d01231633102_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takumi-sama is suuupppeeerr kawaii!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-4106354594217203660?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/4106354594217203660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=4106354594217203660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/4106354594217203660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/4106354594217203660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/05/clocks-ticking.html' title='Clock&apos;s ticking...'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/ShJvdLhvjbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NoiydszZjw4/s72-c/sama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-250579036560118097</id><published>2009-05-16T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:53:00.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>court of appeals</title><content type='html'>I've grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I've grown. Fatter, nosier, noisier, lazier, smarter, more sympathetic, more nationalistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. I'm not a Gloria Arroyo fan. Never is. Never was. Never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the International Solidarity Mission [ISM] last April 15 with Jessan and it was not what I expected. I thought it was about peace talks and whatsoever related topics. it was more critical and awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I admit. I cannot easily comprehend cebuano. I had a hard time. but FWIW, I tried to understand the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was human rights violation and mining issues. I never understood such before. i always thought it was just a petty thing and actually never stuck my nose in related businesses. I hated being involved with too many people. I detested being forced to do things I didn't want to. I came there because I have to. Because I'm a member of such a student organization that advocates change through writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of it before. why did I even join the publication? I write, true. but I'm subjective. i write for my sake. because it's a hobby. because I find security and joy in doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day, I learned something. people in the area where being controlled by military forces. can you believe it? Aren't they supposed to be protecting civilians in the first place? Why are they scaring people away? Why are they threating households? why are they telling citizens to boycott GABRIELA, BAYAN MUNA, and the like? Is it because those party lists are communists against mining in that certain place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The militay. They work for Arroyo. That's it. nothing more, nothing less. Money. Power. Position. That's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't join the discussion. I just listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And learned a lot. That I have to expose the rotten system. that 30% of me likes to be of service to my fellows. That 70% of me is blinding my sight in front of reality. And more, That I feel overwhelmed when people say I write good. that my articles are good. That I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Jessan, thank you very much. You're such a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-250579036560118097?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/250579036560118097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=250579036560118097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/250579036560118097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/250579036560118097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/05/court-of-appeals.html' title='court of appeals'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-6742774032750322075</id><published>2009-05-16T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:18:27.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection, II</title><content type='html'>I've been away.&lt;br /&gt;very long.&lt;br /&gt;almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;yet not very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away.&lt;br /&gt;stayed in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;watched some flicks.&lt;br /&gt;ate some chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away.&lt;br /&gt;Org activities.&lt;br /&gt;Seen new places.&lt;br /&gt;met new faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away.&lt;br /&gt;But not today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Keepin' in track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-6742774032750322075?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/6742774032750322075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=6742774032750322075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/6742774032750322075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/6742774032750322075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/05/resurrection-ii.html' title='Resurrection, II'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-5987593558466712375</id><published>2009-04-20T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:16:40.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay... It's summer! and well, yeah, It's raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been raining for days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm drowning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped summer class because of the summer job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the summer job didn't welcome me much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i do is go to school and enjoy the free internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;distribute our school papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch dvds till my eyes sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read mangas to my fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to bed very early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep till noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat to my heart's content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make videos in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a big B-O-R-I-N-G life this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewucGeFbzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RznB7o-ievI/s1600-h/credits.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewucGeFbzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RznB7o-ievI/s1600-h/credits.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewucGeFbzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RznB7o-ievI/s1600-h/credits.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewupFy9EfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q3sZzOT7S8U/s1600-h/credits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326683742737863154" style="WIDTH: 472px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewupFy9EfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q3sZzOT7S8U/s320/credits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee! a new manga to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;High School Debut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewucYm2eGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hD0ZToyrRdo/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326683524449073250" style="WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 414px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewucYm2eGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hD0ZToyrRdo/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewucYads2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/O3Kq1NBUFio/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326683524397118306" style="WIDTH: 464px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewucYads2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/O3Kq1NBUFio/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-5987593558466712375?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/5987593558466712375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=5987593558466712375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/5987593558466712375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/5987593558466712375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/04/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SewupFy9EfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q3sZzOT7S8U/s72-c/credits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-2345658512446056163</id><published>2009-04-12T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:24:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed up</title><content type='html'>okay.. so..&lt;br /&gt;I've been packed the past week! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I've been out at  early in the morning... why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHnlQoSETI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D7IAWFi78uk/s1600-h/1_199175697l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHnlQoSETI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D7IAWFi78uk/s320/1_199175697l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323790861833736498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, most of my batch mates are turning 18! debut here, debut there..so.. go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHoBKv0bcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3il-8XRIMwQ/s1600-h/1_630663813l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHoBKv0bcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3il-8XRIMwQ/s320/1_630663813l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323791341291072962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18... the end of girlhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so important? heck, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHomQUIFlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F9bhUkobfsw/s1600-h/1_132891401l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHomQUIFlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F9bhUkobfsw/s320/1_132891401l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323791978440693330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's an all-black party for back saturday^^ the debutante's in white^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHq6OymlfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YhcfzWIxBWI/s1600-h/1_637971944l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHq6OymlfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YhcfzWIxBWI/s320/1_637971944l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323794520652289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. regardless of what they might've said behind my back, I LOOOVVVEEE the way  I looked that night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-2345658512446056163?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/2345658512446056163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=2345658512446056163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/2345658512446056163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/2345658512446056163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/04/packed-up.html' title='Packed up'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SeHnlQoSETI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D7IAWFi78uk/s72-c/1_199175697l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-5354762079087488852</id><published>2009-04-05T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:07:04.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chill</title><content type='html'>okay.. so I got my grades *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect, just perfect^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the holiday' s cheer gave me and my high school buddies to customize our yearbook! wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SdmaF6KDiwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0HoVk5YhD0U/s1600-h/USB%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SdmaF6KDiwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0HoVk5YhD0U/s320/USB%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321453861016406786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, hehe. this is our college barkada's collage shopped by den-den^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. I'm currently chilling out at den-den's house enjoying the free internet she offered. aihihi. She's taking a bath and we'll later go at E2 to meet up with Hareil, et. al. to finish off our yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma fell down the  stairs days ago. good thing the couch was there to save her^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-5354762079087488852?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/5354762079087488852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=5354762079087488852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/5354762079087488852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/5354762079087488852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/04/chill.html' title='chill'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SdmaF6KDiwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0HoVk5YhD0U/s72-c/USB%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-597816017944003128</id><published>2009-03-28T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:01:17.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>weiii!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood for an hour infront of the roundball with a candle in my hand! yipee!&lt;br /&gt;I'm an advocate starting this year.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/b&gt; is an international event organised by the WWF (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Wide_Fund_for_Nature" title="World Wide Fund for Nature"&gt;World Wide Fund for Nature/World Wildlife Fund&lt;/a&gt;), and held on the last Saturday of March each year, which asks households and businesses to turn off their non-essential lights and electrical appliances for one hour to raise awareness towards the need to take action on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Climate_change" title="Climate change"&gt;climate change&lt;/a&gt;. Earth hour was conceived by WWF Australia and the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sydney_Morning_Herald" title="The Sydney Morning Herald"&gt;Sydney Morning Herald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in 2007, when 2.2 million residents of Sydney participated by turning off all non-essential lights.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Hour#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Following Sydney's lead, many other cities around the world adopted the event in 2008. &lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Hour#cite_note-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Hour#cite_note-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Earth Hour is currently taking place on Saturday, March 28, 2009 at 8:30 pm, local time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-597816017944003128?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/597816017944003128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=597816017944003128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/597816017944003128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/597816017944003128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-1056306763937787768</id><published>2009-03-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:59:21.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sides of life</title><content type='html'>I attended a celebration. One was of natality. The other, mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's  nephew, kuya Junjun, started his life today as a married man. We were happy. He finally found the woman he wants to be with in his lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's friend, whom she calls her "second father", died after we got home from the wedding. She cried, desperately. She didn't have dinner. She drank beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how happy we can be happy for a moment and be sad for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wait your whole life for a single moment, then one day, it's tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     -Deep Blue Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck kuya jun. May Uncle Mario's soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-1056306763937787768?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/1056306763937787768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=1056306763937787768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1056306763937787768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1056306763937787768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/sides-of-life.html' title='sides of life'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-1354092336777148688</id><published>2009-03-23T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:11:36.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster than a kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SceHr5MKIxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YzhOxuEfhfQ/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 925px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SceHr5MKIxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YzhOxuEfhfQ/s400/00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367073290101522" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SceGsrBNPeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PTYZFDetp2w/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 836px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SceGsrBNPeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PTYZFDetp2w/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365987154312674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing their parents, Fumiko and her brother move from one relative to another. Fed up with the constant moving, Fumiko decides to quit school and find a job to support her brother herself.&lt;br /&gt;While she sits on the park bench contemplating her situation, she suddenly finds her teacher standing in front of her. Surprisingly, their encounter ends with a marriage proposal and her teacher's promise to support and take care of Fumiko and her brother. Is he serious or just playing around...!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally hooked on this. I'm waiting for Ouran chapter 70! wee! The Synopsis above says 'Fumiko', but her name in the manga strip is  Fumino. haha! what d heck. Kazuma's super cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/ScijSB9TAQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3njRkPnDhss/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 471px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/ScijSB9TAQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3njRkPnDhss/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316678890269376770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-1354092336777148688?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/1354092336777148688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=1354092336777148688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1354092336777148688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1354092336777148688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/faster-than-kiss.html' title='Faster than a kiss'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SceHr5MKIxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YzhOxuEfhfQ/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-446650209165995622</id><published>2009-03-23T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:07:25.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resurrection, I</title><content type='html'>yehey... I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to financial matters and time mismanagement, Alia is baaaaccckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. how's it been? ME? SCHOOL IS OUT! finally! I'm really looking forward to summer! Why? SEE below^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High school buddies' sort of reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isko ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enzz' 17th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jethro's 18th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyra's 18th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen's 18th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niño's 17 birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..... tarararararra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new HOUSE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee.... the last isn't final though. The buyer's undecided^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-446650209165995622?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/446650209165995622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=446650209165995622' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/446650209165995622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/446650209165995622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/resurrection-i.html' title='resurrection, I'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-5014532084075561606</id><published>2009-03-17T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:29:46.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativity</title><content type='html'>happy bithday hammer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-5014532084075561606?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/5014532084075561606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/5014532084075561606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/nativity.html' title='Nativity'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-3151298664913844128</id><published>2009-03-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:21:26.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When in doubts, one must drink a cup of Sake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Yukino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sake (sa-ke) is a Japanese rice wine. Usually, it is drank by farmers and locals during celebrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So.. why did i put that up? because I'm drunk. i've been driven by my nostalgic thoughts away from reality. heck, I don't know. I've been feeling drowsy since last week becuz of this stupid cough and cold. I guess it brought out the thought of High school-yes high school. the last time I owned freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;college is neat-oh yeah! I'm having fun. my grades are smiling at me like never before and how proud my grandma is of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but for some reason, I feel like it's difficult for me to breathe. people have these expectations and I can't seem to tear myself away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;rejection&lt;/span&gt; is my greatest foe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By consoling myself with memories past, I felt unchained from my heavy emotions. I was an average high school student. Now, I'm an excelling college freshman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back then i could always sleep half-way during classes. Back then, I could chat with my seatmate and cheat during quizzes(Never exams! too risky!). Back then, I could find time to write nonsensical things if I'm tried of listening to the lecture. Back then, I could spend time with friends longer than I'm supposed to. Back then, I could crawl on my bed after a day's little work and sleep without ever worrying what comes next. Back then i can always procrastinate about important things and get it done before due time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Back then I can always smile after receiving my report card, even if it's glittering mediocre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I'm worrying if i'd ever get beyond that 81 grade in college algebra (i so hate math. and i uber suck). I'm hoping it would smile 85 by finals so I could &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;be in the Dean's List. I'm hoping grandma would understand if i won't be in the Dean's list for this sem. i'm hoping I'd find that sign-whether or not I'd shift my course. i'm hoping I could spend more time with my college &lt;em&gt;barkada&lt;/em&gt; instead of flooding myself with paperwork. I'm hoping my groupmates could see that they're not the only ones packed with work, I am too. I'm hoping that people would stop telling me what to do, what to think, what to do next. I'm wondering if I'm worthy of the compliments my classmates are giving me. Now, I can't force myself to be happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Unlike before. (hiccups)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-3151298664913844128?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/3151298664913844128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=3151298664913844128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/3151298664913844128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/3151298664913844128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/drunk.html' title='Drunk'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-9074937962899332462</id><published>2009-03-12T00:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:13:22.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbjAM009GDI/AAAAAAAAABw/qnTnkkYLfRg/s1600-h/1_795321454l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312207087055214642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbjAM009GDI/AAAAAAAAABw/qnTnkkYLfRg/s320/1_795321454l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Pardon the late introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In gundamspeak, I'm a natural-a person born normally, which obviously was born without technology enhancements whatsoever. I don't have these glittering blue eyes, silver hair, or a gorgeous body. All i have is all that i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without perfection, without liposuction, without nose-liftings, without fancy make-up or fab dresses, and without a doubt, I'm just your plain Alia armed with only my mind, my pen, and my hand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbjEW4y2v-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kh9AZlD8xvY/s1600-h/1_120567600l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312211657965354978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbjEW4y2v-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kh9AZlD8xvY/s320/1_120567600l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Alia Marya vi Britannia&lt;/span&gt;, which, is obviously fake. I hate my real name and don't bother asking me about it. Just call me Alia, that's good enough for me. I'm quite introverted yet you can't see that side of me much. You can see me lying down on the grassy field of the stinking-yet-useful Students' park (sometimes with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I think she likes it there&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;).&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me and RR] &lt;/span&gt;You can see me at the main canteen with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bryan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gracelyn, Manilyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krisha Belle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eating &lt;em&gt;suman&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;babana cue&lt;/em&gt;. You might find me in the hallways laughing out loud with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barry, Cling, Talon, Jef, Par, and Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while looking out for guys. You might find me too, at the library. That's where &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrei, Alexandrea, Hammer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I (me?) usually hangout, specifically, the deselection room.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbkB36Z2pSI/AAAAAAAAACA/jW9c1alA-ks/s1600-h/1_365799825l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312279295542338850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbkB36Z2pSI/AAAAAAAAACA/jW9c1alA-ks/s320/1_365799825l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;andrei,&gt; andrei, alexandrea, me and hammer&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You might also find me tinkering the pc in our Omniana [publication] office(if not making articles, i'm printing mangas secretly or making anime music videos. Turn around and you might find me walking around Omar and Teston Halls looking for the USB 11 gigs. I might have gone to the BRH canteen with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krung, Angie, Bugoy, Kare, Rose Ann, May, Daggy, Tonton, Jade, and Arlou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; eating breakfast or heavy &lt;em&gt;merienda.&lt;/em&gt;I may have gone to the John and fixed up my messy hair for the first time for the day. After that you can spot me back in the library's internet section browsing the net using someone else's school account. You might see me next to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who he himself, is using&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aniversario&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s account. See me blog. See my thoughts. See my life. This is my kind of private life.^^ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Jessan and me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312284523845724258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbkGoPWhKGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ch9LwfvhOJE/s320/1_833811983l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thoughts I live By:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't try so hard to fit in when you're born to stand out."&lt;br /&gt;-What a girl wants-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As long as you don't trouble the rest of the world, there's no harm in being abnormal."&lt;br /&gt;-Ichihara Yuuko-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is just a temporary lapse of judgment, kinda like a mental illness."&lt;br /&gt;-Suzumiya, Haruhi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Falling in love is incorrect."&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Abraham Contayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thinking is the activity I love most and writing is simply thinking through my fingers."&lt;br /&gt;-I forgot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbkGoPWhKGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ch9LwfvhOJE/s1600-h/1_833811983l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-9074937962899332462?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/9074937962899332462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=9074937962899332462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/9074937962899332462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/9074937962899332462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/late_12.html' title='Late'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbjAM009GDI/AAAAAAAAABw/qnTnkkYLfRg/s72-c/1_795321454l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-6476411583393191729</id><published>2009-03-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:19:46.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 17th birthday gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiW-SrN5TI/AAAAAAAAABY/LxhBG4ez0vw/s1600-h/1_742531004l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312161757392659762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiW-SrN5TI/AAAAAAAAABY/LxhBG4ez0vw/s320/1_742531004l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dug up some stuff from my treasure chest and i found some neat stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i got from my birthday four months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nnwhXUP5HI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chidori made this video!^^ wai! this is her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312162683517815458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiX0MwqSqI/AAAAAAAAABo/K-s-Zuf19D8/s320/1_781368474l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hammer's letter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I brandished my wand in front of a stained mirror. i then switched it to a goblet full of dense liquid. i pointed my wand in my left temple and i pulled out a gossamer-fine strand out-that this, actually was a part of my memory. I put it on the goblet and start reminiscing the scenes. [Remember how Dumbledore showed Harry his past memories?] Far beyond the reach of my two outstretched arms, latest news on farthest star was known, Shakespearean dictionary, Einsteinian knowledge, kingly affluence, J.K. Rowling's magic and imagination, museums history and mystery, and far more worse than Nero's tyranny, Aslan's roar, Merlin's beard and my Alex Pettyfer's pulchritude, I gaped at the ferocity of the gaze... You entered the room silently [and stealthily like a sylph] and moments later you start conversing with *Alexandrea and Andrei and to me. that time, there was no special spot of light fixed. There was nothing special but knowing I'm having my first class in college. the moment's still unforgettable coz never in a mere nucleus of a bread crumb did i ever think you are sooner than a tenth of a second to be my friend. Remember how short the time knowing each other? When you first sat beside me at that very moment i said [to myself] that there's no fat chance to spend a rich expense of my saliva conversing with you nonsense and unutterable gobbledygook just to befriend you-that time i was still balancing if I'm going to be friendly or fiendish. i pulled out more memories and realized that it's a dumb sheer luck and destiny knowing you because you paved a way for my mouth to speak the unknowable, undesirable and pukable truth. thanx for helping me out. that truth-hiding is and was sucking the whole shit out of me. being in this stupid state of oblivion and quandary i summoned up remembrance of things past-past so dark, abysmal, mystic and cascadingly, inevitably ill. what impugnity and impertinence for me to do such things like snobbing you sometimes. even if i can't say how much I'm thankful having you as my friend I still have this sentimentality stuck in my heart... Maybe I'll try to work a heck of a little harder on our friendship to stay still... but i can't be that expressive... I'm introverted. But even if I'll work bloddy hard on keeping our friendship still, I still have a doubt that I'm not going to make it last-I'm no good at keeping things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lots of love and kisses and hugs (and slugs),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hammer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.S. Catch you soon. Enjoy your birthday. And break a leg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Arrivederci, Aloha, Ciao, Au revoir, Goodbye, sayonara, cheerio, paalam, Adios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Siezah's Keychain^^ (she's in the middle at the back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this photo was taken a day after my 17th birthday..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312159684847225298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 393px; height: 286px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiVFp14SdI/AAAAAAAAABA/JcEFqPh-U3A/s320/1_956998325l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Jethro's [obligatory] penshoppe flipflops [I guess they made him buy them..=)] (He's the one in white)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.Andrei's handmade letter^^ [me and Andrei]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312161456708714002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiWsyik_hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qn5ehBDJQP4/s320/1_430460052l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Alexandrea and Hammer's Tamaki printed photos [they really love me^^] (alexandrea and Hammer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312161763101278322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiW-n8QgHI/AAAAAAAAABg/vMkNVdFvpHk/s320/1_538585567l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. edluv's reply letter^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312161460128375922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiWs_R45HI/AAAAAAAAABI/tG5CHHM6lx0/s320/1_358179026l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna dig out some more... wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note: * Alexandrea, Hammer, and Andrei are not their real names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-6476411583393191729?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/6476411583393191729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=6476411583393191729' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/6476411583393191729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/6476411583393191729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-17th-birthday-gifts.html' title='My 17th birthday gifts'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbiW-SrN5TI/AAAAAAAAABY/LxhBG4ez0vw/s72-c/1_742531004l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-562122858239959429</id><published>2009-03-10T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:05:24.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbdivdlBoCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DPGVRY7zH4/s1600-h/1_843663355l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311822853040087074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbdivdlBoCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DPGVRY7zH4/s320/1_843663355l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This happened on March 9. names have been changed^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;he told me they did "it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I felt like barfing the moment I heard his squeaking yet sinister chuckle. his eyes were glittering and his lips remained red as apples on ice. I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Did you really do it? you know, with him..?" I twitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Oh yes. I feel so unclean now though, but i loved it." Hammer answered. " i wanna do it again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Oh, sick." commented Barbara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"We kissed. not just those normal kisses. He said I was eating him out." Hammer laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;He smiled at me and I turned away. I never thought it'd get to this. How could he have done it? and with our &lt;em&gt;kabarkada?? &lt;/em&gt;It was sick, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I asked the other party about it, Andrei said it wasn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I texted Hammer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;He said you were lying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;NEXT Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Alia, Hammer wants to give this to you." Che called. It was a sticker of the anime Code Geass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;La Lang... Nakita ko lang to sa ACE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now you know I'm a great liar! Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I love to fantasize 'bout things impossible to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's just that... I love him [really!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Every color, every hue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;is represented by me and you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wish what i fantasize is true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Truly loving, caring and fantasizing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hammer(-_-)zzZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;La lang... Nagdadrama lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to get my aphrodisia to next level...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Char char lang yung story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;was it so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Regardless of the damage done to my already-damaged-brain, I'm so relieved that nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-562122858239959429?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/562122858239959429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=562122858239959429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/562122858239959429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/562122858239959429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/deceived.html' title='Deceived'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SbdivdlBoCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DPGVRY7zH4/s72-c/1_843663355l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-968224398463571091</id><published>2009-03-05T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:14:17.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/Sa_B7C9KsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q9CLwu92Pec/s1600-h/1_614336245l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/Sa_B7C9KsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q9CLwu92Pec/s320/1_614336245l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309675705842970786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Mum mum mum mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Mum mum mum mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Fold em' let em' hit me, raise it baby, stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A little gambling is fun when you're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And baby when it's love, if its not rough it isn't fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I won't tell you that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Kiss or hug you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm not lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm just stunnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;With my love-glue-gunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Just like a chick in the casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Take your bank before I pay you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I promise this, promise this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(She's got me like nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;but i love the song^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-968224398463571091?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/968224398463571091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=968224398463571091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/968224398463571091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/968224398463571091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/Sa_B7C9KsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q9CLwu92Pec/s72-c/1_614336245l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-6114878723598752463</id><published>2009-03-04T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:14:11.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving answers</title><content type='html'>my friend ask me "yes or no?" 2 hours and 11 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at him and raised a brow. he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what the hell?" i retorted. "The last time you asked me that, i said 'yes', and you-you confessed that you're gay!" &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(narration, i'm not trying to offend the gays. i love gays^^).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just answer me."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poker face.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i answer that fast without even knowing the question? was it right? what if i said no?&lt;br /&gt;wtf..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-6114878723598752463?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/6114878723598752463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=6114878723598752463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/6114878723598752463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/6114878723598752463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/giving-answers.html' title='giving answers'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-4496794074691286014</id><published>2009-03-04T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:59:25.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>makeshift</title><content type='html'>i never made my mind up when i decided to take up a course in education. honestly, it was all because i had this attraction with my teacher. this could have been the supidest thing i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the process of studying, i found myself wondering if i'm really gonna be happy with this. do i really want to be a teacher? i can't even handle my siblings well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as it goes, I got my first 99 grade ever. General Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it keeps on ringing my consciousness, and i've decided to take AB Psychology next semester. along with this decision, i know i'll have to give up a lot of precious things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;College of Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EDUC 127 (and i really wanted to read music notes!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KAMAFIL (well, i never wanted to join anyway^^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends (well, i ain't leaving them, we're still in the same school^^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11 units of unaccredited subjects (wai! it was a waste of money!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uhm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seeing this... i don't really think i've lots to give up..^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-4496794074691286014?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/4496794074691286014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=4496794074691286014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/4496794074691286014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/4496794074691286014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/03/makeshift.html' title='makeshift'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-1098627801664245417</id><published>2009-01-30T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:29:18.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning him around</title><content type='html'>I've been labeled by my friends as the local brown version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;snow white&lt;/span&gt; since i'm the one with the shortest crowning glory. All of us are princesses with our very own princes (imaginary.. all of us are single actually.) and my prince is charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prince charming&lt;/span&gt;- the one who will save me from being buried in a glass coffin made my elves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, snow white died out of a bitten piece of a red, juicy apple from her stepmom disguised as an ugly old woman. My case is kind of different. I've been poisoned by my very own prince charming. The person who is supposed to smother me with love is the very reason why I'm rotting in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world could fantasize a man named CHARMING? This actually is the very reason why the call me snow white- my crushes are all GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my prince charming has eyes for his own prince. And what hurts more is that he's secretly telling me his love-love and platonic fantasies of his "theory"  when I'm actually dreaming of my days with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knows i like him. I've told him a couple of times and he laughed at the absurdity of my feelings. he said it was impossible. What a dope! he doesn't even understand to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don 't know how long i'll have to put up with his ridiculous attitude. i don't know when I'll surrender to change his perverted mind. i don't know when I'll get over something too normal in me. (waH! na OC ako!) but i like him. so even if he keeps on avoiding this topic, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;one day, I'll make him regret saying that my feelings are crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-1098627801664245417?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/1098627801664245417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=1098627801664245417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1098627801664245417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1098627801664245417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/01/turning-him-around.html' title='turning him around'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056994486827616289.post-1850643160042264332</id><published>2009-01-26T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:06:48.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hajime-Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hajime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- the Japanese translation for the words&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; 'start' and 'begin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That thought just hit me the second i started making this blog. This is my first "real" blog after i tried writing down my thoughts on a piece of paper and transferring it to fs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't usually make this things public. Most of them were intended to be read by myself and the rusty old sewing machine drawer I'm using as a study table. Sometimes, i let a couple of friends read it because they felt bored living life with an unending repetition of events similar to yesterday's accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boring, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it might be also because of my incessant stereotyped life that i am using someone else's account in this flat screened samsung computer set in the university library, scanning through the web for new &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;shoujo mangas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to read, and writing this blog of mine for everyone to know that they're not the only ones  with a humdrum feeling towards monotonous living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired. I want to watch anime from dawn till dusk. I want to lie on my bed till my back aches without doing anything. I want to stay in school and chat with my friends and get good grades with less effort. I want to eat french fries dipped in ice cream sundae (though people found it disgusting). I want to see Johnny Depp in person. I want to hear people say how i've touched their forewretched(?) lives. I want to make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This could be the beggining. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hajimeruyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear me... If I want all of this to happen, I should stay awake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056994486827616289-1850643160042264332?l=aliamagician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/feeds/1850643160042264332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056994486827616289&amp;postID=1850643160042264332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1850643160042264332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056994486827616289/posts/default/1850643160042264332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliamagician.blogspot.com/2009/01/hajime-begin.html' title='Hajime-Begin!'/><author><name>AliaMarya Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693544276044448069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9uyOo2RhRk/SX7BShiBn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yo_9639JaMU/S220/1_761293616l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
