<?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-5098892498370951912</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:00:01.861+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='malaysia'/><category term='kuala lumpur'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='places'/><category term='selena gomez'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='music video'/><category term='moschino belt'/><category term='hate'/><category term='audrey kitching'/><category term='first'/><category term='bffs'/><category term='school'/><category term='jessica stroup'/><category term='band'/><category term='photobook'/><category term='bazaar'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='lomo'/><category term='movie'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='fisheye'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='prom'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='food'/><category term='baking'/><category term='fo sho will remember'/><category term='family'/><category term='new year'/><category term='performance'/><category term='taylor lautner'/><category term='omg no pls no'/><category term='sartorial'/><category term='love'/><category term='changes'/><category term='i remember'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>FLUR∅FLUX</title><subtitle type='html'>fluroflux</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6594561667722722549</id><published>2012-01-28T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:00:01.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burberry's Monk Wedge / thefashioncitizen</title><content type='html'>We all know that the go-to site for videos is youtube. My favourite youtubers are Kingsley, MeghanRosette and thefashioncitizen. Remember when I blogged about &lt;a href="http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/shoes-burberry-prorsum.html"&gt;Burberry's Monk wedge&lt;/a&gt;? Yeah well, one of the sisters from thefashioncitizen just got it for Christmas by the other sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dkPMUYXp7jU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeee Steph and Melissa! I love how they incorporate affordable pieces together. These girls look so approachable and friendly :-) Anyway, I've been following thefashioncitizen for almost a year now. I can say that we share the same likings seeing how most of the stuff they feature are stuff I'd buy. They have two or three Lita's by JC which I was deeply infatuated with, they made me fall in &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; with Jessica Simpson's Pai which is no longer in production (I think), they have a neon messenger bag from Target which somewhat has the same concept with the Fluro Cambridge Satchel I wrote about a few posts ago and now these Burberry babies. What I incredibly love about these sisters is that they use items that teenage girls can actually afford unlike most fashion bloggers. Most of their goods are from Last Chance, the Salvation Army and Goodwill. Who are your favourite youtubers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6594561667722722549?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6594561667722722549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6594561667722722549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6594561667722722549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6594561667722722549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2012/01/burberrys-monk-wedge-thefashioncitizen.html' title='Burberry&apos;s Monk Wedge / thefashioncitizen'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dkPMUYXp7jU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5941018693946765469</id><published>2012-01-21T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T02:16:10.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg no pls no'/><title type='text'>Weekend Visuals</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttgx3tbboKk/TxmpolsxW0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/A3zMazeX_Qo/s1600/bw%2Bportrait1.png" width="320"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdLNQyWprk8/Txmppcozv3I/AAAAAAAAAyM/u75E2hjBMH4/s1600/bw%2Bportrait2.png" width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was away from civilization, I was left with my thoughts. Being far away from home had its upsides and downsides. At night time, the sky was a symbolic black canvas decorated with splatters of stars that sometimes confused me with planes. If it rained, the next morning would be accompanied by a surprising amount of fog that shields the forest and hills. The downside would be the sometimes irrelevant, mostly unnecessarily tight rules and the fact that I'm far away from everything and everyone. Seven weeks to go. Til then, I'll queue some posts to keep this blog going. Hopefully I'll be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5941018693946765469?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5941018693946765469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5941018693946765469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5941018693946765469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5941018693946765469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-visuals.html' title='Weekend Visuals'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttgx3tbboKk/TxmpolsxW0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/A3zMazeX_Qo/s72-c/bw%2Bportrait1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2902235315662920865</id><published>2012-01-12T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:07:00.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bag favourites of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lamodadubai.com/wp-content/gallery/furla-transparent-candy-bag/furla-candy-bag-transparent-rubber-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;B&gt;Furla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Candy Bag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most affordable out of the bunch. Bold pink that screams out FUN! Unfortunately for me, Furla stopped carrying the colors I liked once I actually got permission to buy this baby. I even bid for it on eBay. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ssense.com/photos/women/02/1/1/21288F062001_1_1.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;B&gt;Proenza Schouler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; PS1 satchel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this was definitely the "it bag" of 2011. If there was a bag that could define the year, this would be it. To be frank, I've never heard of Proenza before this eyecandy came along, but then again, I didn't really have a deep interest in these things back then. If I could ever afford this satchel, I wouldn't be able to be at peace with myself for a really long time. I wouldn't know whether I wanted leather or suede, which color, or which size. I swear. There's a mint green (the one above) then there's a maroon one (new fave color) and I mean, leather or suede?!?! Leather goes with everything but suede just puts everything over the top. Aside from PS1, I also really adore the PS11. How can I resist edgy trims complimented with studs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img src="http://purseholic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/fendipeekaboo.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;B&gt;Fendi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Peekaboo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Fendi's classic bags. They have a Peekaboo every season with slight interior/leather/colour difference. I don't usually like structured pieces but I thought this was very executive chic. I mean if I had this little cutie up with me, I'd probably be all gangstah woman in power. Or something.... But anyway, I think this bag deserves a gold star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvr9YjJQHcs/TljJF4oNuaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2h3IwG7Ww9Y/s1600/carolinaengman-fluo001s.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;B&gt;Cambridge Satchel Company&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Fluro Satchel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only thing I remembered liking aside from designer items. This falls under high street, I think. Alright I lied then, this is the most affordable. Again I state, I'm not really a fan of the super strong structure but the neon yellow has got me under its magic. Blame thefashionsquad for making me like this so much! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres actually more bags that I loved in 2011 but I can't seem to find the time. Maybe later (never), have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2902235315662920865?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2902235315662920865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2902235315662920865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2902235315662920865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2902235315662920865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-bag-favourites-of-2011.html' title='My bag favourites of 2011'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvr9YjJQHcs/TljJF4oNuaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2h3IwG7Ww9Y/s72-c/carolinaengman-fluo001s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2285358400171105145</id><published>2012-01-04T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:00:07.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Flavours of Arm Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mq-obnehiM/TvyneYA2gnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/83tyXwFRAoM/s1600/2011colorfulbags.png" wudth="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[1st row, left-right]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Crocheted shoulder bag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mark Jacobs&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quiled Stam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[2nd row, left-right]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark Jacobs&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neon croc-effect leather shoulder bag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Matthew Williamson&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Pom Pom embellished suede clutch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[3rd row, left-right]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Christopher Kane&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Laser cut neon leather clutch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Alexander McQueen&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Skull woven leather box clutch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2285358400171105145?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2285358400171105145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2285358400171105145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2285358400171105145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2285358400171105145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-flavours-of-arm-candy.html' title='2011 Flavours of Arm Candy'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mq-obnehiM/TvyneYA2gnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/83tyXwFRAoM/s72-c/2011colorfulbags.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-164887713265798265</id><published>2012-01-02T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:41:33.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 0 1 2</title><content type='html'>Happy new year, everyone! I had a pretty alright time. Everything was.. memorable, I guess. If you guys have some free time on your hands, check out Kingsley's video on youtube, titled "overexposed No 12" which is supposedly about 2012 and how people keep saying it's gonna end. It's some really funny shit, man. Cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some photos on how I celebrated new years in Putrajaya/Shah Alam. It's the third time I spent it with Haqim, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386406_10150460973711309_573616308_8806782_2004707531_n.jpg" WIDTH="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384955_10150460972681309_573616308_8806775_1683911698_n.jpg" WIDTH="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/377087_10150460980926309_573616308_8806860_1295701512_n.jpg" WIDTH="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/394995_10150460974111309_573616308_8806787_15374082_n.jpg" WIDTH="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/393416_10150460976936309_573616308_8806816_467451064_n.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/399903_10150460987911309_573616308_8806950_589910006_n.jpg" WIDTH="600"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-164887713265798265?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/164887713265798265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=164887713265798265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/164887713265798265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/164887713265798265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-0-1-2.html' title='2 0 1 2'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-585338515464622044</id><published>2011-12-30T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:24:29.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sartorial'/><title type='text'>2011 Dream Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.celine.com/is/image/Celine/spring_2012_leathergoods_34?$medium_lg$" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Celine&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Luggage Phantom in natural calfskin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot express how deeply in love I am with this bag. I don't know what it is about it - the ability to expand to greater widths, the luxe leather or the ambiguous smiley face. I just find it.. so.. DREAMY~*~*~* Every season, Celine's Luggage Phantoms come in different hues and textures; they never fail to make girls all over the world drown in their own drool (yuck). Since being indecisive is my most colassal trait, I can't seem to choose which version of it I like most. Suede in black or royal blue, black snakeskin, grey leather with orange lining make up a marvelous variation. Thankfully the one in the picture above is from Celine's Spring 2012 collection which in my knowledge will be in stores from January til March, I think. I've been obsessed with this bag for over ten months. Believe me or not, I am not exaggerating. Hence, I end my post with announcing this baby as my 2011 dream bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-585338515464622044?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/585338515464622044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=585338515464622044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/585338515464622044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/585338515464622044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-dream-bag.html' title='2011 Dream Bag'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4851472562722208006</id><published>2011-12-27T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:25:56.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>Frozen In Time</title><content type='html'>Recurring theme of prom, my apologies. This was the forth prom I attended. The only thing that separates this attendance from the other proms was that I came as a photographer. I got quite a lot of shots. To be honest, I was pretty scared when I was invited to this event but then, who could say no to a free entrance, right? Hahahaha. I brought my cousin along. She's a year my junior and she really wanted to see what it was like at such event. I wore the same dress I wore to my prom, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;i&gt;Frozen In Time&lt;/i&gt; was organised by the committee of SMK Section 9, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwkCHnnaz7s/TvihICdpa1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/tRW0o9VPTQM/s1600/frozenintime.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2b0KskK04Zk/TvihJ8kEqEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kKvyZFiHmYw/s1600/frozenintime2.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vDK8hSpCQWw/Tvil95IW0yI/AAAAAAAAAws/9mxRlBaLVts/s1600/IMG_8998.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LHVKj6kbMUU/TvioYmBjs9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/f87gAYr_tdg/s1600/frozenintime4.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5w1FeGCqtw/TvioZQaS0jI/AAAAAAAAAxE/mGKgDzrjxIk/s1600/frozenintime5.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1evI43thCz8/TvirwpPPnsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_GhoNs8XGPo/s1600/frozenintime7.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cu2YbprT4oY/TvirxcBF8OI/AAAAAAAAAxc/arlYnknnXp0/s1600/frozenintime6.png" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night, my left arm felt like it was about to drop off my body. Are you guys aware of how bloody heavy a Canon 60D is?!?! Well maybe it was the camera + lens + external flash combo. It was SO heavy! At least for a weakling like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4851472562722208006?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4851472562722208006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4851472562722208006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4851472562722208006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4851472562722208006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/frozen-in-time.html' title='Frozen In Time'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwkCHnnaz7s/TvihICdpa1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/tRW0o9VPTQM/s72-c/frozenintime.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-934853347277014858</id><published>2011-12-20T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:20:31.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sartorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>Moroccan In A New Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QemK1mONgQ/Tu9qGx6YN6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/e7N2ly7t9I8/s1600/331469_110705245714587_103391296445982_49367_1430886101_o.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1r2dmK5HWU/Tu9qHID8PaI/AAAAAAAAAu0/LsUKet-LIQ4/s1600/336808_110687049049740_103391296445982_49197_1459476345_o.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0uL2IQtDnM/Tu9qIgU1J8I/AAAAAAAAAvY/-XUNrHl7FwM/s1600/323481_110707129047732_103391296445982_49395_1658200676_o.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRycOlA6OCI/Tu9w8hK8ryI/AAAAAAAAAvw/FDxiQ1miwDc/s1600/prooom.png" width="550"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was an absolutely divine night. For the most part, at least. Getting nominated for Best Dressed was just icing on the cake for me. Many thanks to my tailor! The colour of the dress was inspired by Elie Saab's Spring/Summer 2011 collection. All in all, it was a great night. Super disappointed in an ass who spoiled my end of the night. It was a fabulous way to end high school. I even got the chance to meet some of my primary school buds! The image of the attendees all dressed to the nines will be carving a smile on my face every time someone mentions prom. So picturesque that it couldn't be shot on film!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-934853347277014858?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/934853347277014858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=934853347277014858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/934853347277014858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/934853347277014858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/moroccan-in-new-light.html' title='Moroccan In A New Light'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QemK1mONgQ/Tu9qGx6YN6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/e7N2ly7t9I8/s72-c/331469_110705245714587_103391296445982_49367_1430886101_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4694522936468589215</id><published>2011-12-17T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:20:37.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>Royale Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjwY11Gy2i0/Tut0ZrbcHUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7ApwlQTZcIo/s1600/prom%2Bsri%2Bcahaya%2B-%2Broyale%2Brendezvous.png" width="680"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFKR3LwqB8U/TuuCPngv1cI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DCyFh-9Nb00/s1600/pp.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTvFjXS56Rw/TuuCQoMprhI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AYe7Dt5JYsg/s1600/ppp.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had the courtesy of attending Seri Cahaya's &lt;i&gt;Royale Rendezvous&lt;/i&gt; prom. The first prom I attended was Sri Cempaka's prom last year in support of my best friend who moved from Sri Aman. Now that I think of it, I was with both Lanee and Sarah for both proms. All in all, I had a blast last night! The main reason we went was because our good friend, Deera, was partly in charge of it and seeing how we're fab friends (ultra lol), we had to show our support. I don't regret spending the amount I spent on the ticket though. The food was delicious! Lab The Rat played live which was A+. When the band came on stage, I felt like I recognized the lead signer. As I predicted, he was the lead singer of one of my favourite local bands, Love Me Butch. A well deserved round of applause for their 45 minute set. I literally felt like crying my eyes out when they played a cover of The Cure's/311's Love Song because UGH THAT'S ONLY MY FAVOURITE LOVE SONG EVER and when Deera asked for suggestions on songs to play for the slow dance earlier that day, I suggested that song! The irony. Oh, I was upset because I was dateless and there were many couples slow dancing, haha. Lanee and I later approached the band and I told the lead singer, Shahrul, how I used to listen to Hollywood Holiday on repeat when I was 12 and how I thought that was the best local song ever recorded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was accompanied by Lanee, Rhyz, Deera, Hadzwan, Sarah and Ibrahim. Sarah, Ibrahim and I were dateless so I guess it was a three-way for us and not the dirty kind hahahaha! &lt;i&gt;Some&lt;/i&gt; of us got to embrace our awkwardness~ I was so happy when Deera won best dressed although I wasn't that surprised to be frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior prom is gonna be held at Sunway Hotel tomorrow. I hope all goes well and I hope my voice will ~*~magically~*~ come back. You know what I sound like now?&lt;br /&gt;i) A young boy who reached puberty&lt;br /&gt;ii) Rose in Titanic when she was freezing and was calling out for Jack from the top of the plank or whatever "&lt;i&gt;Jack! Come back, Jack!&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so whatever all I hope for now is that I get my voice back by tomorrow morning and that my date will look dashing. Here's a preview (haha) of my dress for tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PR3DmQQ6vfE/TuuMdoffDbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RY6cHwea4MU/s1600/prrrom.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4694522936468589215?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4694522936468589215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4694522936468589215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4694522936468589215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4694522936468589215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/royale-rendezvous.html' title='Royale Rendezvous'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjwY11Gy2i0/Tut0ZrbcHUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7ApwlQTZcIo/s72-c/prom%2Bsri%2Bcahaya%2B-%2Broyale%2Brendezvous.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2250629634447537168</id><published>2011-12-15T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:22:23.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2011 Girl Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xemIAriWeE/TuXWI40JeFI/AAAAAAAAHBU/K7y5GDXJfe8/s1600/g6.jpg" width="650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8x0WqMCI_vA/TuXWFkS7eyI/AAAAAAAAHA4/iNrm0wTJoT4/s1600/g2.jpg" width="650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AKJzTSw_0Kc/TuXWIJ1qh8I/AAAAAAAAHBM/nPBIw0dtuPc/s1600/g5.jpg" width="650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQhnfucj74U/TuXWE5Nj-KI/AAAAAAAAHAw/mv4ny1eI_ro/s1600/g1.jpg" width="650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFFL4ms88c/TuXWGpU26CI/AAAAAAAAHA8/BPBZktU58fk/s1600/g3.jpg" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original post by &lt;a href="http://the-electric.blogspot.com/2011/12/gillianivy.html"&gt;The Electric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow four television series religiously - New Girl, 2 Broke Girls, 90210 and Glee. Aside from Blaine (Glee) and Caroline (2 Broke Girls), I lalalalove Ivy from 90210. Naturally lovely on screen and off screen surfer chic. Her wavy mane and long torso is spellbinding! She exudes originality, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2250629634447537168?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2250629634447537168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2250629634447537168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2250629634447537168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2250629634447537168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-2011-girl-crush.html' title='My 2011 Girl Crush'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xemIAriWeE/TuXWI40JeFI/AAAAAAAAHBU/K7y5GDXJfe8/s72-c/g6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-593933745030082381</id><published>2011-12-14T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:46:51.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYbHuwnZDUU/TucUC7fap_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/jKvC9zJGWH0/s1600/IMG_7294.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpGGAg0uHAA/TucGL58TO7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/3QyjGZ-YONs/s1600/IMG_7129.png"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-WyfBWQCNg/TucGNGGI5II/AAAAAAAAArE/OU0asBl5I4o/s1600/IMG_7311.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlXGjeN6blU/TucGO5gJRmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oxLpL3wW_2s/s1600/IMG_7437.png"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_vpih0ed8Q/TucGRTgeh1I/AAAAAAAAAro/XckW36mfn3g/s1600/IMG_7454.png"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2RjGHVzRHh8/TudmuklnKbI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CltXHY0fhCc/s1600/IMG_7750.png"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUrMMBmdE-0/TudmvbvO5eI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gDKJi5Ec5sg/s1600/IMG_7703.png"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1IUgCLrY7g/Tud6PQKNdpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/QbZFiIjsAH4/s1600/IMG_7735.png"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFMo4VeMoHY/TudrLe0OT-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/4HWBQvBQKnQ/s1600/IMG_7633.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsnNJ1Z-KLg/TudrJf_YhbI/AAAAAAAAAsw/EuNz_oNLch8/s1600/IMG_7572.JPG"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kYQEb9U2Y/Tud6QO9s3sI/AAAAAAAAAts/gC50B3f8FDo/s1600/IMG_7789.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a total of 3 nights and 3 days. It was just my mum and I who flew out there so we stayed at a friend of my mum's apartment. I bought a lot of things, to be frank - shoes, bags, cuffs, etc. I'm positive I'm gonna be down with a fever soon. Such bad timing! I have a flu and terrible sore throat :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-593933745030082381?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/593933745030082381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=593933745030082381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/593933745030082381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/593933745030082381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/jakarta-part-1-possibly-only-post.html' title='Jakarta'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYbHuwnZDUU/TucUC7fap_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/jKvC9zJGWH0/s72-c/IMG_7294.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6745406795992192306</id><published>2011-12-13T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:41:44.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43B1aw9jCxU/TuY6hqTS8rI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yjcdFa9w4ko/s1600/IMG_7670.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I just got back from Jakarta last night and I had a wonderful evening today. Hardly had time to sit at home and relax. I'll be busy the next couple of days too I think since my school's prom is this weekend. My dress has yet to be picked up! Maybe I'll post about Jakarta if I have some time on my hands. Till then, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMyo2wFWS6M/TuY7Pq8MJII/AAAAAAAAAqs/TT9PeIycPXA/s1600/flyer%2Bnew.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me at &lt;b&gt;lisaameera@hotmail.com&lt;/b&gt; if you're interested :~)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6745406795992192306?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6745406795992192306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6745406795992192306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6745406795992192306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6745406795992192306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43B1aw9jCxU/TuY6hqTS8rI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yjcdFa9w4ko/s72-c/IMG_7670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6579538926093467273</id><published>2011-12-03T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:06:30.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sartorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>Shoes - Burberry Prorsum</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://burberryltd.scene7.com/is/image/Burberryltd/7f04554b7f39194871424ea521c9e0928fbe1171?$prod_zoom$" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5538668271_b431621e4e.jpg" height="215"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrxlpi58SN1qgxw7jo3_500.jpg" height="215"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo via UK Burberry online, Tumblr, vainandvapid&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wedge Monk Shoes&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Burberry Prorsum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These babies retail at about £550 which is equivalent to around MYR3995. Creeper-inspired goodness in luxe leather with 6 inches of elevation as well as woven details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These shoes were out like seven months ago haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6579538926093467273?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6579538926093467273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6579538926093467273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6579538926093467273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6579538926093467273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/12/shoes-burberry-prorsum.html' title='Shoes - Burberry Prorsum'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5538668271_b431621e4e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5629739603526085104</id><published>2011-11-25T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:52:06.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sartorial'/><title type='text'>White, Prints, Minimal Glitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLEb22tOkBM/Ts8jPW-bQbI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oQ8Flww7z9E/s1600/IMG_4759.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2716467.js?include=all&amp;size=medium&amp;style=button&amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2716467"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was more than a month ago, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RI39eVf9S_k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rumour Has It / Someone Like You&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Glee cast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5629739603526085104?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5629739603526085104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5629739603526085104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5629739603526085104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5629739603526085104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/white-prints-minimal-glitter.html' title='White, Prints, Minimal Glitter'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLEb22tOkBM/Ts8jPW-bQbI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oQ8Flww7z9E/s72-c/IMG_4759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2132982436635578173</id><published>2011-11-24T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:00:55.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>What is normalcy anymore? The term "clear head" is nonsense considering the fact that my brain's decorated with filthy webs that interlace of worrisome and infuriated thoughts. Knowing that I'm sleep deprived doesn't make me feel better either since there isn't a point in knowing what's wrong when you can't fix it. The pillow's a landing pad for not only your head but also the disgusting feeling of not being able to find an anecdote for your misery that usually brings the company of embarrassing actions done your by tear ducts. Then there are thoughts that remind you of how you're at the bottom half of pretty much everything you do. Reminders of everyone's hopes and dreams and how they've accomplished some of their goals in a short matter of time. The envy used to flow in through your body like boiling blood as the fuel of motivation that drives you to do better. Instead, it's just making you realise how big of a failure you are as a breathing creature. Later, you walk up to the bathroom mirror. You once thought your skin couldn't get any worse but then major exams start rolling in and so does the major irregular skin tones. Not only that, the people who are suppose to understand flake out on you as well. Once this whole ordeal blows over, you're left with memories of how they treated you like scabs even if everyone kisses and makes up. Every night it's the same problem but they keep asking "what did I do this time?" "what do you want me to do now?" and you spend a really long time trying to express your feelings but who even knows if they're being heard or not. They ask you what's wrong when you dedicate a minimal but valuable time to them JUST to explain. Sometimes I wonder why they were granted the ability to think, what made them so special that they deserved a medium for their thinking caps in the first place. But then again, I wonder what made me deserve this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel suffocated in my own head, like I'm drowning in my own thoughts. These aren't even productive thoughts, these are depressing and they get even more depressing when you don't find the solutions to them. I feel like I don't have much time even once exam ends. I need someone compatible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2132982436635578173?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2132982436635578173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2132982436635578173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2132982436635578173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2132982436635578173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8342750283835884415</id><published>2011-11-23T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:04:06.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>To The Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFnJWNFsMT4/TsyL9UpgG6I/AAAAAAAAApI/k6b8YIKS1hY/s1600/birds2.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax0_pOe63Kg/TsyL9vDRS1I/AAAAAAAAApU/JMpZ3T6vIkg/s1600/birds3.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IdK0lH-TeiE/TsyL98iK7AI/AAAAAAAAApg/GFBdw3QY-uM/s1600/birds4.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtwQYn-_zYI/TsyL-pLIHsI/AAAAAAAAAps/98YSSObxkp0/s1600/birds5.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8342750283835884415?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8342750283835884415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8342750283835884415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8342750283835884415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8342750283835884415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-window.html' title='To The Window'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFnJWNFsMT4/TsyL9UpgG6I/AAAAAAAAApI/k6b8YIKS1hY/s72-c/birds2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-1036006004777804237</id><published>2011-11-19T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:38:13.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF on Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MKmlxIfD4I/Tse-1QdbdAI/AAAAAAAAAow/71clsHP9Jxs/s1600/brw.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xR8z791C7-s/Tse-2NMApCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/QB5oRhL2Byw/s1600/brw2.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, silent readers and fellow bloggers. The past week has been super hectic. HECTIC DOESN'T EVEN COVER IT! I'll blog about it soon unless I forget which I probably will. Five papers down, four more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the evening will el madre. TGI Fridays, Sunway. I've been on lockdown since forever. Haven't gone out with my friends in so long! Anyway, steak, brownie, tortilla and lemonade did my tummy good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-1036006004777804237?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/1036006004777804237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=1036006004777804237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1036006004777804237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1036006004777804237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/tgif-on-saturday.html' title='TGIF on Saturday'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MKmlxIfD4I/Tse-1QdbdAI/AAAAAAAAAow/71clsHP9Jxs/s72-c/brw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3503712899379761680</id><published>2011-11-13T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:31:58.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The Day We Thought Would Never Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr-mYeKhsJ0/Tr-1kt6M3wI/AAAAAAAAAoM/nSjYYPNvh5k/s1600/popoppo.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxpCggEcezU/Tr-1lRfLo1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/N7r5JVtZLao/s1600/popop.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SawQcsdyLOc/Tr-1mNFoemI/AAAAAAAAAok/EGMdYDTH9wk/s1600/popo.png"  width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the first day of SPM. I'm not gonna say that I've been working my ass off for two years because let's face it, that's a lie. I was studying other subjects last year and I've only been taught half the things I'm getting examined for. This only applies for certain subjects tho, not all. Whatever it is, you won't find me making excuses for my less-than-ready preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night before exam. I felt like it was just a week ago that the countdown shifted to two digits from three digits. That's what you get for wasting time, I guess. I'm not saying I didn't study at all because hey, that's all I've been doing the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to God that my efforts won't go to waste! Please, please, please just let me get 7As!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't complain if I get more :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to other SPM candidates x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3503712899379761680?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3503712899379761680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3503712899379761680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3503712899379761680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3503712899379761680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-we-thought-would-never-come.html' title='The Day We Thought Would Never Come'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr-mYeKhsJ0/Tr-1kt6M3wI/AAAAAAAAAoM/nSjYYPNvh5k/s72-c/popoppo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2700154969350845521</id><published>2011-11-09T03:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:35:15.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you?</title><content type='html'>You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. You're not working hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;You're not working hard enough. 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You're not working hard enough. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2700154969350845521?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2700154969350845521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2700154969350845521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2700154969350845521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2700154969350845521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-are-you.html' title='What are you?'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5223279078054145584</id><published>2011-11-08T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:25:21.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sartorial'/><title type='text'>A. Wang Resort 2012</title><content type='html'>Alexander Wang is known for his regular palette of grays and blacks in which he resorts to produce blissful monochromatic eye-candy. Although this style has gotten his cute derriere to fashion distinction, the Taiwanese-American designer took a turn for the unexpected. Looks like pale yellows and a tint of pink bow down to the sovereignty of royal blue this time around. Job well done, Mr Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywzmBi3v6EU/TrgQ1AqeO_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/49M7eMxbsPA/s1600/a%2Bwang%2Bresort%2B12.png" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selfmade collage, photos via Fashionologie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six days til SPM, no I have not forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5223279078054145584?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5223279078054145584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5223279078054145584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5223279078054145584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5223279078054145584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/wang-resort-2012.html' title='A. Wang Resort 2012'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywzmBi3v6EU/TrgQ1AqeO_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/49M7eMxbsPA/s72-c/a%2Bwang%2Bresort%2B12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3888363957999924728</id><published>2011-11-04T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:47:54.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 x 3.333333333 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0z1PdUouEos/TrOYNrHBOsI/AAAAAAAAAlo/lFmR9b2N9e0/s1600/peppppp.png" width="700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy" 10 days before SPM. I have no more words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3888363957999924728?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3888363957999924728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3888363957999924728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3888363957999924728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3888363957999924728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-x-3333333333-days.html' title='3 x 3.333333333 days'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0z1PdUouEos/TrOYNrHBOsI/AAAAAAAAAlo/lFmR9b2N9e0/s72-c/peppppp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3514685859937033817</id><published>2011-10-30T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:40:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Recurring theme of shoes. Here I am telling you to check out &lt;a href="http://17divisions.blogspot.com"&gt;17Divisions&lt;/a&gt; as a follow up to my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://17divisions.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYgFBG8imIs/Tqlze37DGLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/S6QMD5qD0xs/s1600/shoes.png" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click photo to access site!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3514685859937033817?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3514685859937033817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3514685859937033817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3514685859937033817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3514685859937033817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYgFBG8imIs/Tqlze37DGLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/S6QMD5qD0xs/s72-c/shoes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-486986307091791254</id><published>2011-10-26T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T17:05:36.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes &gt; People</title><content type='html'>I like shoes. I love shoes. To be frank, I have an obsession with shoes (and a minor obsession with bags). Have you ever watched or read Confessions of A Shopaholic? I swear, everytime I watch that movie, I see myself in her (expensive) shoes. Hopefully I won't get so addicted to using credit cards and have a habit of binge shopping. I understand why she loves to shop so much, really. New clothes and shoes and bags bring hope back into life. People break your heart and make you feel worthless all the time but shoes? They make you feel pretty and tall amongst other magical feelings. I don't know about you, but how often does a sincere compliment come by? Humans are so complex. Compliments are sometimes sincere and sometimes just conversation fillers. For example, if you were to hop onto a wagon of pretty girls, a third party would HAVE to compliment you if he/she compliments everyone else unless that person's a douche. Maybe he/she really thought that the other girls were pretty but he/she just wanted to be polite to you. Or maybe, the person who complimented you suspected an awkward silence coming by and the only thing he/she could think of was to express his/her fondness of your face or whatever to stall the moment or before he/she could think of something else to talk about. Gee, I don't know but it makes sense, doesn't it? And so, I end this post by concluding that shoes &gt; people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-486986307091791254?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/486986307091791254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=486986307091791254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/486986307091791254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/486986307091791254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/10/shoes-people.html' title='Shoes &gt; People'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5458381238232915401</id><published>2011-10-24T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:30:52.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Eye, back and foot candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.shopakira.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/NF_PEARL_2__97522_zoom.jpg" width="280"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shopakira.com/product_images/g/596/NF_PEARL_1__69473_zoom.jpg" width="280"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Foundry by &lt;b&gt;Grey Ant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.shopakira.com/products/grey-ant-new-foundry-sunglasses-in-pearl.html"&gt;ShopAkira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.asos.com/inv/media/1/2/4/2/1762421/black/image1xxl.jpg" width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitted silk top by &lt;b&gt;Amy Winehouse by Fred Perry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;via&lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Fred-Perry/Amy-Winehouse-By-Fred-Perry-Knitted-Silk-Top/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1762421&amp;SearchQuery=fred%20perry&amp;Rf-700=1000&amp;sh=0&amp;pge=0&amp;pgesize=200&amp;sort=-1&amp;clr=Black"&gt; ASOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dmusastore.com/images/product/medium/11821332.png" width="300"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dmusastore.com/images/product/medium/13762650.T.png" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint 1460 by &lt;b&gt;Dr Martens&lt;/b&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.dmusastore.com/p-3507-1460-w.aspx"&gt;DM USA Store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink MIE 1461 by &lt;b&gt;Dr Martens&lt;/b&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.dmusastore.com/p-3627-mie-1461.aspx"&gt;DM USA Store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5458381238232915401?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5458381238232915401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5458381238232915401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5458381238232915401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5458381238232915401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-back-and-foot-candy.html' title='Eye, back and foot candy'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7632303901417795175</id><published>2011-10-14T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:32:20.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff to let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ1mFZx2Cvk/Tpb9wdMJQDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hBcBUessJ6U/s1600/blazer.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q4nAs9CtEM/Tpb7QDQK-jI/AAAAAAAAAik/wTpZy1jo9ic/s1600/white%2Bdress.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCrfznrr4Mk/TpXA73ZLZUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6gwYvdGcyq4/s1600/burger+ring.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tYy6f5WKUY/TpZiMMPIVyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/449oWmrJxzE/s1600/vans.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrvutB62REQ/TpZsNdHeTRI/AAAAAAAAAhI/1QpCf_JcqNE/s1600/dreamcahtcer.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1TzBxqvi0sI/TpXA55jJPfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0O5IoNYw8zc/s1600/white+top.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on &lt;a href="http://17divisions.blogspot.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; or email me at lisaameera@hotmail.com :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7632303901417795175?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7632303901417795175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7632303901417795175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7632303901417795175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7632303901417795175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-sale.html' title='Stuff to let go'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ1mFZx2Cvk/Tpb9wdMJQDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hBcBUessJ6U/s72-c/blazer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-1477877150744080291</id><published>2011-10-14T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:15:34.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5tIQkVrono/TpaEqFKMN1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4PUiUZpkMuM/s1600/IMG_4874.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG6dbIUB0BU/TpaJoTsYZrI/AAAAAAAAAh0/epaKL5ujxjE/s1600/IMG01492-20111008-1632.jpg" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VX-I3K9wkq8/TpaHoOA6LPI/AAAAAAAAAho/LxYakKc_HY0/s1600/desktop.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days aren't so divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting your desktop wallpaper to the face of disappointment is a newfound form of torture... for me, anyway. I have exactly a month. 31 days until I sit my derriere down in the school hall waiting for the first paper to be distributed. The first paper is also the paper I dread the most. Frankly, I'm most afraid of Malay language and Islamic studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stared vacantly at the screen for a good few minutes when I got a hold of my results. It was a whole new level of disappointment when I actually speak of it. The type that makes you want to shower your anatomy in gasoline and later wipe it with flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wetsuit by &lt;b&gt;The Vaccines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="35" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5tr5ptnUoDE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-1477877150744080291?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/1477877150744080291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=1477877150744080291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1477877150744080291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1477877150744080291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/10/trippin.html' title='Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5tIQkVrono/TpaEqFKMN1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4PUiUZpkMuM/s72-c/IMG_4874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8089901313241271371</id><published>2011-10-10T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:17:02.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><title type='text'>self esteem and shit like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7-RbPVUzDlU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BAmS_B4iNYg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8089901313241271371?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8089901313241271371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8089901313241271371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8089901313241271371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8089901313241271371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/10/self-esteem-and-shit-like-that.html' title='self esteem and shit like that'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7-RbPVUzDlU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2160804993601500264</id><published>2011-10-07T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:53:08.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Exam bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPNMThzUWXQ/TpfYv6i_iNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QxCYHWd7RvU/s1600/picturesofyouuuuu.png" width="550"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, how is everyone doing? I think I'm going mad. Well, sort of. Trials have passed, spm is in like 38 days? A month and a week. The last time I saw the sun (literally) was four days ago at school. Bloody exam has got me quarantined! This suffocating but necessary lockdown has been serving quite well, I'd say? I've got some studying done although I should spend less time on my laptop. A few episodes of Glee or 90210 as a reward for being a good girl. Funny innit, being in a tropical country but all you yearn for is some UV light being shun on your skin? Well yes, that's because I'm indoors. I would say that one of the side effects of this quarantine is that it makes me answer my own questions but then again, I think I've been doing that since '94. I guess this is it then. And RIP, Steve Jobs. The genius that revolutionized the world of technology will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2160804993601500264?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2160804993601500264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2160804993601500264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2160804993601500264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2160804993601500264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/10/exam-bugs.html' title='Exam bugs'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPNMThzUWXQ/TpfYv6i_iNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QxCYHWd7RvU/s72-c/picturesofyouuuuu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4479747735977550717</id><published>2011-09-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:31:05.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sartorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dumbledore's Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/2gether.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/2-3.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/1-4.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2468379.js?include=all&amp;size=small&amp;style=button&amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2468379"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day out with my darling sister. Out and about on a saturday evening, for divine cupcakes and milk from the best place in town, +Wondermilk! Their splendid Lemon Crush Watercooler drove me into a carbonated trance. Any fizzy drink with lemon and I'm sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIY shirt in style of Deathly Hallows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4479747735977550717?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4479747735977550717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4479747735977550717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4479747735977550717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4479747735977550717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/09/dumbledores-army.html' title='Dumbledore&apos;s Army'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4836332377486169147</id><published>2011-09-12T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T02:35:02.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moschino belt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuala lumpur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sartorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Destination : Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>This was taken on the 1st of September 2011. This boy wanted to take a look at the piranhas swimming around in Kuala Lumpur, and where else in the city could we find this marine monsters than Aquaria? Honestly, who goes to Aquaria on the third day of Eid anyway? Apparently us kids who don't have a lot of relatives living closeby. Sad case, really. We shot a lot of clips while we were there but I can't find the time to edit them. Not that I actually know how to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMLfQ6hEdos/Tm3Evm3Ip2I/AAAAAAAAAck/427ElTtVJjg/s1600/34.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jw9YY2Dhkxw/Tm3ExD4--RI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4__CtVWNkLQ/s1600/IMG_2158.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T9xdi2mjD0/Tm3IVFnLqmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CSbW0hH2REM/s1600/IMG_2157.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VjDyunUO-iE/Tm3IXkspFHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/s-GfxF1jOLg/s1600/IMG_2311.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKM3Wj7yBJo/Tm3IYa15mnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fRsPlFntVQM/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEiC6QdG-q0/Tm3EwAPL8tI/AAAAAAAAAcs/aDBhM5Au2-0/s1600/7.png" width="650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N0baRdNvv0/Tm3N8gGCiEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/2UmwMyjErZg/s1600/a3a3.png" width="700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for going bipolar on my last post. I'll try to stick to a few lines and let the visuals do the talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4836332377486169147?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4836332377486169147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4836332377486169147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4836332377486169147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4836332377486169147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/09/destination-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Destination : Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMLfQ6hEdos/Tm3Evm3Ip2I/AAAAAAAAAck/427ElTtVJjg/s72-c/34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8859099785987146418</id><published>2011-09-07T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:23:41.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr3z9kDp7H1qa1tifo1_500.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; Hey everyone, what's cracking? I really want to update this static blog. I really want to update more often but with trials knocking me down, I'm confident I won't be able to do just that. I really really want to post on my raya (eid mubarak) celebration (if I may call it that). Since I need some time to edit my photos and since I don't have time to do so, that will be postphoned. I recorded a couple o' random snippets of here and there, which then led me to obsess over Adobe Premiere Pro CS5; mind you, I have no idea how to work that piece of complex software. So here I am, waiting for my Adobe After Effects CS5 to finish downloading. I really hope it'll be worth my 58 minutes of waiting. I actually tried using After Effects once but it was too complicated for me. I mean if THAT was complicating, can you even imagine what I felt when I faced Premiere Pro on my desktop? THE HORROR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, guess what just finished downloading? No, not After Effects. The original 1975 film, Rocky Horror Picture Show. I came across it a couple of times before like when I was watching Glee (YOU WATCH GLEE???) and reading Perks of Being a Wallflower (YOU READ THAT TOO??) (which by the way is an awe*wait-for-it*some book). Then I youtubed a song that was sung in the movie, duh it IS a musical, and I just got hooked. The song's called Touch Me or something, and no it ain't a cover of The Doors. Despite being sorta obscene but not brutally vulgar (like the shit you hear on radio today), it's a really nice song. And to tell you the truth, I don't mind a song being all obscene as long as it doesn't have anything to do with dancing in clubs or heavy breathing or I don't get stuck with the song on the radio when it's just me and my dad in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm pretty sure I say this a lot, it seems like it's been a long time since I actually posted something like I'm actually conversing with someone. If you haven't met me or if you've never been stuck with me on a good day, this is actually how I talk in real life. I have a problem with punctuation when speaking, lol does that even make sense? I mean, I can hardly stop mid-sentence because if I do, there's a high chance I might forget what I was going to say and I really really hate that feeling. Something sort of weird (well it was weird when I actually analysed my day) took place on Monday. I asked a number of people in school what they thought if I tried stand up comedy and they all pretty much said the same thing which was "kitorang je kot yang faham" and please don't ask me to translate that to english because I don't think it would make much sense without an explanation and the explanation would probably be long, kind of like this sentence you're reading. And explanations really ain't my thang. People I know (that's code for "hate me") would probably just throw a shoe in my direction. They'd probably just throw one side, which would probably be the left shoe because it would be WRONG to throw the RIGHT. Honestly, I know I say really dumb things but I really do appreciate it when the girls in school laugh at them because their laugh is sort of like a symbolic standing ovation. Ironically, sometimes they do stand in ovation after they've had a really long laugh, or that silent laugh where they just... vibrate. Well, just a number of girls laugh at my jokes though and I will really miss them once I'm out of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, fellow readers, is really how a conversation with yours truly usually goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is a pretty long post huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8859099785987146418?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8859099785987146418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8859099785987146418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8859099785987146418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8859099785987146418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/09/typical.html' title='Typical'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7375903108198634794</id><published>2011-08-29T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:34:45.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Reds</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/1-1.png" width="700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/2-1.png" width="700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/3-2.png" width="700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/4-2.png" width="700"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt at baking red velvet. Sadly, I forgot to test it with a toothpick so it's kinda undercooked, meh. Whatever, I make a mean cream cheese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7375903108198634794?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7375903108198634794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7375903108198634794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7375903108198634794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7375903108198634794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/08/reds.html' title='Reds'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6557519863817606713</id><published>2011-08-21T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:10:29.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluo Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_0435.jpg" width="700"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/nails.png" width="700"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the shortest nails and very small hands. My fingers resemble cocktail sausage wieners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6557519863817606713?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6557519863817606713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6557519863817606713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6557519863817606713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6557519863817606713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/08/fluo-nails.html' title='Fluo Nails'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4616275136615678481</id><published>2011-08-02T15:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T16:51:52.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisheye'/><title type='text'>Fisheye 2 : Kodak Ultramax 400</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CNV000011.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CNV000017.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CNV000022.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CNV000029.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CNV000030.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CNV000036.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CNV000034.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really take more photos of anything other than my face. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4616275136615678481?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4616275136615678481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4616275136615678481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4616275136615678481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4616275136615678481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/08/fisheye-2-kodak-ultramax-400.html' title='Fisheye 2 : Kodak Ultramax 400'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-9099050352735652181</id><published>2011-07-31T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:05:11.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Living for the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/dizmabebe2.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/dizmabebe.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend, after I actually thought it through, was pretty superb. On friday, Haqim dropped off some macarons and my favourite soda (Thomas Kemper's Black Cherry, yum x8) at my place eight minutes before it was time to break fast. Saturday, my mother brought me to the city to get some goods. Was hoping to find the Dr Martens I've been searching for. Sadly, the one I wanted wasn't available. Mind you, this particular pair of boots is no longer in production so I bought a pair of creepers instead (which I have also been looking high and low for). Back to my weekend.. Saturday night, I watched that new Topher Grace movie, Take Me Home Tonight with Haqim and his friends, which was also really nice because I don't remember the last time I actually had that much fun. Circled Damansara, Shah Alam and Subang til the early morning. Odd as it may sound, I felt like I reconnected with my youth. Have a great Ramadhan ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-9099050352735652181?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/9099050352735652181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=9099050352735652181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9099050352735652181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9099050352735652181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/07/living-for-weekend.html' title='Living for the weekend'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5470437043605435459</id><published>2011-07-23T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:02:41.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnea7alAkp1qj97o1o1_500.jpg" width=550"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;If there was a word that's best suited for myself, it would be strange. If you were to ask the eleven year old Lisa how she thinks she'd be like by the age of seventeen, this would most definitely not be it. Things that use to fascinate me, fascinated me no more. I remember when I was younger, I used to watch The OC over and over again for a few years. There was this episode, one of the characters said that this girl was like a puppy; once you show her affection, she'd be following you around everywhere. I see myself like that right now. I have come to realize that I am indeed disgustingly clingy. I like being treated nicely and how there was a person who didn't mind responding to any of my silly thoughts (mind you, silly thoughts is an understatement. My brain revolves around what if's and never-gonna-happen theories). It was like an addiction, just spilling every detail of your day to one particular person. I don't think I'll ever find another person who wouldn't mind as much. Time passes by, circumstances differ, feelings change. I would like to think that like every other "hard patch" I had to go through, this too shall pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5470437043605435459?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5470437043605435459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5470437043605435459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5470437043605435459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5470437043605435459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This Too Shall Pass'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5808041666389040874</id><published>2011-07-22T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:47:30.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises, swear them to the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnibkipkrW1qd4q01o1_500.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The word exhausted doesn't even begin explain how worn out I am. Ten hour days at school for the past few months has really taken its toll on me. In dire need of a temporary escape.. and also a lifetime supply or lemonade and sugary goods. As you may or may not have noticed, my list of wants/needs can go on forever. I pledge guilty of being a materialistic sadist *insert grunt*. Can't wait for the fasting month because the very thought of Bazaar Ramadhan makes me salivate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5808041666389040874?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5808041666389040874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5808041666389040874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5808041666389040874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5808041666389040874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/07/promises-swear-them-to-sky.html' title='Promises, swear them to the sky'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7138231412963233653</id><published>2011-07-14T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:23:12.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>This Could Be A Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268346_10150245453299564_780729563_7175982_5405246_n.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/269005_10150218269576748_737441747_7276259_4680198_n.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/270495_2098635379749_1061334229_2479840_8252272_n.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262028_10150245451334564_780729563_7175940_1221431_n.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Photos by Azrianna Alyssa &amp; Nor 'Ain, taken during photography camp&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the school councelor made us draw bar charts based on our progression in all subjects. There was a bar that indicated what each subject teacher predicts we will snag for our real exam. The amount of A's listed sure did make me feel content for a while. Five minutes later, reality smacked me in the head, hard. If I wanted my mother to be able to afford a transition of transportation means from executive to cute by the time she turns into an old lady, that would equate to me handling (almost) every expense from school on out.  Spm is in exactly four months. Charts schmarts, I still want to strive for the best like (almost) everyone out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7138231412963233653?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7138231412963233653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7138231412963233653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7138231412963233653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7138231412963233653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-could-be-good-life.html' title='This Could Be A Good Life'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2696056847870240530</id><published>2011-07-09T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T17:30:28.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months Gone</title><content type='html'>Here I am after a three-month long hiatus. Many things happened including my surprise birthday dinner, a day trip with my family, sports day, road run and photog camp. I can't remember what else. Although I haven't been blogging much, I still read the blogs I follow. I click the blogger icon more often compared to any other social networking site, to be honest. My decision to throw away my banner and fancy links was rather a quick one. It didn't make me feel like I could write my feelings down, like it wasn't personal. I have quite a few things to say, maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Ameera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2696056847870240530?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2696056847870240530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2696056847870240530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2696056847870240530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2696056847870240530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/07/three-months-gone.html' title='Three Months Gone'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3485208031066596985</id><published>2011-04-17T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:56:16.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_limjcuVcQZ1qdpeh8o1_500.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3x-EeH5LM1s/TYeDOnZ2nTI/AAAAAAAACrU/E5ZKEGMLJbI/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1123.photobucket.com/albums/l554/azlashala/9n.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li1encybpX1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" height="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liok9anteZ1qd9gd0o1_500.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhfl6mRgeg1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://exclaim.ca/images/warped1.jpg" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via tumblr, hauteandfierce, norockwithoutplastic)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3485208031066596985?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3485208031066596985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3485208031066596985&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3485208031066596985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3485208031066596985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-inspiration.html' title='Sunday Inspiration'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3x-EeH5LM1s/TYeDOnZ2nTI/AAAAAAAACrU/E5ZKEGMLJbI/s72-c/DSC_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7946391071746019856</id><published>2011-04-03T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:44:38.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Run Deep, Run Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_3777.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_3778.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_3765.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if people are aware of this but my parents hardly ever let me out now. So if you do ever catch me around town, guess it's one of the good days. Spent the whole day with my mother yesterday which explains my consumption of the best japanese food I've ever encountered. I don't see a lot of Sushi Q's; now that I think of it, I don't think I've ever come across one before but it's really awesome and I think I might just head back to Mid Valley for another round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much (excuse my language) shit on my plate right now. With designing this and that and extra curricular activities in school including sports and clubs. Not to mention, having to keep up with my studies and also the subjects I missed out for the entire year due to my change in streams. Well, I guess that last bit was my fault but nonetheless, more reading to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school to be over and done with. Please save your "you'll miss school once you leave it" speech. I can't wait to get my driving license and keys to a moving vehicle. I'll leave you with a few heavenly items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img541.imageshack.us/img541/513/finds.png" width="550"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Zara Twill Trousers in Sea Green&lt;br /&gt;2. Jo No Fui (via Luisaviaroma) Eco Leather and Jersey Leggings&lt;br /&gt;3. Balenciaga 'Riva' bag&lt;br /&gt;4. Celine Medium Shopper in tan&lt;br /&gt;5. Ruthie Davis "Spikette" heels &lt;br /&gt;6. Jeffrey Campbell "Benched" wedges&lt;br /&gt;7. Elizabeth and James "Sawyer" wedges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7946391071746019856?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7946391071746019856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7946391071746019856&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7946391071746019856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7946391071746019856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-deep-run-wild.html' title='Run Deep, Run Wild'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3191156557266869761</id><published>2011-03-20T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:05:05.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Shake Me Down, Not A Lot of People Left Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/6187/ppppvore.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic of losing friends... makes me feel so uncomfortable. Here they are making it public as ever their hatred (I would've used &lt;I&gt;disliking&lt;/i&gt; but who are we really kidding here?) towards me while I feel a ton of guilt pouring over for even mentioning whatever that's happening. To put somebody through a such a dreadful time, you'd have to own solid proof that he/she burnt your house/killed your cat/tore your dresses or anything equal to it. To judge a person entirely by the words of someone else is sheer idiocy. I wouldn't have taken it so personally if we were just acquaintances. As much as I'd like to deny it, both of you were obviously more than that. Sadly, I think we can all agree that as much as we're nice to others, we're not always treated the same in return. Have heart, you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing myself by cleaning my mouth of cusses and my heart of negativity. I pledge to focus on my future and leave everything unworthy behind. Thank God I'm not shallow enough to dedicate my life (or Twitter account) to hating someone else. Praise the Almighty for all that I have as I feel like that's all I need. A good set of parents, a roof over my head, people who appreciate my presence and school to keep me on the right track. Alhamdulillah. And also for my phone, laptop, clothes, shoes and bags hahaha :~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3191156557266869761?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3191156557266869761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3191156557266869761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3191156557266869761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3191156557266869761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/03/shake-me-down-not-lot-of-people-left.html' title='Shake Me Down, Not A Lot of People Left Around'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2661293987906600083</id><published>2011-03-17T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:03:51.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Don't Want to Talk, All I Hear is Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pM-jdBP0weM/TYIcNLCrZoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lvAQ-usEJYk/s320/buysssz.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made many plans of travelling abroad after my big exam. I'm so sick of this city. I'd like to go somewhere filled with shady trees and low-end clothing stores by the roadsides. Don't think I'd mind sleeping on someone else's couch for two weeks or so. Exhaustion has the capability to drive a girl in all sorts of direction. I'd love to stay in Los Angeles for a couple of weeks! A combination of Laguna Beach and Fashion District sounds divine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking (or typing, in this case), I've been wanting to blog so badly these past few days. I feel like I had too much going on in my head that I just had to let it out. However, I did not want to clash with the bright happy colours of my new blog buttons -----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by being a downer. I've been so unhappy lately, more than usual. You have to understand how I'm this jar of teen angst and hatred. I believe bottling it all up is better than releasing 'em because wasting other people's time is the last thing I'd like to do. Everyone faces problems of their own so I wouldn't want to put them in a position where they'd HAVE to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard keeping your chin up when you keep losing friends. I have to accept the fact that some people are really genuine and some are just there for... god know's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2661293987906600083?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2661293987906600083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2661293987906600083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2661293987906600083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2661293987906600083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-want-to-talk-all-i-hear-is-noise.html' title='Don&apos;t Want to Talk, All I Hear is Noise'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pM-jdBP0weM/TYIcNLCrZoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lvAQ-usEJYk/s72-c/buysssz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8115665901858518700</id><published>2011-03-02T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:17:52.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><title type='text'>HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wvDw5FHu4U/TMiGw1XtJWI/AAAAAAAAANA/B1XfWQ_2soI/s1600/melon.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the coolest looking camera.. ever. Feeds my watermelon fetish. Goes with my watermelon Vans. Would look fabulous in my watermelon-colored room. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to save up for a Hello Kitty Diana Mini. And also an Instax 210.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8115665901858518700?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8115665901858518700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8115665901858518700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8115665901858518700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8115665901858518700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/03/holy-guacamole.html' title='HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!!'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wvDw5FHu4U/TMiGw1XtJWI/AAAAAAAAANA/B1XfWQ_2soI/s72-c/melon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8992346717605266468</id><published>2011-02-27T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:59:01.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>Shiny Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolorfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Miu-Miu-Glitter-embellished-platform-sandals.jpg" width="180"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolorfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/12/Miu-Miu-Glitter-and-crystal-embellished-brogues2.jpg" width="180"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRAE3CrCJ7NitDD7BkfeL8fv4OpcDg4XHhVF4OsxrUzpMp2m6KV" width="180"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fashionfuss.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Giuseppe-Zanotti-Glitter-Boots-1.jpg" width="180"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/06/6/1140/11405495/9b64ef8250993d6e_Jeffrey_Campbell_glitter-spring_shoes.jpg" width="180"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sortofromantic.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/jeffrey-campbell-shoes-lita-pewter-glitter-010604.jpg?w=480&amp;h=360" width="180"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left-right, going down)&lt;br /&gt;1. Miu Miu&lt;br /&gt;2. Miu Miu&lt;br /&gt;3. Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;4. Giuseppe Zanotti&lt;br /&gt;5. Jeffrey Campbell&lt;br /&gt;6. Jeffrey Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have nothing new to share, I'll just post up some photos. I'm starting to like glitter shoes now. Really, all my life, I despised glitter &amp; sequins. Well not ALL the time but most of it. I watched a tutorial on youtube and they just got me wrapped around. BLAME THE GIUSEPPE ZANOTTI BOOTS!!!! I find them stupefying. Really, like if I could afford those shoes I would ship those babies right this second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much time spent at home equates to endless hours on twitter and finding time to study. It's all pretty messed up. Aren't I suppose to study endlessly and squeeze twitter in the gaps? But oh well, look at me, I'm nowhere as right as a 90° triangle. That doesn't even make sense but I'm not gonna delete that sentence. I want to remember how pointless my blog was when I look back later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who thinks that there is something wrong with starting March test on the 28th of Feb???????? Yeah, way to go, SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, all I do aside from studying and ranting on twitter is crave for some frozen yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8992346717605266468?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8992346717605266468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8992346717605266468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8992346717605266468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8992346717605266468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/02/shiny-feet.html' title='Shiny Feet'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5885915200439737055</id><published>2011-02-15T01:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:04:48.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>We Own The Sky</title><content type='html'>A day late but here's a big shoutout to my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/yessiiir.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/eskimodsdadaLIKEE-Copy.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2590dasd.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Happy 2nd anniversary!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years doesn't really seem like a long time when a certain someone makes you feel infinite and content (most of the time). No doubt about rough patches being inevitable. Hope there's a hundred of these coming our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is different. Haqim is staying in his new school, kind of like boarding school. I remember sneaking out at a quarter to midnight and went off to SS15 only to find Asia Cafe shut down because of the Chinese New Year celebration last year. This year, I can't do that even if I wanted to. He's nowhere close and I'm under house arrest. Well not really but you might as well just name it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Haqim &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5885915200439737055?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5885915200439737055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5885915200439737055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5885915200439737055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5885915200439737055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-own-sky.html' title='We Own The Sky'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7142855021988669156</id><published>2011-02-09T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:30:41.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><title type='text'>Lomolitos : Agfa Vista (100 I think)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/004_4-1.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/014_14-1.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/011_11-1.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/012_12-1.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/001_1-1.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/006_6.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7142855021988669156?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7142855021988669156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7142855021988669156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7142855021988669156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7142855021988669156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/02/lomolitos-agfa-vista-100-i-think.html' title='Lomolitos : Agfa Vista (100 I think)'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2110490264904657889</id><published>2011-02-09T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:18:07.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Fisheye 2 : Kodak Color Plus 200</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/028_33.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/023_27.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/020_24.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/022_26.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/014_17.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/015_19.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/011_14.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/009_12.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/007_10.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/005_7.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of this was taken during the new year celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2110490264904657889?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2110490264904657889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2110490264904657889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2110490264904657889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2110490264904657889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/02/fisheye-2-kodak-color-plus-200.html' title='Fisheye 2 : Kodak Color Plus 200'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3720098889084376483</id><published>2011-02-06T13:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:42:14.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><title type='text'>Fisheye 2 : Lomography Redscale 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/026_26.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/019_19.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/015_15.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/011_11.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/016_16.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/010_10.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/003_3-1.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/004_4.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/002_2-1.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the roll of film that went MIA for awhile. Bastard son of satan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3720098889084376483?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3720098889084376483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3720098889084376483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3720098889084376483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3720098889084376483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/02/fisheye-2-lomography-redscale-100.html' title='Fisheye 2 : Lomography Redscale 100'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7237261144720156150</id><published>2011-02-01T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:20:05.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bazaar'/><title type='text'>In Flakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tonguechic.com/articles/3547-Where--Wear-Chic-POP-Street-Market-6--Part-3-of-4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tonguechic.com/photos/0007/7412/21lisa_preview.jpg?1296207464"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/1568518.js?include=hype&amp;size=medium&amp;style=button&amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_1568518"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Tongue in Chic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I almost cried when my mum told me that she had that Moschino belt? I was showing her this photo of Chiara Ferragni aka &lt;a href="http://www.theblondesalad.com"&gt;The Blonde Salad&lt;/a&gt; and her beautiful Celine bag. My mum told me that she has the same belt as the one Chiara was wearing and of course that made my week!!! Hello, I've been googling/ebaying the belt for a month or two but I bet my parents wouldn't want to bear the shipping costs. So there you go, my mum's vintage belt. LOVES IT &amp;hearts; Bet you won't find one of those anywhere in the country ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the next time I'm out with a group of friends, it'll be very awkward for me since I feel like I don't even remember what that's like anymore. Haha it has only been a month, maybe I'm exaggerating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of cut all my social networking habits. Not entirely but I'm way less active now. School isn't giving me space to breathe. It's a good thing that I'm far apart from all these social network sites. I have quite a colossal amount of anger in me and I don't want to get back to my roots of documenting my every thought (Easy A, haha). Speaking of Easy A, gosh I love that movie, I bought The Scarlet Letter. It might be a newer rendition, not sure, because the cover's new or maybe they just rebranded the whole thing. Read the first five pages and felt like a total stranger to the English language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm picking my photos up today, I'll put em up as soon as I get my hands on em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7237261144720156150?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7237261144720156150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7237261144720156150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7237261144720156150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7237261144720156150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-flakes.html' title='In Flakes'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4410470189003519864</id><published>2011-01-13T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:18:27.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>Creativity (Or lack of it) Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2405-1.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2403.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2402.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2398.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2396.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were collected over the past few months. Forgive me for being an artsy noob, the gigando room for drawing improvements is far too apparent. I bought this blue hardcover notebook for school. When I peeled of the top hemispherical sticker, it left a nasty sticky patch. And this was what I did to match it with the beautiful watch that Lanee bought for me :~) Although now that I look it, I did a terrible job hahahah. It looks more like scribblings rather than the rate you see on the heartbeat monitor thing. I was not aware that colouring fabric with pop art markers would take forever to dry off! I can't even touch the book without getting pink ink on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/Cu.png" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haqim and I turn 23 months tomorrow, yeay ok kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4410470189003519864?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4410470189003519864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4410470189003519864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4410470189003519864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4410470189003519864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/01/creativity-or-lack-of-it-unleashed.html' title='Creativity (Or lack of it) Unleashed'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5217557612979393818</id><published>2011-01-08T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:58:40.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bazaar'/><title type='text'>Fear's Got A Hold of Me</title><content type='html'>Cosmetics, for some bewildering reason, started becoming really fascinating to me. I've wasted quite a large amount of time googling lipsticks over the past week. Blame &lt;a href="http://www.viviennekongvongsa.com/"&gt;Vivienne Kongvongsa&lt;/a&gt; for this. I've been an avid follower and I notice how she uses a dark rouge color lipstick and it just looks so fabulous. I love her style so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2331.jpg" width="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_2334.png" width="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img573.imageshack.us/img573/803/nmnmnmn.png" width="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/braid.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today's buys : Rings&lt;br /&gt;2. Today's buys : Necklace&lt;br /&gt;3. Mum's old Sephora lippie&lt;br /&gt;4. Hairdo at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5217557612979393818?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5217557612979393818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5217557612979393818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5217557612979393818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5217557612979393818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-can-be-talk-across-town.html' title='Fear&apos;s Got A Hold of Me'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8414179402198786925</id><published>2011-01-03T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:05:42.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>2 0 1 1</title><content type='html'>Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;Oh god school starts in approximately seven hours and nine minutes. And guess what? I lost my redscale film. Seriously, I screw up every little thing. I remember wanting to develop that roll so much that I brought it around with me everywhere I went. Now it's MIA and I feel like shedding a tear :'( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm suppose to get more books this year, I wouldn't mind getting these either :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://style.thefablife.com/files//2010/05/lauren-conrad-300x400.jpg" width="170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artslope.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/cover.gif" width="170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.neverwoodhigh.com/storage/TeenVogueHandbook.com.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1248977121013" width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lauren Conrad "Style" book&lt;br /&gt;2. Nylon Street View&lt;br /&gt;3. The Teen Vogue Handbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW, HOW DREADFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8414179402198786925?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8414179402198786925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8414179402198786925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8414179402198786925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8414179402198786925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-0-1-1.html' title='2 0 1 1'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-612787918256107844</id><published>2010-12-30T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:12:30.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Lonely Lover's Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le7cq5Uqhg1qa1tifo1_500.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/9540/img2222nn.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/8420/img2226.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the 2010 recaps I've read said that the year's been eventful. For me, not so much. I don't remember anything big happening or I might just blame my memory capacity for this. I met quite a few lovely people. Lost a few friends. Spent more money. Made many mistakes. Loved unconditionally. Wasted a lot of time. Snapped many photos. Some on film, which reminds me, many rolls of film have yet to be processed. Lost weight. Grew hair. Gotten more ignorant. Lost myself on various social networking sites. Grew my love for best friends. Pierced my lip, which is gone now. Pierced my helix a week ago. Studied fashion through the internet. Cried on nights I couldn't finish my editorial work. Stuck to one journal all year.  Drank tea about four times a week all year. Increasing amount of scars. Got less trashy. Sticked to skinny jeans. Normal occurrences in life I assume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-612787918256107844?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/612787918256107844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=612787918256107844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/612787918256107844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/612787918256107844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/12/lonely-lovers-charm.html' title='Lonely Lover&apos;s Charm'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-9020567760847840277</id><published>2010-12-17T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:42:40.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>So The Darkness I Became</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/4642/shoewishlist.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend, Lanee is enjoying icy Switzerland while my boyfriend, Haqim is skating in Singapore and guess where I'm at? That's right, home. SUX 2 B ME. For the past few weeks, or probably months by now, I've been reading heck loads of fashion blogs. I can't get past how lovely Jeffrey Campbell's shoes are! I initially wrote down a long paragraph of which shoes I want until I deleted it and came up with the brilliant idea of creating a montage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I even try. There's a chance that the sum of these shoes cost more than my college tuition, hahaha. Speaking of college, I should really have a rough idea of what I'd want to do as a career. Journalism, yes? No? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Haqim to death. I think I'm gonna be updating a lot while he's gone. Oh on a side note, you can cancel off maxi skirt from my wishlist. Bought a maroon the other day :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-9020567760847840277?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/9020567760847840277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=9020567760847840277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9020567760847840277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9020567760847840277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-darkness-i-became.html' title='So The Darkness I Became'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7064519301480070726</id><published>2010-12-12T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T15:28:13.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>Please, dear god, take me back if I would be better with you than in this world. Please save me from this agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only having a single friend you can count on is what my life will be, then please take me back. If I am going to be reminded of how my parents only wanted two kids, then please take me back. If I can't make a living out of myself, then please take me back. If trust is what people don't have in you when you've given them your all, then please take me back. If love is believing the worst in people, then please take me back. If being a letdown to my parents is all I'll ever be, then please take me back. If what seems to appear like train tracks on my wrists don't stop, then I'd rather you take me back. If I'm only taking valuable space in this household, then please take me back. If these circles under my eyes will not better themselves, then please take me back. If my all isn't enough for those I cherish with all my heart, then please take me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back if being with you is better than being alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7064519301480070726?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7064519301480070726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7064519301480070726&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7064519301480070726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7064519301480070726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5170337297687209919</id><published>2010-12-07T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:03:27.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><title type='text'>The Sharp Knife of A Short Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="300" src="http://img813.imageshack.us/img813/6011/asdfghjn.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img828.imageshack.us/img828/7484/knnjnjnjn.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1153.snc4/149560_465381585641_731920641_5672854_317611_n.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1124.snc4/148690_465381735641_731920641_5672867_2538165_n.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. I really wish my family celebrated Christmas in a way. It's pretty blatant, actually. Presents, gifts, oh the wonders! Well at least it'll give me SOMETHING to look forward to in December. Eventhough I don't celebrate Christmas and my birthday is five months away (oh dear God I am turning seventeen), my current wishlist consists of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A maxi skirt in neutral colours&lt;br /&gt;2. A boyfriend blazer in camel or pale pink&lt;br /&gt;3. Satin scarves&lt;br /&gt;4. Washed out floral shorts&lt;br /&gt;5. Instax 210&lt;br /&gt;6. Union Jack casing for my Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;7. Brown oxford flats&lt;br /&gt;8. A cap from The Hundreds&lt;br /&gt;9. Victoria's Secret Merry Vanilla Twirl body mist&lt;br /&gt;10. Samsung Galaxy Tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this urge to start a fashion blog but knowing me, I can't even be arsed to take a shower on days that I don't leave my house. Also, I want an undercut aka slightly bald hairdo aka shave a region of my head. After I finish high school, I wanna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e69138;"&gt;stack up on my piercings&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5170337297687209919?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5170337297687209919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5170337297687209919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5170337297687209919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5170337297687209919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/12/sharp-knife-of-short-life.html' title='The Sharp Knife of A Short Life'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5469589610567321428</id><published>2010-11-25T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:25:22.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><title type='text'>I Can Feel A Hot One</title><content type='html'>Fisheye 2 : Kodak Elitechrome 100 {gone wrong}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img832.imageshack.us/img832/4274/0055oc.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/5480/00710c.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img593.imageshack.us/img593/1065/00811.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/4294/00912.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/9352/01519.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img SRC="http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/5654/01013d.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4561/02227.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/3637/02024.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2020/01923.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/4894/01418.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/2197/012160.jpg" width="460"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are enjoying the new layout ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what most of you guys are wondering, "why is she only uploading the ones from her Fisheye? What about her diana shots?" Maybe not most of you guys cause I probably don't even cross people's minds...ever. But ok whatever. So here's the truth. I've only shot a few rolls using my Diana, and they turned out horribly. Since then I've accepted the fact that I truly suck at it. So if anyone ever calls me a 'lomo pro', the joke's on them ;) I'm still trying to get the hang of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5469589610567321428?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5469589610567321428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5469589610567321428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5469589610567321428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5469589610567321428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-feel-hot-one.html' title='I Can Feel A Hot One'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-1175515490186138664</id><published>2010-11-20T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:24:50.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Hurricane, Comes a Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/1961/sk8erguuurl.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's fun? Long walks with a bestfriend in another town while trying a foreign sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what isn't? Having people pretending to be you and talking to themselves under random usernames.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you can't stop the stupidity of the world from spreading, so I guess I'll just be glad that some people actually bother visiting my blog, haha. Oh and I'm probably gonna delete the chatbox soon. The motive of it being present was so it would be easier for my readers and I to converse. It's getting a little out of hand. So have fun with it while its still around :) Hopefully people will not be too lazy to click on the comment button below every post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful few days. If not spent with Haqim, then spent with Lanee or other close friends. So thankful that I've got these people to hold onto. Also, I'm glad I'm living in the &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;~Harry Potter generation~&lt;/span&gt; as Rhyz would put it. The movie was beyond spectacular. Frankly, I've only started grasping onto the movie by mid 2010, only cause I didn't understand it when I was younger. Loved it once I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sides that, I've been trying a few sports that have caught my eye over the years. Sports? Lisa? Really, now? Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the next month and a half goes smoothly. And then it'll be 2011. And I'll be an SPM candidate. And then I'll die. Loljk... or am I? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-1175515490186138664?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/1175515490186138664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=1175515490186138664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1175515490186138664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1175515490186138664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-hurricane-comes-rainbow.html' title='After a Hurricane, Comes a Rainbow'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-1822750065861148487</id><published>2010-11-15T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:05:23.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>1¾</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/1725/sssup.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when &lt;a href="http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2009/11/300-spartaaa-days-of-summer.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; was published? Yeah, well, that was exactly a year ago. We're still going strong, thank God. What's a little bump or two boulders along the way? No biggie :~) I really do like this boy a lot. He isn't one of those fairytale type boyfriends, he actually makes reality suck a little less for me. Or maybe a lot. Not gonna get sappy and make y'all throw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/351/grrzrr.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-1822750065861148487?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/1822750065861148487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=1822750065861148487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1822750065861148487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1822750065861148487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/11/1.html' title='1¾'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3477764238605151047</id><published>2010-11-06T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:44:43.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>Warning : Heck Loads of Photos</title><content type='html'>Hello, folks. As of this moment, I have 103 followers, WOOHOOO! This calls for a pizza party. Anyhoo, close friends and I threw a Halloween party. Slightly disappointed in a few other friends but I guess they're the ones missing out on the fun we had. In a way, it shows how committed some people are in their friendship. I will stop talking about this just to ensure that I don't step on anyone's toes. Perplexity arose when some other girls wanted to throw a Halloween for their friends. Its just weird I guess, especially when you live on THIS part of the planet, where people don't usually throw Halloween parties...at all. Saturday night, well spent. I was tinkerbell for a night :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs833.snc4/69341_448017125641_731920641_5416965_6582185_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs415.ash2/69360_448017280641_731920641_5416981_8148199_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs461.ash2/73427_143533609027264_100001118768510_222046_4176366_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs056.ash2/36142_143533402360618_100001118768510_222039_1315930_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Irfan are my good friends who happen to be DJs. They spun their hot new tracks at a nearby pub. It was a great, great, great party! Wish there were more people though. Sadly, I did not prepare a dress, I ended up wearing a ruffled black dress with minimal studs. Lanee &amp;amp; I were hired as they're ~official photographers~. So here are some of our shots, all fisheye images are by Lanee Zane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs452.ash2/72542_450712150641_731920641_5474566_5715356_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs495.ash2/76850_450717770641_731920641_5474701_2198141_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs574.ash2/149613_450725345641_731920641_5474823_1690240_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs466.ash2/73945_450733155641_731920641_5474971_7106824_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs938.snc4/75146_450730325641_731920641_5474913_3599565_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1136.snc4/149827_144326118948013_100001118768510_225496_6041001_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs906.snc4/71917_451645846308_573616308_5596559_5325337_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs939.snc4/73266_451644566308_573616308_5596530_1639204_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs942.snc4/73575_451650476308_573616308_5596679_6692732_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs487.ash2/76043_451642346308_573616308_5596436_5588893_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my face, as the closing for this post :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3477764238605151047?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3477764238605151047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3477764238605151047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3477764238605151047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3477764238605151047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/11/warning-heck-loads-of-photos.html' title='Warning : Heck Loads of Photos'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8630981753119021034</id><published>2010-10-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:32:10.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forcing Beatles To Disband</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0SJtV8AEos/S5Y6K6j7qpI/AAAAAAAACEU/w3k7-Si5ZB4/s400/jeremy+scott+style.jpg"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessing I've recovered from my momentary temper-mentality. A slight bit dramatic and heck loads irrelevant it was. I've never felt more like a teenager these past few months in my entire youth. One day I would love someone so much that I'd demand a ring around my finger, and then I would just break all connections to the human race on the next. So much mixed emotions in a short period of time. A hassle, a chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started drawing. I've always wanted to be good at drawing. It seems like a skill that everyone should master to express their feelings in a quaint manner. If everyone were to do just that, the world would be peaceful and everyone would just shut up; which happens to be extremely brilliant most of the time. Anyhoo, I finally put some effort into drawing. Wishing I could master the skill but not doing anything about it is rather futile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really under my skin right now is my studies. Still. Contemplating. On. Whether. To change classes. Or not. What makes me so sure that I'd be better off in arts? Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please get me the tie dye Reynolds cruiser from the new Emerica fall collection? That would be g89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that seems to be calming me down these days are The Album Leaf's Twenty Two Fourteen and a boy named Haqim. Not sure if you guys have heard of him or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8630981753119021034?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8630981753119021034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8630981753119021034&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8630981753119021034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8630981753119021034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/10/forcing-beatles-to-disband.html' title='Forcing Beatles To Disband'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0SJtV8AEos/S5Y6K6j7qpI/AAAAAAAACEU/w3k7-Si5ZB4/s72-c/jeremy+scott+style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8416211093215671337</id><published>2010-10-04T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:19:37.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stayed Anyway, Just In Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img710.imageshack.us/img710/2323/100907221821.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;I am in a state of all sorts of emotions ranging from confusion to depression. If there was a word to substitute depression, trust me, I'd use it. Depression is such a.. faggy word cause even 12 year olds use em. I feel like I don't have the willpower to stay alive. Why the fuck am I so emotional? Frankly, I am blank myself. I don't know the exact reason to why I've been feeling like this, but there are many contributing factors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, do people build you up just to watch you crumble back down? Cause like it or not, we don't stay at the top forever. We spend most of our time climbing our way up and try to cast away all the obstacles that barge in. And these people who help you climb up, I mean, it's not like they're going to be sticking around forever. Truth is, everybody leaves. The ones you thought were gonna hold your hair back when you vomit on your wedding day, the ones who help plan your wedding and also the one you plan on marrying. &lt;b&gt;They will all leave. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I honestly wish some people would change. Well scratch that, I wish a lot of people would change. I wish they would just wake the f- up. The world doesn't revolve around them. You don't scream at little children who accidently hit you with shopping carts. You don't roll down your windows to scream some more at slow traffic. And why do people litter? I mean fuck, all you have to do is just keep your trash in your pocket and throw it out when you see a bin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the cusses, I am at the peak of my anger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8416211093215671337?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8416211093215671337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8416211093215671337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8416211093215671337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8416211093215671337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-stayed-anyway-just-in-case.html' title='I Stayed Anyway, Just In Case'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-85808884969669662</id><published>2010-10-02T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:06:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are the Fortunate All The Time</title><content type='html'>Yeah ok so remember like two/three posts ago, the one where I posted a picture of me and my new Fisheye 2, I said that I didnt want to purchase the white Diana mini cause I fear they might come up with newer/prettier clones? I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/5037165230_fcc0c5d9f2.jpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/5036547005_ebc9c6c1c8.jpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Mini Petite Noire&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this wonderful case of diana minis', I think that white &gt; black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-85808884969669662?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/85808884969669662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=85808884969669662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2774252576323307825</id><published>2010-09-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:53:27.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisheye'/><title type='text'>Fisheye 2 first roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/7891/000007q.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/4848/000008m.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/2919/000010o.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img807.imageshack.us/img807/9660/000011f.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/8471/000017v.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/2626/000019k.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/9351/000024.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img839.imageshack.us/img839/4912/000025e.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img837.imageshack.us/img837/8781/000027k.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/3064/000030w.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/3001/000033u.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/3897/000035i.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/7150/000042q.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;film: Fuji pro 400&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2774252576323307825?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2774252576323307825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2774252576323307825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2774252576323307825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2774252576323307825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/09/fisheye-2-first-roll.html' title='Fisheye 2 first roll'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4579917241589376841</id><published>2010-09-20T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:13:00.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Think We Kissed But I Forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/6667/tgif.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished you could help someone so badly but there's just nothing you can do? Well, that's how I feel right now. I'm no love guru, I mean seriously, its just something most people believe in. But who really knows the meaning? We are all in this place where everyone convinces themselves that love is the best thing out there or no other feeling is greater than it. Fess up, do you really know what it is? Cause I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Earth, you scare the living shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh and a million more sighs. I am sixteen and I don't know what I want to do as a career. It seems like everyone has set their mind on a certain field and I'm the only one left behind. I think I mentioned architecture a few months ago. I don't have a passion for architecture, honest. Classic buildings and vintage pillars are great and all but... sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel like doing journalism now. If I was given the chance to be a journalist, I'd be a fashion journalist. I don't want to end up in jail for saying this but Malaysian fashion is not in a good state. I would love to study abroad but I don't want to go away for so long. I might forget my roots and not to mention customs and religion and all that. Sometimes I feel like my skull might just crack open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4579917241589376841?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4579917241589376841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4579917241589376841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4579917241589376841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4579917241589376841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/09/think-we-kissed-but-i-forgot.html' title='Think We Kissed But I Forgot'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2495711834540198325</id><published>2010-09-07T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:34:52.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>6/9/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma" color="black"&gt;All the things I have done for you, everything. I know eventually it will mean nothing. All those sacrifices, friends I have lost and promises I have broken will just be a blurry teenage memory. Unless we lead a happy life for the next sixty, fifty years. Who knows? But honestly, as weak as I am, Im not all that shallow. Things will end, not on a high note. Matter of time, matter of how things change. I do not want to keep living my life like this. Its too darn boring and I am far too sensitive. I dont respond well to "CHILL LAH" at all. Every girl you speak to is another name  I'd like to pack a knuckle sandwich for. Every sentence you construct is a promise. And for every promise you make, I await for the time you break it. Feeds my ego but doesnt make things better. Goddammit, I thought you knew me better than this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2495711834540198325?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2495711834540198325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2495711834540198325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2495711834540198325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2495711834540198325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/09/6910.html' title='6/9/10'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3092553081905266641</id><published>2010-09-06T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:02:05.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><title type='text'>They Were Always Meant For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;Sup ma fellow bloggers? I've gotten a new baby. Giving birth really isnt as painful as your mother says it is. I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/100901-163124.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Raya shopping wasnt a &lt;i&gt;complete&lt;/i&gt; failure. Besides getting the camera, two tights and a dress. w0w you wouldve figured Lisa to be the one who carries eight shopping bags on each arm but neh. Seriously, if someone would carry H&amp;amp;M or Urban Outfitters or New Look , I'd be so happy. Although Im pretty sure the aftermath of that would be all the girls indulging themselves in the same clothing. Cotton On reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya is coming and here I come, Paramore! I have this mentality where I think that everyone has a soft spot for this band. Swell, am aware. Whatever it is, I'll have to save some for the college fund. I inundate myself with sloppy grades and they aint lookin up to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would get the White Diana Mini but the thought of more mini clones being released later on just petrifies me. Need some black and white film for the festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an early ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3092553081905266641?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3092553081905266641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3092553081905266641&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3092553081905266641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3092553081905266641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-were-always-meant-for-you.html' title='They Were Always Meant For You'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5079647905015020151</id><published>2010-08-21T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:45:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Your Nerves Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/8989/caturday.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;I cant bring myself to believe that its almost September. This means '10 is 75% over. I don't think anything big has happened this year. Anyway, this is just gonna be another post by a sixteen year old school girl. In other words, a bore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping hours have been jumping through hoops these past few weeks as a result of being apart of the Editorial Board. I signed myself up for the graphics segment last year, and unexpectedly, I was accepted. I reapplied for the next board a few days ago. I've already started to regret it. Seems like its too much work to me. Lets just wait for the school magazine to be published, might just change my perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we are in the midst of Ramadhan which means a few short weeks and its Raya. I cannot wait for Raya! It has been too long since I've seen my cousins and aunts and grandparents reunite under one roof asking for forgiveness and exchanging smiles. Not to mention, the delicacies during this festive season is simply mouth-watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog more often. No promises though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5079647905015020151?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5079647905015020151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5079647905015020151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5079647905015020151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5079647905015020151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/08/calm-your-nerves-now.html' title='Calm Your Nerves Now'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2125836499029721527</id><published>2010-08-14T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:05:29.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>Lie, Lie, Liar, Liar, You'll Pay For Your Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="teal"&gt;Diana Mini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="deeppink" face="tahoma"&gt;Kodak ebx 100 (xpro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000001.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000007.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000008.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000012.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000017.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000018.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000022.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000025.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000026.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000028.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000031.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/000032.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2125836499029721527?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2125836499029721527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2125836499029721527&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2125836499029721527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2125836499029721527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/08/lie-lie-liar-liar-youll-pay-for-your.html' title='Lie, Lie, Liar, Liar, You&apos;ll Pay For Your Sins'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lomo/th_000001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5445673108106683839</id><published>2010-08-14T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:44:02.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Witty Words I Dont Believe</title><content type='html'>Hi so everyone shouldve read last Sunday's paper. Hahahahaha ok. I am sorry, Im still surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs104.ash2/38548_1534058961125_1524346741_1891828_8192757_n.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me and Hana about five train rides to arrive at Pudu Jail. Not because it was part of the journey, but cause we didnt know how to get there :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pasted around six pictures. When I came back the second day to check up on the wall, one of my faves were missing. Heh. Anyway, the wall was absolutely beautiful. I was rather upset I couldnt join the rest of the society when they pasted their pictures since they came quite early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lolsaa.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/lllicds.png" height="300"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/aokay.png" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/hanalisa.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5445673108106683839?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5445673108106683839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5445673108106683839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5445673108106683839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5445673108106683839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-so-everyone-shouldve-read-last.html' title='The Witty Words I Dont Believe'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6410584210873492323</id><published>2010-08-01T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:49:26.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Just For Tonight , Let's Get Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs078.snc4/35257_409905400641_731920641_4586002_1271049_n.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok hi how's your mother ? Im tired oh god. I want to sleep and die and weep in a hole. I went to Worldstage last night. 'twas okay except for the fact that the management was very poor and Katy Perry wasnt wearing a skimpy outfit. Coheed and Cambria are playing tonight and I wanna go but I know my dad wont allow it since tomorrow is a school day :/ My brother is going tonight ha ha hahaha aha. August test is just around the corner and I am scared 2 da bone~!!~!! hahahaha ok. Jeez who laughs at her own jokes , man ? fjsknfvsdifcnikejf ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this obsession with Miu Miu shoes right now. Especially their platform clogs. Well I guess all I can do is stare and drool and hope to find it *magically* waiting for me under my bed one day. FTS I might as well get a knockoff or something :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa is also around the corner. I cannot wait for Raya. So psyched. I will upload some shots from my diana and mira's diana mini ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6410584210873492323?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6410584210873492323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6410584210873492323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6410584210873492323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6410584210873492323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-for-tonight-lets-get-lost.html' title='Just For Tonight , Let&apos;s Get Lost'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7644297294666987475</id><published>2010-07-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:13:05.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Immensity Of The Fuck I Do Not Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/142.png" width="450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/24.jpg" width="220"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/1.jpg" width="220"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/17.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;My weekend was well spent. July has got to be the busiest month yet. Over the weekend, i spent time with Lanee and Hana. I think I've been spending most of my time with those two outside of school. Besides that, me and my school friends celebrated Aisha (Cha)'s birthday. On Sunday, i attended Cheer '10. I cant even explain how proud I am of D*Starz. They won Best Makeup, Best Showmanship, and also won the 5th position. Im pretty sure they wouldve won Best Uniform if the maximum amount of awards one team can receive is three. Heh. Ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say, I have lost my interest in blogging. I have also lost my interest in reading (some) blogs. I find it irritating when certain bloggers annoy their readers by saying how great their blogs are or the large amount of readers they get every month or how everyone is obsessed with every word they type out. Irritates me to the Nth degree. Now I just stick to typing out a few lines a day which is more suitable for Tumblr and Twitter rather than Blogger. I will keep updating this blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades have improved since the March test. Everything has improved. Whatever the grades may be , it is still not enough. The big exam is only about sixteen months away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance is still a big problem. My boyfriend of sixteen months is still alive :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Jam : How Can You Swallow So Much by Bombay Bicycle Club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7644297294666987475?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7644297294666987475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7644297294666987475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7644297294666987475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7644297294666987475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/07/immensity-of-fuck-i-do-not-give.html' title='Immensity Of The Fuck I Do Not Give'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2274953373027231447</id><published>2010-06-28T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:20:19.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>This City is Contagious</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_8212.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_8208.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_8114.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_8202.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_81452.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_81952.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_8115.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day back at school and i already have tons of work. Head prefect election campaigns are going on. My school's having a carnival this weekend on Saturday. Swing on by and purchase your coupons :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2274953373027231447?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2274953373027231447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2274953373027231447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2274953373027231447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2274953373027231447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-city-is-contagious.html' title='This City is Contagious'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-9112115714454358609</id><published>2010-06-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:39:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainwreck 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/sayanghaqim.png" height="600"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limits. We all have them. Some go overboard and some just stay as far away from it. What I wonder is , how do people know when they've gone over the line ? Is everything irreversible ? I dont think so , not everything. Safe to say that most saints are paranoid and most troublemakers are selfish. The people you look up to turn their backs on you and just repel at the sound of your name. In the end , all you can trust is yourself. I believe Im one of those girls who hardly ever have luck on her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;SUX 2 B M3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note , i pierced my lip already. and the hole closed already.&lt;br /&gt;lol kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-9112115714454358609?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/9112115714454358609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=9112115714454358609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9112115714454358609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9112115714454358609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/06/trainwreck-20.html' title='Trainwreck 2.0'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2946289830244699144</id><published>2010-06-04T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:31:29.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>Ready When You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;Since I was 12 , I told myself I wanted to become a graphic designer. But now , Im looking into architechture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I see it : &lt;br /&gt;The universe has a group of accepted people (Presidents , Doctors , Pharmacists , Queen of England , Prime Ministers , Engineers , Lawyers , Madonna , Elton John etc) And since i love art so very much , architecture is the closest career thats related to art and this accepted group of successors. Forgive me if Im not making sense , Im tired. I just feel like uploading my recent photoshopped work.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/4473/sledgehammer.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/skewl.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;img src="http://img686.imageshack.us/img686/3639/redbox.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;img src="http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/4593/radiogaga.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/9256/psych.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;img src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/1969/panoramaq.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;img src="http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/8502/lookiecookie.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;img src="http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/4283/leavemealone.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;img src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/294/jjjsarahelylisa.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;img src="http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/4518/jjjhanis.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;img src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/3658/jjjhanisandhanna.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/4042/jjjelylisa.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/thespillcanvas.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;img src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/5139/iwaslostohyeah.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/5914/hopetodream.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;img src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/5420/frozenexpressions.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;img src="http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/8264/dilusional2.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;img src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/4711/digitallomo.png" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/2107/complicationisnothingne.png" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/snapple-tragic.png" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/8166/chpps.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;img src="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/3500/branchessilhoutte.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;img src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/5210/aishap.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/misguided-ghosts.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;img src="http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/3701/thisismyroom.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still trying :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2946289830244699144?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2946289830244699144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2946289830244699144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2946289830244699144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2946289830244699144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/06/ready-when-you-are.html' title='Ready When You Are'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7147412837676361027</id><published>2010-05-13T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:51:18.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5AM Cold Sweats Wakin Up To the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs340.ash1/29145_389973946308_573616308_4174699_2136721_n.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone ! hiatus season aint over just yet. mid year exam is comin up real soon. And seeing how I took a dump on my March test , Im gonna try to get better grades for this exam. Gosh , I dont plan on updating my blog as frequent as I used to. I still read the blogs I follow though. Jeez , dyou know how inferior I feel when I browse through blogs like &lt;a href="www.amsyarhilman.blogspot.com"&gt;Amsyar&lt;/a&gt;'s or &lt;a href="www.foreveristoday.blogspot.com"&gt;Hilda's&lt;/a&gt;. What Im working on atm , other than my studies are my photographic skills or lack thereof. I finished all four seasons of Skins already :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let some things out. I just don't know how. I was never good at explaining. The last thirty days remind me of 2008 so much. I cant even , yeah ok. Im only blogging rght now cause its the weekend of my birthday , haha , yes I am that shallow. I have my weekend planned out. Saturday I might be going to Central Market cause theres an art exhibition. Sunday maybe , buy a camera ? Idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1u5msa5Jh1qzvsqto1_500.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one of these. or the Keep Calm &amp; Carry On framed poster or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7147412837676361027?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7147412837676361027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7147412837676361027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7147412837676361027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7147412837676361027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/05/5am-cold-sweats-wakin-up-to-sky.html' title='5AM Cold Sweats Wakin Up To the Sky'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-2970522628764979683</id><published>2010-04-15T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:44:32.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>P-P-P-Passion Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/995/topazcheer.png" width="410"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I finally got my internet back. Yeay im glad &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Sports Day&lt;/span&gt; is over. Now I have more time to focus on my studies. But there goes all those forced exercises :/ Sokay I'll try to yknw , keep doing it. This morning was Sri Aman's sports day. It was a great day despite the fact that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;you could fry an egg on top of my head&lt;/span&gt;. 'twas super hot. Yeay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Topaz&lt;/span&gt;! We got third place , I mean we can still improve by next year. I hope so , since it'll be my last year by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and nadia held the big styrofoam of yellow house's logo when they marched. I mean we marched along lah. Tangan lenguh ok. The other cheerleaders marched along with a pom-ended stick , haha. Then the girls and I performed our cheer routine by about 12. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;We won second place&lt;/span&gt; , did i tell ya ? Haha :B Im glad tho. With all the tiring practices. &lt;br /&gt;Of course the person I wanted the most to come , didnt show up. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;LANEE&lt;/span&gt; WHERE WERE YOU ? :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has seriously sucked the life away from my soul. Srsly. Ive been tired for god knows how long. I never get enough sleep , my homework is never completely finished. Theres always something wrong. Ergh so now Im an emo chick , lolzers. My religous studies teacher asked me whether I was involved in a fight when she saw my arm. That was funny tho , imagine if I was really in a mob or a gang. EWWWW GANGS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-2970522628764979683?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/2970522628764979683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=2970522628764979683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2970522628764979683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/2970522628764979683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/04/p-p-p-passion-pit.html' title='P-P-P-Passion Pit'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4323343032431536208</id><published>2010-04-07T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:44:03.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Confusion Is Nothing New</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs511.snc3/26853_115006168515895_100000195374917_283134_2344954_n.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/131/img6785d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet connection at home has been terrible.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; the modem got struck by lightning&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome aint it ? My life has been rather hectic. And i have discovered one of the many reasons why I dont like to sit down in silence. Cause then , I'll start to think and reminisce and I'd realise how lonely I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula One or F1 whatever , was great.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Despite having to listen to the sound of burning rubber on tar without earplugs&lt;/span&gt; , it was good. A very hot day , typical day in Malaysia. I had fun during the dance performance. We had to run about 300m before arriving in front of the pit stops. I saw Deera inside one of the pit stops while running , we waved , HAHAHA. Then sweat dripped on the floor while waiting for the que. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im always at school. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Practices for cheer&lt;/span&gt;. And yesterday me , cha and lidiya went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Autism Walk's audition&lt;/span&gt;. We sang Mama Do. Saw Sarah Shakeera there as well , shiiiit shes so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at school while updating my blog , wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4323343032431536208?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4323343032431536208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4323343032431536208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4323343032431536208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4323343032431536208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/04/internet-connection-at-home-has-been.html' title='Confusion Is Nothing New'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6405080530805290702</id><published>2010-03-18T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:17:53.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Said Id Never Let You Go And I Never Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;God , this break from school sucks. Wish I had a car. So what do I usually update here ? Cause i kinda forgot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;This whole week has basically been : cheer , jamming , tuition , lepak , watch 90210 or Skins. Okay , idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; The march test sucked&lt;/span&gt;. I didnt study , not surprising. I got back like three papers , and i think i failed them all. HAHAHA ! And school really loves us yknw , increasing the passing mark and all. And my band was far too lazy and kind of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;unprepared to audition for the school's Rock N Roll night&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday , khairul told me his band was playing and that just -_________- me. But we're playing again at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Gloria Jeans this Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;. At Sunway , opposite the new Starbucks. Come la ok ? Dont go throwing tomatoes or eggs at me or sth. I is haz a new kitty. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/9519/img5723i.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/5829/img6126v.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also , everyone knows your pretty and youve got a stunning physique and the brains. But srsly stop calling me stupid cause its making you look bad even more than it is for me. Noone favours public humiliation. And I am one of those kids who get embarrassed pretty quickly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Call yourself a friend but you dont even have my best interest at heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirteen months ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6405080530805290702?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6405080530805290702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6405080530805290702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6405080530805290702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6405080530805290702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/03/said-id-never-let-you-go-and-i-never.html' title='Said Id Never Let You Go And I Never Did'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3075376422615747017</id><published>2010-03-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:59:12.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;it hurts me to see you look so good tonight&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;oh my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;god&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;have i missed you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3075376422615747017?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3075376422615747017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3075376422615747017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3075376422615747017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3075376422615747017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-boy.html' title='hey boy'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7991478868927802761</id><published>2010-03-01T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:20:19.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>In All My Spite , I'll Turn It Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kylo1gsYUH1qzg9ouo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;this year has been great&lt;/span&gt; , its march already. Everything's fine , except for the fact that Haqim has gone to boarding school. It almost feels like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;there isnt any air to breathe in&lt;/span&gt; when he's gone. Heh ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from school. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;AND GUESS WHO qualified to be apart of the dance performance for the Formula One / F1 race in Sepang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt; FUCKYEAHHHH ! Our school was the only one the choreographers went to. The others were colleges , i think. So its me , sarah d , sarah , hanis , lilo , hanna and aliah. And some others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year seems to have jump started well. Im trying to keep myself busy so that I dont notice how lonely I get now. Yknow with him being phoneless and all :/ Kthen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im in Topaz's cheerleading , literature class , the class's student council , in charge of the Photography Club's multimedia and this F1 thingy. My band wants to enter this acoustic botb at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; Lepaq in Kelana Jaya mall&lt;/span&gt; sometime during the hols. And my school's kebudayaan is having a Rock N Roll night , i kinda wanna audition for that and school proms and IU days. This is all just a draft cause i know i wont be up for it later on :) Either that or I'll be really pumped up for it then I dont pass the auditions. HEHE like bloody ICC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg pls grow up k ? "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;I wish you and haqim all the best , always.&lt;/span&gt;" Im guessing you forgot you said that ? -_- Sumpah aku tak kacau bapak kau berak. Get over yourself and stop harassing my relationship. Its been a year , are you still not over him ? Even after dating a few boys. Sapa drama queen skrg dowhzz~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im back on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;. See yall on the other side. K , 'yall'. Umg lol wut i aint britney &lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7991478868927802761?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7991478868927802761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7991478868927802761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7991478868927802761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7991478868927802761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-all-my-spite-ill-turn-it-off.html' title='In All My Spite , I&apos;ll Turn It Off'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3876176842911002614</id><published>2010-02-28T00:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:47:32.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>God Knows How Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/3449/nothinginthelight.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt; its been a year since this. of course i remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3876176842911002614?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3876176842911002614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3876176842911002614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3876176842911002614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3876176842911002614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-knows-how-long.html' title='God Knows How Long'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-1174942234030030833</id><published>2010-02-24T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:46:05.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><title type='text'>Fuck Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;Its hard. The transition &lt;I&gt;from all night long calls , seeing each other every now and then , being able to see what you're up to all time &lt;/i&gt; to you having no communication device , being far far away and me always missing your calls from payphones. Its like summer switching to winter in a day. Like seeing the atlantic ocean turn into a big bowl of dehydration. Its hard. And i miss you. So very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/4097/fdis.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-1174942234030030833?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/1174942234030030833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=1174942234030030833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1174942234030030833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/1174942234030030833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-distance.html' title='Fuck Distance'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5932363209315880407</id><published>2010-02-22T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:55:52.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg no pls no'/><title type='text'>STFU Tinchy Stryder and Amelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;What am I gonna do when youre gone ? What am I suppose to do ? &lt;br /&gt;How is it not freaky that Im still gonna have some credit left by mid-month ? And have no one to check up on , and no one to talk to before i hit the bunk ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop trying to similarize this with Green Day's Wake Me Up vid. Cause the dude died at the end. And I dont want you dead. Not yet , at least. NO LAH , PLS LA NO LAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love you k , remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5932363209315880407?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5932363209315880407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5932363209315880407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5932363209315880407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5932363209315880407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/stfu-tinchy-stryder-and-amelle.html' title='STFU Tinchy Stryder and Amelle'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7415356154645740877</id><published>2010-02-21T03:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:57:56.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>You Know I Love You So</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;Holy mother of moms , its sunday already ! Its&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; homework-awareness day.&lt;/span&gt; Sat night @ Gloria Jeans. Shit , my frnds are so nice. There was like four/five tables of my friends. From subang kids to shah alam kids to PJ kids to DJ kids. Felt so good that they were there , no shit. Kthen my mom and my brother and nadia and izhar came. My mom wah very the semangat one. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mom finally met the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. He said she was pretty and Im probably gonna look like her when i grow old. She said that hes pretty cute. Kthen he dropped a bomb on me. Then i felt like dying. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;KSRSLY , Im needy as it is :'(&lt;/span&gt; No we're not breaking up , dont throw a party just yet (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Yellow only cause his band played tht song. When i sang the wrong lyrics , i looked over at Izzat. He was laughing by the corner.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Predictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Not like anyone noticed it :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img717.imageshack.us/img717/4001/img5346.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky5k91WcVW1qa1tifo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/4272/img5319.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/396/img5362s.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/7969/img5361q.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/5233/img5365ye.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI LONG LOST BROTHERS NI HA&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7415356154645740877?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7415356154645740877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7415356154645740877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7415356154645740877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7415356154645740877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-i-love-you-so.html' title='You Know I Love You So'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-641706268732266442</id><published>2010-02-19T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:34:20.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><title type='text'>In My Desperate Endeavor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Seriously ,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; this has got to be the shortest week&lt;/span&gt; , EVER. PFFFT. Been jamming and practicing with the boys. We're playing at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Gloria Jeans this saturday night&lt;/span&gt;, no promises but do come. All is invited. The goal of trying to play Saosin's Seven Years had not been reached. Will not. Im not as badass as Anthony or Cove. Im more of like Kimberly of PCD. Cant reach tht high but still trying back there. Ok bad exmple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/100218-174031.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/100218-174014.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/100218-165332.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/100218-165329.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazman keeps telling me im &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Juliet Simms&lt;/span&gt; -_- Hzman and Ajim were jealous of Khairul/Johan/Yong Hui/Jarir/Aiman (did i miss anyone?)'s band , cse they played really well. They were in the studio after us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Your Not Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Hzman and Ajim were jealous towards the fact tht theyve been in a band together for quite some time and yet theyre still in school and all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;So i guess im lucky i got started all this shit when im 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Tad bit late , but better late than never. Tgk diorg main tu , alang2 gerak live show saosin gak ah. HAHAHHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajim and Hzman , really great guys. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Supportive as hell&lt;/span&gt;. Eventhough i know i tend to suck a lot , they'd show their support and faith. Wish Cha didnt have tht wedding sat night. Then i wouldnt have to sing alone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;A reply to lanee abt Lady gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit LZ , IKR. I hate lady gaga. If she didnt have the ass and the money , she'd gone straight to a pimp. But yes her songs are kinda addictive after awhile. WELL heck, for ICC's audition me and cha were gonna do Bad Romance ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt; My laptop came in today. Got myself a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;ruby red&lt;/span&gt; Dell , pretty cool i must say. Ive been playing with the webcam , funny as hell. I'll post a video here if i rmbr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;thx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-641706268732266442?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/641706268732266442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=641706268732266442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/641706268732266442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/641706268732266442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-my-desperate-endeavor.html' title='In My Desperate Endeavor'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7671701676961081187</id><published>2010-02-17T13:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:48:57.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Heart As An Offering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;So sunday , I bet everyone thought I'd be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;cuddling up , feeding romantic yet cheesy lines and using words like 'forever'&lt;/span&gt; for the whole 24 hours or at least 12 hours (?) HAHA , well no. Well i watched Haqim played with his band at Gloria Jeans sunway on sat night , which was before the 14th. Went home at a quarter to midnight -_- (thnks dad , srsly) Then i hung out w him again on the 14th at 11.55 , so hallelujah you can play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Boys Like Girl's Five minutes To Midnight&lt;/span&gt; in a solemn tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night of 14th , by 11 or so , parents were sleeping. My brother was out. Haqim's brother drove and picked me up from my hse and we went to SS15. Dyou know how weird it is seeing AC being shut down ? I mean like , closed for a full night. Its so bizarre. Like seeing an elephant with tiny ears. Kthen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;we talked a lot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Sang alot&lt;/span&gt; also. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Goofed a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Theres pictures where I was wearing his skter cap and his hair was tied up in a coconut tree. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;AUTISM&lt;/span&gt; , no offence ! hihihihi. Went back home by around 4 , my brother was home. But idk , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;he was either in denial&lt;/span&gt; towards the fact that im sneaking in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;or he was dead asleep&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly cant believe we've made it this far. Okay i know everyone's all "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;skejap gaduh skejap tak skejap break , baik tkyah&lt;/span&gt;" , but heck , at least we're sticking together and trying to work it out. Unlike you , who im guessing just gave up since all hope remains dead. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;THTS A NAME OF A BAND FYI&lt;/span&gt;. You probably dont know that since you're gay enough to read my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/3563/img51842.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/6805/img51792.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/7868/img51702.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/875/img51632.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_5209.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img697.imageshack.us/img697/5324/img5225n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his shirt's nice cause well , guessed bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi kthxbai ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7671701676961081187?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7671701676961081187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7671701676961081187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7671701676961081187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7671701676961081187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-as-offering.html' title='My Heart As An Offering'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4689795267594628075</id><published>2010-02-14T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:49:15.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fo sho will remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear ive been waiting for this for a long long long time. And now its here.&amp;nbsp;Im gonna keep all the sappy words for you tomorrow. But till then ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4689795267594628075?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4689795267594628075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4689795267594628075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4689795267594628075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4689795267594628075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-7271453843443916612</id><published>2010-02-10T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:54:25.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Baby Is Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Skipped school since Ive been an exhausted pessimist. Woke up feeling better after ten hours of sleep. Until &lt;a href="http://icc2010concert.blogspot.com/2010/02/audition-results_09.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And then i returned to my shitty self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;3 days to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-7271453843443916612?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/7271453843443916612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=7271453843443916612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7271453843443916612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/7271453843443916612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-baby-is-sick.html' title='Your Baby Is Sick'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3298815844497689384</id><published>2010-02-09T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:57:07.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least You Survived</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/zimbabwe.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;So long &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;little Tetris&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;little Pacman&lt;/span&gt; , the unborn. You wouldve had a great life in this household. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Especially when I've been waiting for you for a few months now&lt;/span&gt;. I wish you were here. I'd love to watch over you when you're gonna be walking around the house blind for the first week. And when you're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;learning how to walk&lt;/span&gt; , or start &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;walking sideways&lt;/span&gt;. Trying to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;catch your shadow.&lt;/span&gt; The look of joy when you can finally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;climb up the kitchen counter&lt;/span&gt;. You wouldve enjoyed it all. Stand on this jubliant ground with a family who loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris was pregnant since last year. She was due around this time. I walked in my room after an exhausting day to discover my kitty behind a rack. Leaving a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;trail of blood &lt;/span&gt;to where she was. My moisty eyes of fear. The vet told us to put her in a separate room with all her utilities and so I did. Woke up this morning , &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Came back from school , &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Brought her to the vet , &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Thats what she had in her tummy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;A bag filled with nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE GODDAMIT VET kept saying she had an abortion. A damn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;abortion is by choice&lt;/span&gt; , whereas a miscarriage is when the baby doesnt survive, naturally. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;And you call yourself a doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAIHH ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3298815844497689384?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3298815844497689384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3298815844497689384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3298815844497689384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3298815844497689384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-least-you-survived.html' title='At Least You Survived'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6604991089260584081</id><published>2010-02-07T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:36:14.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>Capsized Staring On The Edge of Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4460.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4466.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4480.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4499.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/CopyofIMG_4474.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4527.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4513.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4533.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4535.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/IMG_4553.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;TIRED TIRED TIRED TIRED. Cross-country this morning. Got the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; ticket , that has to count for something , right ? Reached within half an hour but heck it aint good enough for all yall fast kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for four+ hours last night. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Aqilah slept over&lt;/span&gt;. Well , after school yesterday , cha and i walked to the tmn paramount LRT station beside the school. Stopped at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Kelana Jaya&lt;/span&gt;. Took a cab with cha and emir to Damansara Utama / uptown. Ate at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;wondermilk&lt;/span&gt; , jammed at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Akarkarya studio&lt;/span&gt;. Practice for Interact Charity Concert(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;ICC&lt;/span&gt;)'s audition on Monday. Goofed around in the studio. Other than the songs we're planning to play during the audition , we played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Kelsey&lt;/span&gt; by Metro Station , a lil bit of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Hero Heroine&lt;/span&gt; , a lil bit of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Saosin&lt;/span&gt; , a lil bit of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Pierce the Veil&lt;/span&gt;. Waited for Qilly at Uptown for like an hour and a half , zzz -_- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;RODE ON A PUBLIC BUS for the first time in my life&lt;/span&gt; , wooo bangga jap dah reti guna. Went to KJ , switched ktm at central , headed for subang. Hence , the whole day was Subang --&amp;gt; PJ --&amp;gt; KJ --&amp;gt; DU --&amp;gt; KJ --&amp;gt; KL --&amp;gt; Subang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and here i am. Unshowered after merentas desa. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Typical &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me. Headache. Wanna see haqim tmrw but theres practice for ICC audition. SHITDAWG !!!!! I rly wna see him tmrw. haihhhhhhhh. and finally bought a Memorycard reader for my compact-flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt; 6 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6604991089260584081?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6604991089260584081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6604991089260584081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6604991089260584081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6604991089260584081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/capsized-staring-on-edge-of-safe.html' title='Capsized Staring On The Edge of Safe'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-9202437326878494435</id><published>2010-02-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:30:41.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Push The Way Off To Fight You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwtx0i4O531qao58oo1_500.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=36807054"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;School was fun. Especially the launching for the SBT title. Everyone was handed with &lt;span style="color: lightseagreen;"&gt;free ice-cream&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="olive"&gt;Sushi with Hana Saleh&lt;/font&gt; after schl tmrw , bfr house pract. Next ICC audition , 8th Feb. Passed the first round , yeay ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beau is gonna be @ &lt;font color="Darkslateblue"&gt;Saosin&lt;/font&gt; tonight ;O And his brother took the Saosin shirt i bought for him , hahahahha tsk tsk ;D Such good timing. Havent even met him yet and he's alrdy doing me a favor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-9202437326878494435?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/9202437326878494435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=9202437326878494435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9202437326878494435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/9202437326878494435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-push-way-off-to-fight-you.html' title='Only Push The Way Off To Fight You'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-6992778057282340187</id><published>2010-01-31T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:07:59.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses for not finishing Hwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Searching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;excuses for not finishing my homework&lt;/span&gt; on Google. Results :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;A sudden wind blew it out of my hand and I never saw it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had a nervous breakdown and he cut it up to make paper dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in a safe, but lost the combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am methodically testing all the homework excuses that I can find on the internet and actually bringing my homework would defeat the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't have my homework.  My family got a new paper shredder and we had to see if it was working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my home work because I left it on top of my moms car and we drove off and lost all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;riiiiiiight&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-6992778057282340187?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/6992778057282340187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=6992778057282340187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6992778057282340187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/6992778057282340187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/01/excuses-for-not-finishing-hwork.html' title='Excuses for not finishing Hwork'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-3213570284010838598</id><published>2010-01-30T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:12:23.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>January Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;So since Im doing ICT now , I have asked my parents to get me laptop. They said they'd try. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;WOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;*SHOCKER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; lisa doesnt have one&lt;/span&gt; , hahaha. Currently using mummy's. I was browsing around gadgets and shit , came across this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bing.com/shopping/content/static/br-images/image-aHR0cDovL2JsdWJlZGJ1aWEwMTo4My9pL0JBLzdENjZCNTkxQjU2MUI3RUExNzgwNDMxMzdCN0M2Ny5qcGc.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung CL80&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i thought was BEAUTIFUL ! So i googled it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Range of focusing :&lt;/b&gt; Normal , macro , auto-macro and super-macro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Iso :&lt;/b&gt; Up to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;6400&lt;/span&gt;. (LIKE WTF MAN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Lens Effects &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Fisheye , Tilt-shift and Shaded(lomo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Image Size :&lt;/b&gt; up to 14M - 4344 X 3256&lt;br /&gt;It has a 3.7" Wide Full Touch Screen Panel , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;14MP&lt;/span&gt; , has voice recording , face detection. And the best part is , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;you can upload yr pictures through WiFi &lt;/span&gt;! So theres no need for uploading through your pc whatsoever. A few clicks , and it'll be on the web. Flickr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/us/consumer/photography/digital-cameras/compact/EC-CL80ZZBPBUS/index.idx?pagetype=prd_detail&amp;amp;tab=spec"&gt;click here for more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be out by end of this year , sometime. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what laptop to buy. My dad has been insisting on getting a Macbook , but Mac just isnt really my kinda platform. He's a real Mac buff. He bought my mum the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; iPhone 3G-S&lt;/span&gt; today , pffffft -.- Im really sleepy , gnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt; 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;days to go&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-3213570284010838598?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/3213570284010838598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=3213570284010838598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3213570284010838598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/3213570284010838598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-wishlist.html' title='January Wishlist'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-8803201724849073193</id><published>2010-01-27T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:43:09.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Bless My Soul , Your A Lonely Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/Lalala.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/blabla-1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/LOLOl.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/pehehehe.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/pohohoh.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt; 1. &amp;nbsp; my physics teacher told me i got the ajk multimedia post for the &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;photog club&lt;/span&gt;. bet it was like a pity-post or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp; i got accepted into the &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;editorial board&lt;/span&gt;, under graphics, like i opted. alhamdullilah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp; then i sent in my letter to change classes. Seriously , &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;ive never felt so comfortable in a class before&lt;/span&gt;. Never. This was seriously the first time. Shit, i had sarah d, lilo, shaarmini, hana, and some of the nice girls from my previous classes. I really didnt wanna leave the pure sci. but heck, &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;i dont wanna regret it &lt;/span&gt;later on. Esp for something as big as SPM. and dont go all '&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;SPM JE&lt;/span&gt;!' on me. So yes i made up my mind to switch from pure sci to sub sci (IT). &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Whats life without sacrifices?&lt;/span&gt; sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp; There were lots of media people in school regarding the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;High Prestige School / &lt;/span&gt;Sekolah Berprestasi Tinggi&amp;nbsp;thingy. My school is now like one of the top what , ten / fifteen schools in malaysia. according to the papers, we're number 1, but idk. And i feel so bloody stupid now, cause i found out that like&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; 80+ girls got straight A's which is 52%&lt;/span&gt; out of the whole batch. yeay. great -.- So today in school, my classmates faces were on the frntpage of New straits times. its great to find out that i was next to the girl who was on the far left, which means if i squeezed in just a little, my &lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;nausea-triggering face&lt;/span&gt; might be published, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;the audition&lt;/span&gt;. Well , last time i sang in front of a group of people was when i was 10 , at Sek Ren Subang Jaya. I sang &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Jamelia's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Superstar&lt;/span&gt; which was absurd. HAHAHA! So this time , we performed &lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Oasis's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Dont Look Back in Anger&lt;/span&gt;. Then Cha and I sang while Zack and Irfan played the guitar. (shaza adrina, pls dnt call me unoriginal hehehe) Nervous tahap maximum. Boleh nampak la sbenarnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;6. &amp;nbsp; I miss you , &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; days to go &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;kthxbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-8803201724849073193?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/8803201724849073193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=8803201724849073193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8803201724849073193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/8803201724849073193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/01/bless-my-soul-your-lonely-soul.html' title='Bless My Soul , Your A Lonely Soul'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-648881097168521189</id><published>2010-01-24T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:02:28.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Leave My Door Open Just a Crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/Photo97.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;Today , i was at Cha's place. With Irfan who brought Zach and Shahrul. Irfan and Zach played the guitar while Cha and I sang along. fuish tekak sedap je skunk niew~~!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck cse damn , i am so scared we wont pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you put this all on yrself , k ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-648881097168521189?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/648881097168521189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=648881097168521189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/648881097168521189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/648881097168521189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/01/leave-my-door-open-just-crack.html' title='Leave My Door Open Just a Crack'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-5225850076787625767</id><published>2010-01-24T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:34:48.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>Felt You In My Legs Bfr I Ever Met You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/6.png" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/7.png" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/8.png" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/9-2.png" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/2.png" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/3.png" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/12.png" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="390" src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="390" src="http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv104/himynameislisa/5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerja noob hahahaha&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; School is really tiring&lt;/span&gt;. No i mean , REALLY tiring. Like a vacuum sucking out the existance of 'energy' and 'sleep' , pffft. Dgn koko lagi , fuishhhh. Right now Im only prioritising The Photog Club and Literature. &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;The rest can go di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. Actually no , i still go for House practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 22nd of January. Which marks a month after probably the &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;worst judgement Ive ever made in my life&lt;/span&gt;. Its all over now , thank god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was fun. Aisha/Cha was at my place. Then Irfan came later on. (This explains the videos on facebook) Well theres actually two videos , but one of em is just for the three of us , har har har. &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I really hope we pass it next week&lt;/span&gt;. Hanging out with them again tmrw at Cha's place. Hwork sebijik pon tak buat (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i wna change my blog banner. Since it only reminds me of the last day of PMR. Which is SO LAST YEAR ! Also getting a new headline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-5225850076787625767?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5225850076787625767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=5225850076787625767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5225850076787625767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/5225850076787625767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/01/felt-you-in-my-legs-bfr-i-ever-met-you.html' title='Felt You In My Legs Bfr I Ever Met You'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-4194494554826875500</id><published>2010-01-19T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:25:53.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop talk talk talking that Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Stop being in denial pls. Say it as much as you want before it starts , say it again when its happening. But dont deny the fact that you're doing what you said you wouldnt. Have all you want , of these things that you have lost. But at least consider my feelings as well. &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;. more &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. then add a little more &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday danial. im gonna stress on tht first word , boy.&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;birthday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jogged today. (&lt;i&gt;wow &lt;/i&gt;lisa&lt;i&gt; really?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;) YES REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-4194494554826875500?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/4194494554826875500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=4194494554826875500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4194494554826875500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/4194494554826875500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-talk-talk-talking-that-blah-blah.html' title='Stop talk talk talking that Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098892498370951912.post-280871459927688891</id><published>2010-01-17T23:24:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:18:44.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4830) I miss the high you induced in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw155pP9Bq1qa99p4o1_500.jpg" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is date of the first time i met you --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you wore the red MU jersey , i was in the long sleeved red-violet top.&lt;br /&gt;caught my eye up until now. hope i did the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098892498370951912-280871459927688891?l=lisaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/280871459927688891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098892498370951912&amp;postID=280871459927688891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/280871459927688891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098892498370951912/posts/default/280871459927688891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaameera.blogspot.com/2010/01/4830-i-miss-high-you-induced-in-me.html' title='4830) I miss the high you induced in me'/><author><name>LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02728754846486673178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Ix4o4v4Sg/Tn4uAPEEnwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XOokYOROgQs/s220/id2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
