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Hands Say Yeah'/><category term='wasting time'/><category term='Grammys'/><category term='Gail Gibbons'/><category term='fringe'/><category term='Milan Kundera'/><title type='text'>Mad Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6049318746416315542</id><published>2009-08-10T09:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:58:10.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I spent the last two months in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all you want is a giant blanket to shelter you from the perils of adulthood and the opportunity to act like a giant kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow the fuck up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6049318746416315542?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6049318746416315542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-my-harbor-till-my-ardor-trumped.html' title='In My Harbor Till My Ardor Trumped Every Inner Inertia'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-8856989769646706148</id><published>2009-06-05T17:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:36:51.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>For the last 4 1/2 years, my life has centered around one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16, he swept me off my feet. He was the boy who first took my hand, the first one to kiss my lips, and the one I jumped off my balcony for. My parents were not so keen to see that I had become so enamored by this boy, an older boy who lived overseas at that! He was my first act of rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18, he was my first friend in a new city. He took me out on the town, and we explored this great new city together. He was the one dropped everything and moved closer to me. He put up with my childish antics and adolescent whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 20. He was the one who gave me hope when I had no clue to which direction my life was going in. He was the one who came with me to new, unknown places and experiences I was unfamiliar with. He experiences my joys, calms me of my fears, the one who just wraps it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the girl who goes on and on about how amazing her relationship, when really, no one could bear to hear the cheesy details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly Say, you're the best. Congratulations on all that you've accomplished, I couldn't be more proud of you. Here's to a bright future for you (and for us).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-8856989769646706148?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8856989769646706148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=8856989769646706148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8856989769646706148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8856989769646706148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3369894390644872408</id><published>2009-06-04T20:12:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:17:02.071+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with space and type</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SieeJNnWgpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mNTnqL05Opo/s1600-h/pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SieeJNnWgpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mNTnqL05Opo/s400/pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343413364009108114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SieeJJfJsTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5_3T4F0PzkY/s1600-h/pyramid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SieeJJfJsTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5_3T4F0PzkY/s400/pyramid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343413362900971826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3369894390644872408?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3369894390644872408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3369894390644872408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3369894390644872408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3369894390644872408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-with-space-and-type.html' title='Playing with space and type'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SieeJNnWgpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mNTnqL05Opo/s72-c/pyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6216198265772995583</id><published>2009-05-28T13:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:30:45.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Raisin Bread</title><content type='html'>I had the day all to myself, which is to say, I was stuck at home by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this recipe for &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Cinnamon-Raisin-Bread-I/Detail.aspx"&gt;Cinnamon Raisin Bread&lt;/a&gt;. I took out the raisins (not a big fan), and substituted the flour for Wholewheat flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D4bNlLUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oXT2XnK8xd4/s1600-h/IMG_1913_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D4bNlLUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oXT2XnK8xd4/s400/IMG_1913_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340710476020264258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D4xFhMCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C38s1aB-jc4/s1600-h/IMG_1914_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D4xFhMCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C38s1aB-jc4/s400/IMG_1914_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340710481892028450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D4n7T66I/AAAAAAAAAEs/b-ZNS834VeY/s1600-h/IMG_1909_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D4n7T66I/AAAAAAAAAEs/b-ZNS834VeY/s400/IMG_1909_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340710479433296802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D5HJDOhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n0th5IgV3pY/s1600-h/IMG_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D5HJDOhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n0th5IgV3pY/s400/IMG_1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340710487812422162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to see, but there's little swirls of cinnamon sugar throughout the bread. And the smells wafting through my kitchen are amazing. Loves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6216198265772995583?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6216198265772995583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6216198265772995583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6216198265772995583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6216198265772995583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinnamon-raisin-bread.html' title='Cinnamon Raisin Bread'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sh4D4bNlLUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oXT2XnK8xd4/s72-c/IMG_1913_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-522520549111878706</id><published>2009-05-20T16:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:08:28.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Road</title><content type='html'>I went on a small road trip this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends from Normanby and I hauled our tent and bags into the trunk of the car and traveled for 72 hours across the coast of Victoria, also known as the Great Ocean Road. The name itself is no misnomer, the views really speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOrvTy8EWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GcoQsWjDOm8/s1600-h/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOrvTy8EWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GcoQsWjDOm8/s400/IMG_1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337798812620296546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOrvKwWK9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ceCpHaeQ6eY/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOrvKwWK9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ceCpHaeQ6eY/s400/IMG_1823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337798810193505234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOru2S--eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dUYYJIssnpU/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOru2S--eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dUYYJIssnpU/s400/IMG_1789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337798804701641186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOrvlkKpiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2GnCl1bEvRg/s1600-h/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOrvlkKpiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2GnCl1bEvRg/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337798817390175778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather wasn't great, we got rained on, our tent got flooded, and I think some of us might have gotten food poisoning near the end. But it was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-522520549111878706?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/522520549111878706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=522520549111878706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/522520549111878706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/522520549111878706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-on-road.html' title='Life on the Road'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/ShOrvTy8EWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GcoQsWjDOm8/s72-c/IMG_1887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-5315411453342247468</id><published>2009-05-15T11:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:57:27.875+10:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgzLS2slN8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/VpbKpH_xVEU/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgzLS2slN8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/VpbKpH_xVEU/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335863183307782082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;materials: typewriter, A4 paper, PVA glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-5315411453342247468?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5315411453342247468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=5315411453342247468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5315411453342247468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5315411453342247468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgzLS2slN8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/VpbKpH_xVEU/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-8159436581003167764</id><published>2009-05-14T11:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:46:24.529+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Elegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sgt3QHwikeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oCaVXFEouLk/s1600-h/type_project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sgt3QHwikeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oCaVXFEouLk/s320/type_project.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335489302394737122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fiddling around with my typewriter today, and this is what the font looks like. As you can see it has both black and red ink, with its dual color ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. But the problem lies in using it for a meaningful purpose. The lady that sold it to me asked me if I was writing a novel, and oddly enough, I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you'll be the first to know if I write that book or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-8159436581003167764?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8159436581003167764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=8159436581003167764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8159436581003167764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8159436581003167764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/retro-elegance.html' title='Retro Elegance'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sgt3QHwikeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oCaVXFEouLk/s72-c/type_project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-378243895899126466</id><published>2009-05-12T20:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:16:32.697+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry before Buyer's Remorse sets in</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I just made an extravagant purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a manual typewriter from a certain popular online bidding site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SglLlBj8AEI/AAAAAAAAADs/9JFL0LxFOC0/s1600-h/4May09012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SglLlBj8AEI/AAAAAAAAADs/9JFL0LxFOC0/s320/4May09012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334878333043474498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SglLlNklT-I/AAAAAAAAADk/DYPg32lvkZo/s1600-h/4May09011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SglLlNklT-I/AAAAAAAAADk/DYPg32lvkZo/s320/4May09011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334878336267407330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't  she gorgeous? I won with a bid of $66, which isn't too bad really, considering that I saw some go for $100+. So it's a bargain really. Right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come now tell me how awesome my purchase was. really. please. or i might go crazy seeing how broke i will become and have to live in poverty and eat nothing but mie goreng for the rest of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-378243895899126466?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/378243895899126466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=378243895899126466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/378243895899126466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/378243895899126466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurry-before-buyers-remorse-sets-in.html' title='Hurry before Buyer&apos;s Remorse sets in'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SglLlBj8AEI/AAAAAAAAADs/9JFL0LxFOC0/s72-c/4May09012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-8907389770924474041</id><published>2009-05-10T20:08:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:37:35.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Type?</title><content type='html'>I took a stroll down the quirky neighbourhood of Smith St in Melbourne's Fitzroy area, and stumbled upon a little gem: The Smith St. Bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two storey store is chock full of secondhand antiques and goodies in fantastic shape. Everything from Mod furniture, beautifully kept vintage bicycles with wicker baskets intact, authentic USSR era watches (including KGB identification passes!), and of course clothing, leather goods and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgapfYX52_I/AAAAAAAAACk/wG1m5S3SefQ/s1600-h/Aero_Aarnio_Armchairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgapfYX52_I/AAAAAAAAACk/wG1m5S3SefQ/s320/Aero_Aarnio_Armchairs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334137165250681842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sgapf8k7A1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/QMyh06W_Aqg/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sgapf8k7A1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/QMyh06W_Aqg/s320/image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334137174968959826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgapfpbSEyI/AAAAAAAAACs/MOcj9mFO7_Y/s1600-h/20c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgapfpbSEyI/AAAAAAAAACs/MOcj9mFO7_Y/s320/20c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334137169828254498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(images from various sources)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this gorgeous pink lace dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgatFCz5y2I/AAAAAAAAADM/SyhPRFQkUuU/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgatFCz5y2I/AAAAAAAAADM/SyhPRFQkUuU/s320/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334141110832450402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made in 1950s with an empire waist and scallop detailing down the skirt of the dress. And the miracles of all miracles, it was in my size. Unfortunately, as I seem to find myself in a perpetual state of broke-ness, the price tag of $120 didn't suit my ever-so-thin wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgatE0AJ89I/AAAAAAAAADE/cM1rQijG3n0/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgatE0AJ89I/AAAAAAAAADE/cM1rQijG3n0/s320/DSC00630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334141106857309138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry for the abysmal quality, only had camera phone on hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I seem to have caught a fascination for typewriters. Think about it, there was no pretention with typewriters, no fancy formatting, colors or font. Straight forward, and a retro sense of elegance the way each mechanism prints on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one. I want to type prose on my typewriter, and type love poems to my loved one, and type letters of embrace to friends and family. Something like this perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sgatv4jmJXI/AAAAAAAAADU/IS_E1TCZvGc/s1600-h/%21BR4gqHQBGk%7E%24%28KGrHgoOKjQEjlLmQu1cBK%21VcMZMcw%7E%7E_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/Sgatv4jmJXI/AAAAAAAAADU/IS_E1TCZvGc/s320/%21BR4gqHQBGk%7E%24%28KGrHgoOKjQEjlLmQu1cBK%21VcMZMcw%7E%7E_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334141846814074226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the eBay search begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-8907389770924474041?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8907389770924474041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=8907389770924474041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8907389770924474041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8907389770924474041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-your-type.html' title='What&apos;s your Type?'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SgapfYX52_I/AAAAAAAAACk/wG1m5S3SefQ/s72-c/Aero_Aarnio_Armchairs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-5039928893091425127</id><published>2009-05-08T09:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:39:22.081+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Protein?</title><content type='html'>I've been on a bit of a healthy streak the last week or so, and I'm hoping to keep it up until I head back to Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've started to take protein shakes after my morning workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alisimage.com/newsiteimages/products/gnc/bodybuilding/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.alisimage.com/newsiteimages/products/gnc/bodybuilding/300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Caramel flavoured, mixed with 250ml of water, and it doesn't taste half bad. Add that with a banana, and that's been my breakfast for the last 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it work? Well, my biceps look a bit bigger. Maybe? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-5039928893091425127?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5039928893091425127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=5039928893091425127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5039928893091425127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5039928893091425127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-love.html' title='Protein?'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-211762842456752978</id><published>2009-05-05T08:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:57:08.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was softly spoken Sophie. An enigma of a person, but most people attributed her non-chalance as trite, and often mistaken for rude.&lt;br /&gt;She was misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hardly humble Harry. No one could mistake him as being modest. He dominated any room he entered, with charm to spare.&lt;br /&gt;He was misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry: It's a sign of the times isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: What is?&lt;br /&gt;H: How everyone is clinging on to their jobs like it's actually worth something again. 2 years ago, a job was simply where you worked. Not worth your status. Not like a mansion or a fancy European car. Now that everything has been taken away from everyone, it's obvious isn't it? Your job is your only security. Even that is pretty questionable.&lt;br /&gt;S: Not quite an optimist are you?&lt;br /&gt;H: Who can afford to be an optimist these days? The glass isn't half-full, it's completely empty! there's nothing to contemplate about, because there's nothing there!&lt;br /&gt;S: Your mentality is thoroughly depressing. You of all people, when you've still got your Lamborghini parked outside.&lt;br /&gt;H: It's a Porche, Soph.&lt;br /&gt;S: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Look, I don't have to defend myself. Just because I've got still got my car, doesn't mean I shouldn't be cautious. Speaking of which, have you seen the new leather interiors?&lt;br /&gt;S: Wasn't it leather before?&lt;br /&gt;H: Yeah, but then Julie puked all over the back seat, so I had to reupholster the whole thing. You've got to check it out, the leather's Italian.&lt;br /&gt;S: What was that about being cautious?&lt;br /&gt;H: Am I on trial here or what? Look, aren't you a little threatened by this at all?&lt;br /&gt;S: Of course I am. But I've got a job. It sure as hell doesn't pay as much as yours, but you know what, It's stable. It's income. Who gives a fuck. It pays my bills and groceries.&lt;br /&gt;H: Pfft, how charming for Miss Optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;S: I never said I was an optimist, Harry. I'm a realist.&lt;br /&gt;H: What does that even mean?&lt;br /&gt;S: It means I'm not delusional. I don't have stocks tied up in corrupt investment banks, I don't have to pay insurance on a fancy car. Reality sucks. I realize that. That's why I'm a realist. I've still got to pay rent, so as long as my checks don't bounce, I could care less. *sips coffee*&lt;br /&gt;H: Well if we all thought like you, we wouldn't be in this shithole of a situation then would we?&lt;br /&gt;S: That's not what I mean. I'm not about crazy risks, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;H: What, and I am?&lt;br /&gt;S: *stares blankly*&lt;br /&gt;H: Ok, I see your point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: So anyway, are you still seeing Julie?&lt;br /&gt;H: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;S: I thought you were mad for her.&lt;br /&gt;H: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh. ok. She's not returning the favor then I see..&lt;br /&gt;H: No.. Well.. I don't know. Why are chicks so weird? One day they're all for it, the next it's like the opposite sex doesn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;S: Far be it from me to give you dating advice.&lt;br /&gt;H: So tell me then. Why did she get all flaky on me? You know her better than me, is she the bait-and-run type?&lt;br /&gt;S: Whoaa, I don't want to get in the middle of this.&lt;br /&gt;H: It's just, I keep hearing from my mates about all these chicks that are like this. They seem keen, and then all of the sudden *poof* they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;S: Maybe you just didn't hold their interest..&lt;br /&gt;H: Come on Soph, it's me we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;S: *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt; Well the way I see it is this. Girls are kind. Sometimes too kind. When they come across a potential guy, they're keen, sure, but there's always this... I don't know.. Warming up Period? Like.. does this guy meet all the criteria on my list? And well, if you come up short, girls are usually too kind to say so. So they meet up with you a few more times, just to confirm their findings, and well.. they move on. What can I say? Is it any more cruel that what guys do?&lt;br /&gt;H: Well, then what's on your list Miss Sophie? What high standards to you hold your future partners to?&lt;br /&gt;S: Umm.. I guess, for one, he'd have to be the same intellectual level as me. There's nothing I hate more than a guy who thinks he knows EVERYTHING, and there's no use dumbing yourself down for anyone. It's a waste of time. And we've got to have some common interests of course.&lt;br /&gt;H: Impossible standard number 1.&lt;br /&gt;S: What do you mean impossible?&lt;br /&gt;H: How common is it to find a good looking bloke who has a copy of Kundera on his bedside table, and listens to Bon Iver on a rainy day? I mean really. You're just looking for a male version of you!&lt;br /&gt;S: That's unfair Harry.&lt;br /&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/8596493418008719154-211762842456752978?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/211762842456752978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=211762842456752978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/211762842456752978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/211762842456752978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/05/dialogue.html' title='Dialogue'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-1560563224953867308</id><published>2009-04-30T10:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:31:00.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video Up</title><content type='html'>New Video, Old Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Namo_NsIAks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Namo_NsIAks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-1560563224953867308?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1560563224953867308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=1560563224953867308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1560563224953867308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1560563224953867308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-video-up.html' title='New Video Up'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-385956548616269273</id><published>2009-04-28T16:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:43:05.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Put</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SfalTNPmyHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHs8DSAV_fA/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SfalTNPmyHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHs8DSAV_fA/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628958430775410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture I can remember taken when I am truly, truly at my happiest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-385956548616269273?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/385956548616269273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=385956548616269273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/385956548616269273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/385956548616269273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/simply-put.html' title='Simply Put'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SfalTNPmyHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHs8DSAV_fA/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4553258950695393042</id><published>2009-04-28T16:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:40:35.924+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>A - Age: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: Washing dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dog's name: n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: A glass of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color: shades of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: I'm allergic to silver, but I think gold is gaudy. So white gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: about 5'6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play: Guitar(ish), Violin(very ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: In the Future -- Technology Consulting Analyst; Currently -- Unemployed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kid(s): Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: I'm renting an apartment with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Yulita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: Yaz, Yazzie, Say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: remove a lump on my neck that was thought to be a possible tumor at the age of 3/4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: People who say things that are unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote from a movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-I thought you were the kind of girl who knew when to say when. &lt;br /&gt;-I don't know what kind of girl I am. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left handed: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: 2 Sisters, Yumna and Yousra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: usually around 7am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Underwear: cotton panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: eggplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Ways you run late: getting back to people re Facebook/Email, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: chest, CAT scan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: cake, steak w/ red wine sauce, pizza, pastry puffs, etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo favorite: Primate exhibit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4553258950695393042?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4553258950695393042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4553258950695393042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4553258950695393042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4553258950695393042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2598616167144756286</id><published>2009-04-20T18:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:35:27.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Perez Hilton Vs. Miss California</title><content type='html'>In the first corner, you have the self proclaimed 'Queen of All Media', Perez Hilton, (in)famous gossip blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second corner, you have the blonde bombshell that represents the state of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Perez was a judge on Miss USA and as part of his judicial duties, he asked a question to Miss California as part of the interview round. His question concerned the legalization of same-sex marriage in Vermont, and if other states should follow suit. The response: absolute drivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the exchange here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XMvviFbkf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XMvviFbkf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite Marriage? Wtf does that even mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2598616167144756286?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2598616167144756286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2598616167144756286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2598616167144756286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2598616167144756286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/perez-hilton-vs-miss-california.html' title='Perez Hilton Vs. Miss California'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2538209533122921887</id><published>2009-04-15T17:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:46:56.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night Out</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a couple of my girlfriends I know from Qatar stay the night at my apartment. My cousin Nyssa and I decided to make a Girl's night out if it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a foray into baking to satisfy our sweet tooth after lunch. We found this recipe for blondies from the &lt;a href="http://ashleighsedibles.blogspot.com/2009/03/blondies-im-ready-for-throwdown.html"&gt;interwebs&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2U0aBmRvv4/Sc_I8Bo-ToI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Koq6flv9cNM/s400/blondie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2U0aBmRvv4/Sc_I8Bo-ToI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Koq6flv9cNM/s400/blondie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned out really soft in the middle, and I think we might've gone crazy with the chocolate chips. But yumm, they turned out delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then set out to the city to catch The Boat That Rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img2/boatthatrocked-tsrposter-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 436px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img2/boatthatrocked-tsrposter-full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute movie, with an amazing soundtrack, sampling all the great rock and pop tunes that the 60s had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had a bite to eat at Grill'd, whose burgers are absolutely scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set out to catch the Micheal Story Trio play at the &lt;a href="http://www.bennettslane.com/"&gt;Bennetts Lane Jazz Club&lt;/a&gt;. It was my first time there, and the place was really nice. It wasn't snooty or stuck up as I was afraid it might turn out to be. Instead, the place was really casual and cozy, with a stage just big enough to fit the trio's upright bass, baby grand, and drum kit. The music was delightful, and a nice change to what I usually listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly nights are nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2538209533122921887?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2538209533122921887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2538209533122921887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2538209533122921887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2538209533122921887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2U0aBmRvv4/Sc_I8Bo-ToI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Koq6flv9cNM/s72-c/blondie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4941681574235955922</id><published>2009-04-13T23:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:32:28.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan Moran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SeM-pa0lOQI/AAAAAAAAACI/uqv3dwo14-0/s1600-h/dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SeM-pa0lOQI/AAAAAAAAACI/uqv3dwo14-0/s320/dylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324168065777481986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dylan Moran on Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Every time he smiles, an angel gets gonorrhea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(P.S. He is fucking amazing live!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4941681574235955922?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4941681574235955922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4941681574235955922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4941681574235955922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4941681574235955922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/dylan-moran.html' title='Dylan Moran'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/SeM-pa0lOQI/AAAAAAAAACI/uqv3dwo14-0/s72-c/dylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2237740909125299119</id><published>2009-04-10T20:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:03:43.757+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiest via Bon Iver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stereogum.com/img/feist-bon_iver-the_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 252px;" src="http://stereogum.com/img/feist-bon_iver-the_park.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently stumbled upon this: Bon Iver covering Fiest's The Park. Absolutely gorgeous. Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NNCfFMp0d0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NNCfFMp0d0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=NNCfFMp0d0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=NNCfFMp0d0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=NNCfFMp0d0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=NNCfFMp0d0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/NNCfFMp0d0/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Zcr8mVl/music/OrJkeScj/bon-iver-the-park-live-on-triple-j/"&gt;The Park (Live On Triple J) - Bon Iver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2237740909125299119?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2237740909125299119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2237740909125299119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2237740909125299119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2237740909125299119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiest-via-bon-iver.html' title='Fiest via Bon Iver'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6709743217705738261</id><published>2009-04-09T16:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:30:15.227+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More Shoes</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of sky-high stilettos. I prefer comfort, and a classic style. I think &lt;a href="http://campershoes.com.au/"&gt;Camper &lt;/a&gt;does a great job of combining those characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20859-003/20859-003_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20859-003/20859-003_L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20865-002/20865-002_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20865-002/20865-002_L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20827-002/20827-002_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20827-002/20827-002_L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20797-002/20797-002_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://campershoes.com.au/winter09/data/shoes/20797-002/20797-002_C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6709743217705738261?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6709743217705738261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6709743217705738261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6709743217705738261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6709743217705738261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-shoes.html' title='More Shoes'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-1451447688263981169</id><published>2009-04-08T13:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:49:44.821+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I want these shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/1249scarfWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 505px;" src="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/1249scarfWeb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-1451447688263981169?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1451447688263981169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=1451447688263981169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1451447688263981169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1451447688263981169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-these-shoes.html' title='I want these shoes'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4252208222432348325</id><published>2009-04-07T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:38:00.145+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Love</title><content type='html'>I've got a series of videos of my covering some of my favorite songs and doing a few of my original songs. But the recordings are really sub-standard, so I'm going to try and take the time and re-record them to a more satisfactory quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out my youtube page &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/ygsof1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and in the near future look out for some more videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, check out my cover of Bon Iver's Skinny Love below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nL677hlfM2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nL677hlfM2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4252208222432348325?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4252208222432348325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4252208222432348325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4252208222432348325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4252208222432348325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/skinny-love.html' title='Skinny Love'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3442179040066065693</id><published>2009-04-07T14:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:53:44.127+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Sac Dress</title><content type='html'>I've been lusting after this dress for a while now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA0300_SeaFoam_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA0300_SeaFoam_Black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/rsa0300/RSA0300_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/rsa0300/RSA0300_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA0300_RoyalBlue_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA0300_RoyalBlue_Black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA0300_Sangria_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA0300_Sangria_Black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same dress. It can be worn in multitude ways, and it comes in a ton of different colors. I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUD$64 at American Apparel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affordable(ish), but I'm so broke this month, it's not funny. I can't wait to start work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3442179040066065693?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3442179040066065693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3442179040066065693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3442179040066065693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3442179040066065693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/le-sac-dress.html' title='Le Sac Dress'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6429770692672860962</id><published>2009-04-06T12:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:30:43.568+10:00</updated><title type='text'>On old age and aging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old ladies kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://routzen.files.wordpress.com/2006/07/old-ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 222px;" src="http://routzen.files.wordpress.com/2006/07/old-ladies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They just don't give a fuck about what society thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They die their hair crazy colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1282/737813725_e63bf2cfbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 217px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1282/737813725_e63bf2cfbd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have no qualms over yelling at someone on the Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they still have the strength to body-check you if they fear their seat on the tram will be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I'm not looking forward to getting old; having my boobs sag to the ground and have more wrinkles than one of those sharpay dogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/layout/animal/animal_69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/layout/animal/animal_69.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still, it would be pretty awesome to do what ever I want, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6429770692672860962?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6429770692672860962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6429770692672860962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6429770692672860962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6429770692672860962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-old-age-and-aging.html' title='On old age and aging'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1282/737813725_e63bf2cfbd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-5037421694922423606</id><published>2009-04-06T11:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:16:08.372+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamped, renewed and resumed.</title><content type='html'>I've got a lot of time on my hands, I thought I'd try this blogging thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-5037421694922423606?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5037421694922423606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=5037421694922423606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5037421694922423606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5037421694922423606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2009/04/revamped-renewed-and-resumed.html' title='Revamped, renewed and resumed.'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2156390864402102907</id><published>2008-07-21T00:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:15:29.011+10:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_v2n4AJQ1c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2156390864402102907?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2156390864402102907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2156390864402102907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2156390864402102907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2156390864402102907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/youtube.html' title='youtube!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6097069803085936759</id><published>2008-07-04T12:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:06:26.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakarta and its effects</title><content type='html'>I am in back in Jakarta for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the sudden I return to my former 17-year old self. Insecure, afraid, and self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is coming from the phase in my life when I thought I had it all worked out; things are going splendid in most aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I was really looking forward to coming back here for the holidays, I forgot how much bullshit and pretense I had to sift through to make it through the day. Family ALWAYS critique, Friends ALWAYS seem to be more glamorous ( am I the only that hasn't really changed? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, the tough skin is a bit itchy, but I figure I'll wear it for the few days that I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the person they want me to be, then I'll come back and be the person I've always been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6097069803085936759?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6097069803085936759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6097069803085936759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6097069803085936759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6097069803085936759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/jakarta-and-its-effects.html' title='Jakarta and its effects'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-8448017922716116874</id><published>2008-05-28T21:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:15:14.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>August equals..</title><content type='html'>Mid-way through my last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training for AUGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer declared a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I cannot wait until August. Death Cab is coming and I am so excited. Their latest album is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-8448017922716116874?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8448017922716116874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=8448017922716116874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8448017922716116874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8448017922716116874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/05/august-equals.html' title='August equals..'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-7832462750323998771</id><published>2008-05-09T10:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:41:49.422+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Break from Insanity</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know by now, I have an attention span of a goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of working on my assignments, I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;Productiveness is subjective. Unless it's measured then compared to benchmarks. Then it's objective. But that's not my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of songs that are awesome and you must listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Narrow Stairs by Death Cab for Cutie. The entire album. Yeah, it's leaked, go out there and find it. Best songs on the album are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cath..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your New Twin Sized Bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Sunlight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Will Posses Your Heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long Division&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok all of the songs really. Just go out and get the album. (Thank you Qibal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one's going to love you by Band of Horses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Augustine by Patrick Wolf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M79 by Vampire Weekend (whom I'm likely to catch in August when they tour Melbourne)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll believe in anything by Wolf Parade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lies by Glen Hansard (Once OST)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heart made of sound by The Softlights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to hell by David Ford&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang me out to dry by Cold War Kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;enjoy life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-7832462750323998771?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7832462750323998771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=7832462750323998771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7832462750323998771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7832462750323998771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-break-from-insanity.html' title='A Little Break from Insanity'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-7557954580806684501</id><published>2008-04-30T14:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:23:07.989+10:00</updated><title type='text'>University-induced Stress</title><content type='html'>We've all had it. It comes and goes, in correlation with the workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in the midst of it yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the details, but I'm up to my neck in assignments, essays, and debates to prepare. And this won't end until riiiiiight at the end of the semesters. Oh wait. Then there's exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to go back to Jakarta for a little while after that. This time, it'll be a much needed vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-7557954580806684501?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7557954580806684501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=7557954580806684501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7557954580806684501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7557954580806684501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/04/university-induced-stress.html' title='University-induced Stress'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6787114089600183097</id><published>2008-04-11T10:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:21:58.624+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Nerd</title><content type='html'>I have come across the the best luck that any Uni student could find: I have Thursdays AND Fridays off this semester. I've been praying for this timetable ever since semester 1, and it has finally blessed me with its presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how I now have 4-day weekends, how do you suppose I spend my Friday mornings? Sleeping off a major hang-over perhaps? Wrong. I am instead in a computer cubicle at Matheson Library at 10 A.M on a Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Huge Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: might make for a good indie band name. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to study here for a while, until I can meet Iqbal for his lunch break at 1, but instead, I've found myself on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I don't think I'm going to hear back from McKinsey. My CV left a lot lacking, it looked quite shite. This whole job-hunt thing is really freaking me out. One of my friends had an interview with Pricewaterhouse Coopers yesterday. How massive is that? I suppose I need to take some time and beef up my resume. That Golden Key dinner thing is next week, maybe some opportunities could arrive.  The year is still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6787114089600183097?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6787114089600183097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6787114089600183097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6787114089600183097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6787114089600183097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/04/huge-nerd.html' title='Huge Nerd'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-5060176303265999344</id><published>2008-03-21T20:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:30:45.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of sorts</title><content type='html'>Ahoy there mateys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's time to fill you in with the inner workings of my somewhat mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've settled in quite nicely at Normanby again this year. The first few days were a bit rocky, because the halls are filled with new kids this year. But I have some pretty cool people living in my wing this time around. Mostly Med students, but I won't hold that against them. Alas, it might not last long, seeing as how Nyssa and I have been on the hunt for apartments around the Caulfield area. But at this rate it doesn't look like we'll move out until next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I spent my $2000 award money on a new laptop. Yep, I've defected onto the Mac side. I am now rocking a 13' MacBook with 160GB HDD, 2GB RAM, and a SuperDrive, not including the sweeet LCD screen, and of course running Leopard. Oh, and plus my new 120GB WD Passport external hard drive is white, which goes quite nicely with my MacBook. Ah yes, I must have entered Geek heaven. Bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is going fine so far. I ended up dropping DSS for Finance two weeks in. Turns out I dislike the lecturer, and I really hate Finance, so it really didn't do it for me. I ended up taking Consumer Behaviour in Marketing instead. The lecturer shows lingerie ads (both men and women) in the lecturers, and I've got a pretty cute tutor; seems like I made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to sum it all up, this is going to be my last year *crossfingers* doing my undergrad degree. If you're going to ask me what I'll be doing next year, I'll just give you the whole 'no freakin clue' look on my face. I'm most likely going to be doing a Masters, but there's always the possibility of doing an Honours year, which gives me the opportunity of getting in the research field. But then again, a McKinsey and Company came around to do a presentation, and apparently they're looking for Business Analysts for their Jakarta office. I figure I can't really go wrong by getting accepted into such a prestigious management consulting firm, so I'm working on my CV to send it. But then again, if (and this is a huge if) I get accepted, I'll be living back in Jakarta. Ah, Jakarta, our love-hate tango relives once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy Easter everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-5060176303265999344?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5060176303265999344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=5060176303265999344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5060176303265999344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5060176303265999344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-of-sorts.html' title='Update of sorts'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3554756493480405749</id><published>2008-03-09T16:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:45:52.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again.</title><content type='html'>Alternative title: Frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I haven't written here in a while. But not much has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Melbourne, city that I love, back to the old Uni routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therein lies the frustration really.&lt;br /&gt;I did really well last year. I won the Head of School award, straight HDs, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to follow it up. Now I have to prove that it wasn't a fluke.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with this Management essay. It's only 1500 words really. But I haven't written an essay in at least 6 months, so I'm struggling. Really struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I dropped out of one of my classes on Friday. I attended two lectures and a tutorial before I realized how fucking awful the class was. So now I'm taking Marketing, three weeks into the semester. Hopefully I can catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I should be working on that essay eh? only 1200 more words to go. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3554756493480405749?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3554756493480405749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3554756493480405749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3554756493480405749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3554756493480405749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again.'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-5002669653744337532</id><published>2008-02-13T21:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:19:26.779+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in my head have been recycled over and over again. vain shallow thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet you back in Melbourne next week. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-5002669653744337532?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5002669653744337532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=5002669653744337532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5002669653744337532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5002669653744337532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-262801522994450633</id><published>2008-01-29T16:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:23:43.675+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to shoot myself in the head</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;I've got Snoop Dogg's Sexual Seduction stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;Every time my mind goes idle, then it goes straight to this song.&lt;br /&gt;oh god. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why this particular song?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I'm sexually frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-262801522994450633?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/262801522994450633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=262801522994450633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/262801522994450633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/262801522994450633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-shoot-myself-in-head.html' title='I want to shoot myself in the head'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-5404285351714369582</id><published>2008-01-28T06:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T06:30:33.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Death</title><content type='html'>Sorry, the title seems a bit morbid, but is it just me, or do a lot of people seem to be passing away recently? A couple of family relations back in Indonesia, Pak Suharto, and Heath Ledger. Not to mention my grandfather passed away around this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, how life has taken a hard turn for the boring recently. And now with my little sister away for a school trip to Dubai for a week, I'm left at home with no one to converse with (unless you could the scintillating conversations I have with my 4-yr-old sister. Those are just adorable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resorted to my laptop as my savior. It seems to be in working condition again, at least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I have some good news. Turns out I'm a recipient of the Cliff Bellamy award this year, which apparently is a "&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;$1000 prize awarded to the top student in each year level of the Bachelor of Business Information Systems&lt;/span&gt;."  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pretty crazy huh? There's a luncheon for it and everything next month, so that's something I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm just looking forward to going back to Melbourne. Seriously, I want out. I'm so mind-numbingly bored, that I'm sure that my brain cells have shriveled up for lack of interesting observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I miss my boyfriend. Bah. I miss him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-5404285351714369582?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5404285351714369582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=5404285351714369582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5404285351714369582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5404285351714369582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/01/season-of-death.html' title='Season of Death'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4499079664465892484</id><published>2008-01-15T06:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:28:32.130+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a bum.</title><content type='html'>I have not showered in a little less than 48 hours, wearing the EXACT same clothes as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last week, and specifically the last 48 hours, holed up in my house, wearing nothing but jumpers and sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My activities consist mostly of watching DVDs, reading books, online surfing, and eating, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constant&lt;/span&gt; eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, in short, become a hermit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to break this cycle. The grey weather outside (yes, apparently it DOES rain in Qatar!), has got me kind of depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go and start working out again. Or some version that seems passable, seeing as how I quit Tae Kwon Do here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to Melbourne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is fixed! After reinstalling, reformatting, defragmenting, and a mishap with installing incorrect drivers, it seems like my laptop is now in working order again. I swapped out my faulty 60GB hard drive with my 80GB external, and my dad is replacing it with a 120GB hard drive. So it looks like my specs (in terms of storage space anyways) has been upgraded! If only I didn't lose most of my music and movies. Ah well, most of those can be re-downloaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4499079664465892484?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4499079664465892484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4499079664465892484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4499079664465892484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4499079664465892484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-as-bum.html' title='Busy as a bum.'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6151478826626857425</id><published>2008-01-08T03:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:38:51.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>It's been 2008 for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick recap of my 2008 thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent New Years asleep in bed, as per usual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up at 5 and headed off to Dubai with the family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent 6 days in Dubai, shopping and sightseeing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got back home and discovered that my laptop is sick. very sick. so sick it can't reboot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I'm typing away on my mom's laptop (which is almost exactly like mine, but has a much better screen and speakers..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more day and it's 08/01/08! This marks the 3 year anniversary for my lovely monkey-boy (and I say that with full affection) and I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I predicted before that 2008 is going to be an awesome year. And except for the fact that my laptop is terminally ill (and hey, who knows? this could mean it's time for me to get a new laptop!), it's been great thus far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope the new year finds you all well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;loves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6151478826626857425?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6151478826626857425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6151478826626857425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6151478826626857425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6151478826626857425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3970946294649234762</id><published>2007-12-18T03:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:03:07.707+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Plans:</title><content type='html'>I'll be in Dubai for 5/6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be fun. Hopefully I can get my shopping on! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3970946294649234762?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3970946294649234762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3970946294649234762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3970946294649234762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3970946294649234762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-plans.html' title='New Year&apos;s Plans:'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2844407679186878822</id><published>2007-12-13T02:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T03:12:36.572+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milan Kundera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the unbearable lightness of being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Amazement</title><content type='html'>The Doha international book fair was on last week, so my mom and I went there a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a Stephen King novel, but it wasn't until I saw "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera that I was overjoyed. I'd been wanting to read this book for a while, and so I gave it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MPW90GW7L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MPW90GW7L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, without any bullshitting or farce, this has got to be the best book I have ever read. Part love story, part political novel, it's a book that I think everyone should read in their lifetime. It's not a particularly long book, but it took me about a week to read; not because it was difficult to grasp, rather it was the intensity of the ideas behind his words that they made me short of breath as I was reading it. I found it literally hard to breathe after I put the book down. The weight of his ideas were daunting, yet left me feeling lighter than air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite character has got to be Sabina; sultry, sexy, seductive Sabina. The mistress of both Tomas and Franz, though at different stages in her life. An artist with the uncontrollable urge of betraying everything and everyone she was associated with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on talking about this book, and if it was the kind of book we had to read for English in high school (though I think the sexuality entailed in this book is waaay inappropriate), I could write a lengthy essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason I love this book so much, is that I found pieces of it that related to me in a profound way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Kundera, we all need someone to look at us, and we can all be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those that long for the look of the public (an infinite number of anonymous eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those that have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, the rarest, those who live in the imaginary eyes of those are not present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I am unquestionably belonging to the third category.  Unashamedly  so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which category do you belong to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2844407679186878822?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2844407679186878822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2844407679186878822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2844407679186878822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2844407679186878822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazement.html' title='Amazement'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-364065192145112588</id><published>2007-12-09T20:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:12:24.145+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Excitement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nialler9.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/feist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nialler9.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/feist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feist, now a Grammy nominated artist, is coming to Melbourne!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to watch!&lt;br /&gt;2008  is going to be a VERY good year.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-364065192145112588?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/364065192145112588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=364065192145112588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/364065192145112588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/364065192145112588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/12/excitement.html' title='Excitement!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-1297234495658570339</id><published>2007-12-06T04:59:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:07:40.431+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minipop'/><title type='text'>New Obsession!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/GMBatTd25ss" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/GMBatTd25ss" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this band -- Minipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found their video when it was one of the featured videos on YouTube. They sound kind of like Mew, you know.. a kind of other-wordly sound that seems like it should be the soundtrack of one of your dreams. I was trolling the internet trying to find this a download for this single.. Turns out I already had it on my iTunes! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus lyrics: "Who loves you, Like I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Congrats to my boyfriend, who has officially graduated! And to top it off, he's officially accepted into the Master's program for next year. That's right Melbourne, you'll see more of us next year. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-1297234495658570339?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1297234495658570339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=1297234495658570339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1297234495658570339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1297234495658570339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-269450501808430636</id><published>2007-11-30T05:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:49:16.890+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gail Gibbons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasphemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to CNN, British teacher Gillian Gibbons, who is charged with Blasphemy in Sudan, has been sentenced to 15 days in jail as well as deportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this because she named the class teddy bear 'Muhammed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outcome of this ruling really angers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it can be used as an example for the western world to say that Islam, or rather countries that practice Muslim law, are radical and are completely void of common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me that I, being a follower of the Islamic faith, will be unknowingly lumped into this category of ultra-conservative, backwards-thinking people. If you knew me at all, you would know that my beliefs and thoughts are actually quite liberal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the thought that many, if not the majority, of countries that have a Muslim population majority have no separation between faith and government. Separation of 'Church and State' as they say in America. This leads to countries exercising Shari'a Law, which can involve such archaic punishments such as lashes. One of the possible sentences for Gibbons was  40 lashes. Really? 40 whippings because she named a teddy bear after Islam's founding prophet? In western countries, they'd call that 'cruel and unusual punishment', no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to say is that maybe separation of faith and government is a good idea. A lot of these human right violations can be boiled down to the Shari'a Law, which was made a long, loooooooooong time ago. I ask you this, what is it's relevance in the 21st century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Indonesia doesn't have this (except for the special state of Aceh, but that's another topic..) Although the way the conservative Islamic activists over there have been acting, I wouldn't be surprised if it was in the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-269450501808430636?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/269450501808430636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=269450501808430636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/269450501808430636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/269450501808430636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/11/according-to-cnn-british-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-632753444207778155</id><published>2007-11-22T02:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:01:21.335+11:00</updated><title type='text'>November 22, 2007</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'd think because I was out doing interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the mundane, mediocre tasks that I complete to round out my mundane and mediocre life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Doha, the most mundane and mediocre place that a 19 year old girl can spend her time in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend, but it's surprisingly gotten a bit easier. Maybe we've now matured into a phase where distance no longer fazes us, but just makes us stronger. But then again, what the hell do I know about relationships? Except for the fact that I'm in one I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, a couple days ago, a guy I had a MAJOR crush on in year 10, (who consequently broke my heart after leading me on for a while, and our friendship never really recovered after), actually asked me for relationship advice. How ironic and full circle is that? I didn't really know what to say, but I guess just to be honest. I realized after our conversation that I am so thankful that things never really worked between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so quick round up of my activities of almost a week in Doha.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ate Arabic food&lt;br /&gt;&gt;followed my mom around to ibu2 pengajians&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bought a new top to cover up my ass while wearing my High Kai's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;worked out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;worked out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;skyping with lovely boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bothering, and bothered by equally lovely and annoying sisters&lt;br /&gt;This is what my life will entail in the subsequent 3 months. Whoo-fricking-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so mundane and mediocre. But how can I complain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-632753444207778155?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/632753444207778155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=632753444207778155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/632753444207778155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/632753444207778155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-22-2007.html' title='November 22, 2007'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3029241586293295071</id><published>2007-10-24T20:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:24:48.211+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm Bored/Procrastinating :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     1. Where is your sister right now?&lt;br /&gt;In Doha, Qatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last place you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;errr.. at Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name five things you did today?&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, watched Numb3rs, watched Californication, studied, Tae Kwon Do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;Randi.. no wait, Kiki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson W850i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A random person yells to you "aybaybay." You....?&lt;br /&gt;look around, make sure they're not talking to me.. oh wait, they are? Shuffle away very very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;A cup of orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Bend To Squares - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's irritating you at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard is all sticky.. as in, it sticks when I type it. Grrr... need a new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Eye Color?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Has anyone told you they’re in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What color are your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;White. but with posters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is your 27th text message from and what does it say?&lt;br /&gt;You seriously think I'm going to reach out and get my mobile and check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Wake up - Get on the bike - Uni - Study - bumm at boyfriend's ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Studying? Screw that, I studied all day. Imma watch Perfume! That's what I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you want to do when you get out of high school?&lt;br /&gt;I am out of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What mood are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Content, a bit hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What concert are you going to see next?&lt;br /&gt;I really really REALLY want to see Arcade Fire! But it looks like I won't be in Melbourne for that.. No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's a movie you want to see in the theater?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really behind when it come to theater movies. I mostly watch dvds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you married/engaged?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could live in any TV show, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Californication! hahaha. Or no, maybe Pushing Daisies. Or wait, maybe Weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;The violin. Kind of. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Credit for kiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you allergic to anything?&lt;br /&gt;Metals below Gold. Yeah, i'm high class biyatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Why do you like the person you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable, silly, helps me sleep at night, and honestly, the sweetest guy in the whole world.  And he knows the deepest, ugliest parts of me, and for some reason he still sticks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How much time do you spend with the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. um, about 5 days a week maybe? Yet we're still not bored.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where will your next car ride be?&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to Piney in James's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;old teeshirt and pajama pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who made you cry last?&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie. and Transatlaticsm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Family, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you think they miss you too?&lt;br /&gt;I should hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How many credit cards do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, i get impatient easily. I have a tendency to yell when I'm impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is one thing you've learned about life?&lt;br /&gt;You learn how strong you are when everything around you starts falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt it. What do they have to be jealous of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;No. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What does your dad call you?&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin. Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What's the first thing you would do with five million bucks?&lt;br /&gt;Pay off my school tuition. No wait, buy a pair of jeans. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What does you hair look like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who is someone you have drifted from?&lt;br /&gt;High school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Who was the last person you borrowed money from?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, Doosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What did you last eat?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Kebab! It was splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Is your hair naturally curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;it's straight, but a bit wavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who was the last person you gave the finger?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really give the finger. I'd rather just say it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who was the last person you drove with?&lt;br /&gt;Asian James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Buying a new pair of jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What's your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;People who don't know when to shut the hell up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What's your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Milk Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Ears. barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;No. Fucking. Clue.&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/8596493418008719154-3029241586293295071?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3029241586293295071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3029241586293295071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3029241586293295071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3029241586293295071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-im-boredprocrastinating.html' title='Because I&apos;m Bored/Procrastinating :)'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4172890805227476205</id><published>2007-10-22T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:58:30.285+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Corby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.australianidol.com.au/images/matt_profile_279x234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.australianidol.com.au/images/matt_profile_279x234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Corby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, this post is so lame, but I just have to ooze my crazy fan-girl rant on Matt Corby, a contestant on this year's Australian Idol. He's adorable to look at, and crazy talented considering he's only 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, best part, he listens to good music. And in turn, his song choices reflect his good taste. For example, he sang Damien Rice's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blower's Daughter, &lt;/span&gt;The Verve's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bittersweet Symphony&lt;/span&gt;, and... drumroll please... last night he performed Death Cab for Cutie's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transatlaticism!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about peed my pants when he started singing that. Seriously, I did. I think I freaked out Randi actually. hahaha. Any contestant who has the balls to sing an indie song (which wasn't even out as a single), which just happens to be one of my favorite songs of alllll timeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for him. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto, end of fan-girl rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4172890805227476205?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4172890805227476205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4172890805227476205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4172890805227476205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4172890805227476205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/10/matt-corby.html' title='Matt Corby'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2401960858124217444</id><published>2007-10-20T11:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:39:12.849+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm not unfaithful, but I'll stray"</title><content type='html'>You know what feels f'ing amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to fit into my skinny skinny jeans again. Oh yes. No way are my parents going to go call me 'Fatty-Fatty-Fo-Fatty' when I get back. Not that they've ever called me that. They were more subtle in their insults. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Tegan and Sara's new album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Con. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It too feels f'ing amazing. Their producer is Chris Walla of Death Cab for Cutie. Could I love them any more? I don't think so. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/l7nsnnf7cZg" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/l7nsnnf7cZg" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2401960858124217444?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2401960858124217444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2401960858124217444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2401960858124217444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2401960858124217444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-in-your-head-tegan-and-sara.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m not unfaithful, but I&apos;ll stray&quot;'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-582877169458986509</id><published>2007-10-14T23:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:00:08.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilo Kiley - The Moneymaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mtyhWo8qngk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mtyhWo8qngk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-582877169458986509?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/582877169458986509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=582877169458986509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/582877169458986509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/582877169458986509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/10/rilo-kiley-moneymaker.html' title='Rilo Kiley - The Moneymaker'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-5404892569046210542</id><published>2007-10-14T22:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:03:23.881+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilo Kiley is back!</title><content type='html'>That's right folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking past the Clayton Newsstand  while waiting for my bus, and stumbled upon September's issue of my beloved Spin Magazine. And who should be on the cover, but the gorgeous Jenny Lewis and the rest of the lads from Rilo Kiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spin.com/features/magazine/images/2007/08/0709_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.spin.com/features/magazine/images/2007/08/0709_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gorgeous is she? What I would do to look that good in that dress. Not to mention she's dating the Irish cutie Johnathan Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo.. they're coming out with a new album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under the Blacklight&lt;/span&gt;. Check out their first single, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moneymaker. &lt;/span&gt;The song is crazy sexy, and the video is basically about the adult film industry.. so NC17 ya'll. It's a strong song, with a great beat, and like I said, crazy sexy. Trouble is, it's very different from traditional, country-twang, Rilo Kiley I'm used to. They said they wanted this album to sound like a 70's party. Interesting, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I can't wait to get my hands on this full album. It should be a pretty interesting mix of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say once again, that I would so turn gay for Jenny Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-5404892569046210542?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5404892569046210542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=5404892569046210542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5404892569046210542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/5404892569046210542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/10/rilo-kiley-is-back.html' title='Rilo Kiley is back!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-7863346402824826925</id><published>2007-10-12T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:40:59.591+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tegan and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Female vocalists have a way of calming me down. Right now I've been listening a lot to Feist, and just recently to Tegan and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. I CAN'T FUCKING WRITE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything creative and any iota of self-expression left in me has withered away dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-7863346402824826925?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7863346402824826925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=7863346402824826925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7863346402824826925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7863346402824826925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-you-in-my-heart-and-i-dont-even.html' title='&quot;I feel you in my heart and I don&apos;t even know you&quot;'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3257359017964071862</id><published>2007-09-30T19:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:09:42.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinyls are a Girl's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good feeling -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Breaking your fast with a cup of milk tea and butter cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great feeling -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Eating a toastie while waiting for Australian Idol to start. (Tonight's theme is acoustic, so if that makes me lame, then I'm guilty. haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing feeling -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out with your boyfriend in sandy beaches, making new friends, cheering like a    madwoman, and confronting my fear of roller-coasters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, life's pretty good at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh wait, assignments are due soon. Crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3257359017964071862?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3257359017964071862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3257359017964071862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3257359017964071862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3257359017964071862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/09/vinyls-are-girls-best-friend.html' title='Vinyls are a Girl&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4466045197592702524</id><published>2007-09-13T15:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:13:56.288+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams are pretty insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a dream, where something traumatic happens to you, and although it's been a figment of your subconscious, the emotional trappings of that dream sticks with you through the whole day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those last night. It was most likely PMS-induced, but I woke up feeling like absolute shit. Like all hope I had in life had been washed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries me, is not that the dream could come true. The circumstances could not really replicate itself in real life. Rather, it is frightening to wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me. Or why it chose to show me these specific images and feel particular emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mushy girl, and I need to get a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SweetDreams-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4466045197592702524?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4466045197592702524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4466045197592702524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4466045197592702524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4466045197592702524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3352399670675465753</id><published>2007-09-08T19:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:18:17.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis of Faith</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this topic for a while now. I seem to have lost some of my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, how much of it did I have in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born, and brought up in a moderately religious family. All in all, it's been good, but I'm a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=third+culture+kid"&gt;third culture kid.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my parents tried their best so that their values would overshadow all the 'bad' influences that one would get from growing up in the west, i.e. sex, drugs, and rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being brought up multi-culturally, how has that affected me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one, I am quite liberal. I have no problems with gay marriages, support the fight against global warming, hoping for the war in Iraq to end, heck, I'm even pro-choice. I'm starting to think that my views on the world are in direct contradiction with my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I believe in God, and I do try to uphold the rules of my religion. But I must confess, I haven't been the best at it. It just feels like it's all routine, something that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ingrained&lt;/span&gt; into me as I grew up. And now I'm not sure whether it made as much sense as my parents assured me that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is selfish, I know, but right now I feel that I'm not in the right point in my life to be completely committed in religion. I still need to test the waters, and satisfy certain curiosities about life. I'm not out there taking drugs and participating in 'free love' relationships, but I'm bending some of the rules that I've been brought up to uphold, and I guess guilt pangs through once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that once things have settled down, and I'm on the road to adulthood, I'll sit down and start to take this stuff seriously. Maybe that's what will happen. Or maybe I'll turn out as blasphemous heathen. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy 32 Months to my sweet little monkey-boy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3352399670675465753?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3352399670675465753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3352399670675465753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3352399670675465753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3352399670675465753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/09/crisis-of-faith.html' title='Crisis of Faith'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4056913533039069813</id><published>2007-09-05T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:44:03.952+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I do?</title><content type='html'>I see&lt;br /&gt;That you're starting to fall again.&lt;br /&gt;I saw it coming miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;What can I do,&lt;br /&gt;To stop the cycle of self-destruction&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to get yourself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being unfair,&lt;br /&gt;I know you try your best to hide from me,&lt;br /&gt;To paint me the rosiest picture.&lt;br /&gt;But I know.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they need to have a college degree,&lt;br /&gt;On how to be a good girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes I think I'm failing.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4056913533039069813?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4056913533039069813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4056913533039069813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4056913533039069813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4056913533039069813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-can-i-do.html' title='What can I do?'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-916175626631424899</id><published>2007-08-22T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:15:08.784+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again..</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is indeed, the day when we come together and celebrate the birth of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. how highly pretentious did the previous sentence sound? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today was my 19th birthday. Sweet. I'm 19! I have this thing though, where I prefer to be an even-numbered age. Like 18. 18 was sweet, it's such a round number and highly divisible by several numbers. Whereas 19, i mean it's odd. And the number 9 always had the personality of a transvestite to me.. (yess i assign personalities to numbers.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, anywhooo. It turned out to be a pretty positive day, considering how shit last year's celebration of my birth was. I baked chocolate-chip cookies and watched as friends inhaled them. Ooh, and the group and Tae Kwon Do sang happy birthday to me. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i've run out of things to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-916175626631424899?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/916175626631424899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=916175626631424899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/916175626631424899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/916175626631424899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again..'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-7094646665171295035</id><published>2007-08-16T10:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:30:23.977+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever lay at night, thinking about things and suddenly, you come up with an idea that would make a really good blog post? Yeah, that happens to me a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I fall asleep and forget about it the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this blog is total filler. Nothing deep, nothing revealing. Actually, I'm not sure what this is. I guess I just followed suit, when everyone else moved to blogspot. (To tell the truth, xanga was getting pretty old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's coming up soon (*subtlecough* AUG 22 *subtlecough*). I'm excited because my last birthday was total shit, and things look like it's going to be the opposite this year. Why? Presents of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all morally shallow to be happy with material objects, but you know, sometimes it's the little things that can lift you up when you're stuck in a completely monotonous life. My life can be so dull sometimes, that being excited about my records coming in the mail can keep me going for the next week. Hell, sometimes it's being eager to eat a hella good bowl of cereal to drag myself out of bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reason for following the charade of a meaningful life today? That it will lead me one day closer to tomorrow, where my boyfriend is going to buy me boots for my birthday. (I sound like such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cewe matre&lt;/span&gt;, but fuck off! I like boots!!) Plus it'll be a real date in a few weeks, seeing as how said boyfriend was incapacitated with a bad cold for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes well, you probably didn't need to read all that. But thanks anyway, for making my  life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and check out CSS - Cansei De Ser Sexy. Brazilian electro-pop band. The lead singer's name is Lovefoxxx. How awesome is that? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-7094646665171295035?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7094646665171295035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=7094646665171295035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7094646665171295035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7094646665171295035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-7133813657965311362</id><published>2007-08-10T10:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:27:06.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Find!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slowly searching, I found Death Cab for Cutie - Crooked Teeth EP on 7" Vinyl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the best part. It comes in 2 seperate vinyls. With two different B-sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/ac/81/2eae_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i1.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/ac/81/2eae_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the picture of the other one, but it's red and green vinyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh yeaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[end]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-7133813657965311362?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7133813657965311362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=7133813657965311362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7133813657965311362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7133813657965311362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/08/find.html' title='Find!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2949037188913042826</id><published>2007-08-04T15:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:08:17.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and You and Everyone We Know</title><content type='html'>Life is goooood, if not incredibly tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been juggling my time between lectures, Tae Kwon Do, tutoring, and taking care of my sick (and hence, a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja) &lt;/span&gt;boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up, up, up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost some weight (not enough to be noticable, but heck, 4 kgs is 4 kgs dammit!), made some new friends, and still able to to keep my studies under control (for now at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm volunteering for Monash Open Day. Hope that doesn't turn out laaaaaame, cuz I'll be stuck at uni for an extra 4 hours on a SUNDAY. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm tired, and I have to be at uni (on a SATURDAY) for tutoring. Hey, maybe this time I'll get paid! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2949037188913042826?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2949037188913042826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2949037188913042826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2949037188913042826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2949037188913042826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-and-you-and-everyone-we-know.html' title='Me and You and Everyone We Know'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-9115352425179000599</id><published>2007-07-23T20:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:27:07.809+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutal</title><content type='html'>As per my last post, I'm starting something new this semester: Not hiding in familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally up and joined Tae Kwon Do, which is something I've been wanting do since my first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first training session today, and it was brutal. Suicides, wheelbarrows, running laps; and that was just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, It felt fucking great. Busting my ass for something again does wonders for my withering ego, even though I feel like I won't be able to move my legs in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-9115352425179000599?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/9115352425179000599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=9115352425179000599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/9115352425179000599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/9115352425179000599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/07/brutal.html' title='Brutal'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-8129411801228828130</id><published>2007-07-20T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:17:05.592+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Something New...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I realize I have just quoted an overly-cheesy and fully nauseous disney song, but I'm going to try to do something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer going to hide in the safety of familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-8129411801228828130?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8129411801228828130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=8129411801228828130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8129411801228828130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8129411801228828130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/07/start-of-something-new.html' title='The Start of Something New...'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6913331158912515079</id><published>2007-06-17T19:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:12:13.709+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7&quot; vinyl record player'/><title type='text'>7" record player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/RnUAeajSAUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zrO5Ac6eEHE/s1600-h/turntable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/RnUAeajSAUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zrO5Ac6eEHE/s400/turntable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076964677453480258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lookie what I just bid on eBay&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does any one know where I can get some 7" records in Melbourne. I know that record shop on Swanston has some cool ones. Now I have a reason to check it out. Yaaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peaceandlove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6913331158912515079?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6913331158912515079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6913331158912515079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6913331158912515079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6913331158912515079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/06/7-record-player.html' title='7&quot; record player'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWWpgtSWKaM/RnUAeajSAUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zrO5Ac6eEHE/s72-c/turntable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2118111942964839830</id><published>2007-06-09T20:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:56:38.609+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Numb3rs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Exam Period</title><content type='html'>I'm in here in bed, pursuing my thoughts about whether or not I should continue studying for my exams, or continue lying here and watch yet another episode of Numb3rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third time round going through University semester exams, and maybe it's the experience of having already gone through it twice, but it seems to be a lot more relaxing that usual. I'm not as stressed or anxious as previous semesters. Possibly because I am under the illusion that I have ample time to study for these exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that really a good thing? I mean aren't we all supposed to be facing stress during exam periods? After all, a little stress goes a long way when measuring productivity. Unfortunately staying in all day and not having contact with the outside world has only produced a review of 4 weeks of lecture notes for my exam on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not really worried too much about the exam I've got next week, because, well, it's still NEXT WEEK. But I haven't even touched the material on the 2 exams I have the week after, and I'm starting to be anxious about not preparing enough for those. I think for one of those units, the exam is 70% of my final grade. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good luck to those of you going through your own exam period hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you that have already finished and are now contemplating how best to waste time; Fuck you bastards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2118111942964839830?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2118111942964839830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2118111942964839830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2118111942964839830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2118111942964839830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/06/exam-period.html' title='Exam Period'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-9038911660625224151</id><published>2007-06-05T23:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:42:27.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Fraud</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Identity is a shallow pursuit.&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are not who we claim to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the result of witty anecdotes,&lt;br /&gt;And wise quotes pasted on Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;No, those words do not define me.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not sum my integrity,&lt;br /&gt;my past, my future, my emotions, my desires&lt;br /&gt;into simple lines that will intrigue.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is identity that which we associate ourselves with?&lt;br /&gt;If I choose to identify myself&lt;br /&gt;As being a part of another,&lt;br /&gt;What will become of me&lt;br /&gt;When he is no longer mine?&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Do we define identity&lt;br /&gt;By creativity and orginality,&lt;br /&gt;Or lack of it?&lt;br /&gt;Could I introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;As ‘the one who cannot rhyme’ ?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or is Identity imprinted in our name?&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Identity,&lt;br /&gt;It seems,&lt;br /&gt;Is ever-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we hide from the world.&lt;br /&gt;Qualities that we are too ashamed to share.&lt;br /&gt;And the journey to be strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;To accept ourselves as we are,&lt;br /&gt;Is the only noble pursuit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-9038911660625224151?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/9038911660625224151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=9038911660625224151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/9038911660625224151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/9038911660625224151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/06/identity-fraud.html' title='Identity Fraud'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3363362014849774349</id><published>2007-05-31T16:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:35:03.048+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Outside Is Frightful...</title><content type='html'>... but my heater is so delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING* This post will contain severe whining and otherwise pointless self actualization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriouly though, the weather outside is truly at its shittiest form. Cloudy, windy, dark, and rainy. It could be the weather, or it could be that I may be pms-ing, but I am in a seriously pissy mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. I feel like going shopping and slurging some.. But alas, I only have $44 to my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3363362014849774349?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3363362014849774349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3363362014849774349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3363362014849774349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3363362014849774349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='The Weather Outside Is Frightful...'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-6050919856970791863</id><published>2007-05-30T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:01:15.201+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Why is self the hardest one to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-6050919856970791863?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6050919856970791863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=6050919856970791863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6050919856970791863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/6050919856970791863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-is-self-hardest-one-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-7209445298285113352</id><published>2007-05-27T15:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:00:13.504+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had a revelation..</title><content type='html'>So my little sister is doing a researching indie music for her Lang. Arts class, and decides to hit me up for some information. ( I know what you're thinking, I've trained her well. Mwuahahahahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baroque_pop"&gt;wikipedia &lt;/a&gt;for some details, and start digging around about baroque pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Modern baroque pop, characterized by an infusion of orchestral arrangements or classical type composition within an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indie_%28music%29" title="Indie (music)"&gt;indie&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indie_pop" title="Indie pop"&gt;indie pop&lt;/a&gt; setting, is usually referred to as &lt;b&gt;chamber pop&lt;/b&gt;, and sometimes &lt;b&gt;chamber rock&lt;br /&gt;-Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow.. The Beach Boys were like the pioneers of this. I downloaded Pet Sounds, and I was really suprised. It's all melodramatic, and for a split second I though I was listening to The Shins. Whoaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note:&lt;br /&gt;I'm fasting today, and i've got about and hour and half before I can eat. whoopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-7209445298285113352?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7209445298285113352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=7209445298285113352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7209445298285113352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7209445298285113352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-had-revelation.html' title='I just had a revelation..'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4924177917221320094</id><published>2007-05-23T08:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:53:07.324+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!</title><content type='html'>So last night was the CHYSY concert. I am still recovering. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors at HiFi opened at 7.30, so Iqbal and I got there at 7. We though it was a bit weird how there were so little of us waiting in line in front of the door. Turns out the show didn't REALLY start until 10. That is if you don't count the opening band, which I can't remember their name. Hmmm. They were, nyeh, ok.. they had a few decent songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait for CYHSY to actually get on stage was excruciating. Not to mention the number of people surrounding me who were smoking and thus causing me to be slightly suffocated. But wow, when they finally played, it was AMAZING. I have never moved so much at a concert. It was full of energy from start to finish (although I am greatful they played a couple of their slower songs so I could have a break from all the... err.. dancing, if you could call it that, that I was doing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, plus the lead singer is oh so cute, with his hippie shirt and newsboy cap. *sigh* Too bad I don't have any picture, my camera phone, while it has 2MP capabilities, does not suffice at concerts. Boooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the show ended at 11.30ish and I was throughly dehydrated and sweating so badly. Not to mention I probably smell like alcohol, and definitely smelled like a mixture of 3 brands of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the apartment at around 12.30 and watched the season finale of Heroes. It was.. a bit disappointing. Nyeh, they summed  everything up all nice and neat, and all sentimental and stuff. Ah well, hopefully season 2 doesn't dissapoint....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4924177917221320094?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4924177917221320094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4924177917221320094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4924177917221320094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4924177917221320094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/clap-your-hands-say-yeah.html' title='Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-918640901897546066</id><published>2007-05-21T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:06:46.511+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>Or more like new background.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays, I spend time drawing that out instead of working on assignment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I productive???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMMORRRROOOOOOWWWWWWW !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-918640901897546066?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/918640901897546066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=918640901897546066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/918640901897546066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/918640901897546066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-1251006322408211688</id><published>2007-05-15T14:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T14:43:08.138+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual Studio.NET'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clap Your Hands Say Yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><title type='text'>Where has all the time gone?</title><content type='html'>And why does Microsoft Visual Studio . NET (2003 version mind you) take ages to install?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Questions that shall never be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in the library, wasting time before I have a lecture to go to in 20 minutes. Figure I might as well install this software I need for my assignmet. Turns out it's taking aaaages. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot wait until this month is over. 3 more assignments due in the next two weeks, all of which are a bit impossible for me to do on my own. Grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have to look forward to is the CYHSY Concert next week. It's going to kick balls! I so cannot wait. It's been too long since I've been at a good music concert. For those of you who haven't heard of CYHSY (read: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah)... well you suck. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I promise I'll try an make a better format for this. I can't really be bothered, what with all the assignments bogging me down. On the other hands, since I'm taking a unit in web applications, it might as well be good practice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-1251006322408211688?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1251006322408211688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=1251006322408211688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1251006322408211688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1251006322408211688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-has-all-time-gone.html' title='Where has all the time gone?'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4891092041576558032</id><published>2007-05-07T21:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:06:42.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That when I put on my headphones and music surrounds me, I get a chill up my spine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatting with best friends that are too far away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting phone calls from best friends that are just ridiculously far away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling a boyfriend that only lives 10 minutes away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being openly tolerant in all that I face in this world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judging assholes and bitches that I may meet in this world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding 3-inch heel Steve Madden shoes for AUD $30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having deep conversations about religion, sex (or lack thereof), and abortion with my wing-mate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out with people that don't judge me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving people who somehow find good in me and love me too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the new episodes of Heroes before any of my other friends do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding that I have more courage than I think I do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking lustfully&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making long and pointless lists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My little sisters; I'd give my life to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing 2,000 word essays 2 days early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding spare time when it's not expected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding money in your pockets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about all the things that I may or may not encounter in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing in my 3-inch heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spell-checkers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that if I die unexpectedly, I wont start decomposing because I was found a week later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that if I die unexpectedly, I'll have touched some people on this Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is still some good, although it's hard to find somedays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sound of Ben Gibbard's voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking introspectively&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You. For reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*EternalLoveandSweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4891092041576558032?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4891092041576558032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4891092041576558032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4891092041576558032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4891092041576558032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love.html' title='I Love'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-2856985924152748751</id><published>2007-05-05T15:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:12:23.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Blasko</title><content type='html'>If you know me at all, you know I'm a music buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the music I typically listen to, its all american stuff. Death Cab, Clap Your Hands, Bright Eyes, Rilo Kiley, Wilco, all hail from different parts of the US. Sure, I listen to some British (Radiohead/Muse) and Canadian(Arcade Fire) stuff now and then, but now that I live in Australia, I've noticed how there's an abundance of really good Aussie Artists out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Missy Higgins and Holly Throsby, and Josh Pyke, all singer-songwriters in their own right. But these days, I've been really enjoyin the sounds of Sarah Blasko. She's been around a while, and I think she just released her newest album, What The Sea Wants,The Sea Will Have, this year. Anyway, her stuff is really great, and I just love female vocalists with an aussie accent. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to upload the YouTube video, but it's being an ass wipe.&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, here's the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf3tkU08B08&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-2856985924152748751?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2856985924152748751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=2856985924152748751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2856985924152748751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/2856985924152748751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/sarah-blasko.html' title='Sarah Blasko'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-1732442601888645434</id><published>2007-05-03T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:49:42.931+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiderman'/><title type='text'>Quick Review of SpiderMan 3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/userpics/movie160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 555px;" src="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/userpics/movie160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got home from watching Spidey 3.  It was longer than I expected. Halfway through it I was bored out of my mind and I kept thinking that I just wasted $12. But the movie redeemed itself near the end. The finale fight scene was pretty good, all that you'd expect Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. It was cheeeeeesy. Not to post any spoilers it features an emo, hip-gyrating, asshole of Peter Parker. And the first two adjectives just make the last one plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'd give it a 5ish/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-1732442601888645434?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1732442601888645434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=1732442601888645434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1732442601888645434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1732442601888645434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/05/quick-review-of-spiderman-3.html' title='Quick Review of SpiderMan 3..'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-3844027489533601940</id><published>2007-04-30T15:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:13:34.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you think..</title><content type='html'>.. that we are all beings of lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so goddamn tired of being so lusty all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you surge of pubescent hormones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not going to Spiderman 3 Screening tonight. Must... work.. on.. marketing essay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I just lost my wallet!! And a kind Arabic man(who was somewhat creepy, he tried to speak arabic to me, which I have had bad experiences with in the past) found it, so I had to haul ass back to campus and retrieve it. Sadly, my ATM card has already been discontinued. No more using ATMs for the next week. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-3844027489533601940?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3844027489533601940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=3844027489533601940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3844027489533601940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/3844027489533601940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-you-think.html' title='Don&apos;t you think..'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-8340264515937547310</id><published>2007-04-30T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:03:24.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Feet Under</title><content type='html'>.. yeah, I know it's old news. This show has been around since 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my defense, I was 13 when it first came out, and I wouldn't have appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's fucking awesome, and I totally have the hots for one of the main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm such a tv whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3 Secret Screening at Melbourne Central tonight. I don't know if i'm going. Boyfriend's being pretentious so I might just go with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-8340264515937547310?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8340264515937547310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=8340264515937547310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8340264515937547310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/8340264515937547310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/04/six-feet-under.html' title='Six Feet Under'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-1052087509779989326</id><published>2007-04-27T12:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:42:07.031+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipster'/><title type='text'>Hipster Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.threadless.com//product/414/zoom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.threadless.com//product/414/zoom.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Hmm... I'd Tag that.&lt;br /&gt;*drooool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.. courstesy of &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/"&gt;threadless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-1052087509779989326?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1052087509779989326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=1052087509779989326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1052087509779989326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/1052087509779989326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/04/hipster-doll.html' title='Hipster Doll'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4210358575263792204</id><published>2007-04-25T22:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:52:16.717+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurity'/><title type='text'>Insecurities</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, I'm happy, giddy-even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the amount of insecurities and frustration can really take its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of insecurities include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;body image: Ok, every girl in the world has body image issues, and to that, I'm no exception. My hips are too wide, my hair is too thick, my face is too pimply, my butt is too saggy, my boobs are too big, my feet are too rough, my thighs are ginormous, my nose is too flat, the circles under my eyes are too dark, my clothes size increased from a 12 to a 14, my weight is also steadily increasing. Sometimes I have good days. Sometimes I have bad days. But most of the time, I just try to not give a shit, and repress all the thoughts that tell me I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;academia: I used to be top of my class. And now it means shit.  Cuz I've slipped to the top 20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;social environment: I can feel so alone in a group of people. All my friends in the dorm drink and club and smoke weed. Whereas I tend to stay in and sleep by 11. So you can imagine where tensions would set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relationship: This is the kicker. I have a lovely boyfriend. I do. But everyday I fear he's going to leave me. He's given me no indication at all that he will. Yet, I can be so close to him, and miss him so badly at the same time. I fear that in the last 2 years, we've grown complacent, and him sticking with me is only in a matter of habit, and that one day he'll leave. For something, or someone, better. Paranoia? Yes. It is. I'm sick. Or maybe it's hormones?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes. Let's blame this entry on the raging supply of hormones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4210358575263792204?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4210358575263792204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4210358575263792204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4210358575263792204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4210358575263792204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/04/insecurities.html' title='Insecurities'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-4191058381348557623</id><published>2007-04-24T10:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:05:22.179+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fringe'/><title type='text'>New Haircuts Are Painful</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in the previous post, I got a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a fringe. Which I haven't have in about.. ever. I don't remember ever having a fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I have one, I'm finding it very VERY annoying. And the fact that I have NO hair tools to keep this problem managed is so frustrating that it's distracting me from studying for the test that I have in 4 hours. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fact that I now have to go out and BUY hair tools (hairdriers, brushes, etc) throughly depresses me as I seem to be finding myself in perpetual broke-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tempted to cut the fucking thing off. But alas, it is just hair, and it does grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-4191058381348557623?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4191058381348557623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=4191058381348557623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4191058381348557623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/4191058381348557623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-haircuts-are-painful.html' title='New Haircuts Are Painful'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596493418008719154.post-7996823503203043121</id><published>2007-04-23T20:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:44:51.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I missed writing random thoughts onto electronic paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogspot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I cut my fringe. And now I look so prim and proper and all innocent. Hahahaha. If only you knew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596493418008719154-7996823503203043121?l=yghaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7996823503203043121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596493418008719154&amp;postID=7996823503203043121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7996823503203043121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596493418008719154/posts/default/7996823503203043121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yghaliya.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>*yasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321770705151438416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
