<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:27:53.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voltage running through her skin.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-6500601735640852539</id><published>2009-10-24T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:41:34.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blog.&lt;br /&gt;electricxriot.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life stories just bring me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6500601735640852539?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6500601735640852539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6500601735640852539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6500601735640852539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-375243554855823888</id><published>2009-10-23T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:57:21.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause then it hits you that your at a complete loss. what do you do when you want to cry but the tears refuse to come? i'm wrecked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-375243554855823888?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/375243554855823888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-then-it-hits-you-that-your-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/375243554855823888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/375243554855823888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-then-it-hits-you-that-your-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-4951789855978032417</id><published>2009-10-22T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:13:29.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.... i love how random people get into fights with me because they have no life. yeah, i'm a huge slut bitches. be jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-4951789855978032417?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4951789855978032417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4951789855978032417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4951789855978032417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-9209253956339208533</id><published>2009-09-22T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:48:47.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You show up like a hurricane, all hungry eyed and weather stained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;1.32 am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SrkLbwAzCPI/AAAAAAAABn8/OR2I14WIFj4/s1600-h/6420_143557470198_506675198_3779944_3373062_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SrkLbwAzCPI/AAAAAAAABn8/OR2I14WIFj4/s320/6420_143557470198_506675198_3779944_3373062_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS is what you get for not taking nicer pictures with me babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told you I wouldn't forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the most perfect words to describe you, or to say to you for that matter, but I can certainly try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months ago, without any warning, this (impossibly tall) boy walked into my life.&lt;br /&gt;The first word he ever said to me was 'bye'.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that it was only the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;On the 13th on February, he talked to me on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation lasted for 4 hours, which is... pretty amazing because I am shit at conversations. I learnt more about him in that 4 hours then I have with people who I've known for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed, we became close pretty quickly. Then came Sports Day- the first time I hugged him. ( Yes baby, I still remember. It was right after you ran, you were all sweaty and icky and I was with Tesh. ) It was... a pretty good hug. I remember liking the fact that he had really strong arms haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is history :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 blissful months with you, and you still leave me ecstatic every time. You've stuck by me throughout all the shit that's happened, even though we both know I'm a mess you don't deserve (despite what you think!). Every time I'm with you, I have this huge-ass sappy lovesick teenage girl smile on my face, because your the only person that can make me feel THAT happy and, trust me, I wouldn't trade those moments in for anything. I love everything about you- hell, I even miss you when I'm all wrapped up in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you. I know your a nerd at heart, you like anything to do with war, you wanna do something epic when you grow up... I know &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. Your familiar, your comfortable, you are my safe haven. Which is probably why your that one person I'd go crawling back too when I'm all teary-eyed and torn inside. I love you so much it scares me sometimes, and I think I'm only uncaring and cold because if I let it sink in... I'd be an emotional train-wreck of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be 'forever and always', but your my present, and for now... you are all I want. &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; are enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all yours, baby.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-9209253956339208533?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/9209253956339208533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-show-up-like-hurricane-all-hungry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/9209253956339208533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/9209253956339208533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-show-up-like-hurricane-all-hungry.html' title='You show up like a hurricane, all hungry eyed and weather stained.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SrkLbwAzCPI/AAAAAAAABn8/OR2I14WIFj4/s72-c/6420_143557470198_506675198_3779944_3373062_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-4670036749569551878</id><published>2009-09-15T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:18:44.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god i'm sinking in, right back into my sins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-4670036749569551878?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4670036749569551878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-let-me-have-my-way-i-swear-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4670036749569551878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4670036749569551878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-let-me-have-my-way-i-swear-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-2927649108351429302</id><published>2009-09-12T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T04:48:34.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting here with a bar of kitkat and food in my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mai&lt;/b&gt;'s 17th was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My English class buddy / 'de-stress' friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks that she's leaving to Canada at the end of the year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast last night though, despite the blisters that are forming on my feet. My friends are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Zalea&lt;/b&gt;'s surprise party thing is today but I can't make it cause my parents are being anal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reckon I've been going out too much too so yeaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not see the point of updating my blog because even though I want to, half my readers don't know the people I'm talking about and wont get the jokes I write about so it's kinda potong steam right... Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-2927649108351429302?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2927649108351429302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-here-with-bar-of-kitkat-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2927649108351429302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2927649108351429302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-here-with-bar-of-kitkat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-194247133657472414</id><published>2009-09-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T05:13:43.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided not to move because i'm too lazy to figure out how to control tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;so... lately i've been feeling like an insubstantial mess, quite possibly because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i am too tired to function properly, or&lt;br /&gt;b) because i couldn't seem to care less about practically anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what's the point? i have too much shit of my own going on,&amp;nbsp; just add the increasing piles of homework + tests = me, struggling to keep sane. doesn't help that karma totally beat me in the ass today (lol) but wow, i really need to de-stress before i go all mental on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I dont think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd never see just what were meant to be '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-194247133657472414?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/194247133657472414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/decided-not-to-move-because-im-too-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/194247133657472414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/194247133657472414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/decided-not-to-move-because-im-too-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-2616792469674417217</id><published>2009-09-03T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:36:19.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chain me free</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has breakfast at Tiffany’s and no one has affairs to remember.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just to get things straight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not fazed one bit by the things people are calling me. I mean, why should I bother? I've got other friends anyway. The only bit that does bother me is that some of you used to matter, and you should know me better then just to jump to conclusions this fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People in KDU are probably the biggest gossipers ever. I'm sorry, but how did news that 4 people know, get round to the whole school? -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish people would stop being afraid of hurting me / my feelings because really, I &lt;i&gt;can &lt;/i&gt;take it + you should have just told me everything instead of telling my boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-2616792469674417217?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2616792469674417217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/chain-me-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2616792469674417217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2616792469674417217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/chain-me-f.html' title='chain me free'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-9170627894735209630</id><published>2009-09-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:13:53.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sp0qlb8mEAI/AAAAAAAABmA/P0rcLM3pSUE/s1600-h/dfwux1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sp0qlb8mEAI/AAAAAAAABmA/P0rcLM3pSUE/s320/dfwux1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know "This is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren't pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;- via pleasefindthis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-9170627894735209630?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/9170627894735209630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-hold-eye-contact-for-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/9170627894735209630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/9170627894735209630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-hold-eye-contact-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sp0qlb8mEAI/AAAAAAAABmA/P0rcLM3pSUE/s72-c/dfwux1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-5065509066569569087</id><published>2009-08-31T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:57:42.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeekend Blues.</title><content type='html'>Wow, people actually do read my blog. I'm surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did my weekend go?&lt;br /&gt;One word: &lt;i&gt;Memorable&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-5065509066569569087?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5065509066569569087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/weeeekend-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5065509066569569087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5065509066569569087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/weeeekend-blues.html' title='Weeeekend Blues.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-5101798185771461379</id><published>2009-08-27T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:11:37.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe me.</title><content type='html'>Because I need to let out some steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what I'm supposed to expect from anyone anymore,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I care about you, but it doesn't mean that I won't hurt you. I warned you that getting this close to me would guarantee you pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't even recognize the person that I am (and turning into) anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-5101798185771461379?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5101798185771461379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/breathe-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5101798185771461379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5101798185771461379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/breathe-me.html' title='breathe me.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-1007721911711206909</id><published>2009-08-24T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:24:08.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>je veux te voir- yelle</title><content type='html'>my weekend was pretty interesting...&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i'm extremely tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Ben's 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SpKEVLRhxTI/AAAAAAAABlo/OzVA_tR5xVI/s1600-h/bensparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SpKEVLRhxTI/AAAAAAAABlo/OzVA_tR5xVI/s320/bensparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373502804744848690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat:&lt;br /&gt;Novia's 16th @ Bayu Terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't drink. I'm a good girl.. but yeah,this party was pretty damn fun. My legs were in pain the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SpKF8Javx3I/AAAAAAAABl4/DUnrDLK73JA/s1600-h/novias2.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/_XEzsh45eM64/SpKF8Javx3I/AAAAAAAABl4/DUnrDLK73JA/s320/novias2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373504573773170546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Phoebe, Arathi, Marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SpKF7vBgVlI/AAAAAAAABlw/QyjUjs6yVxs/s1600-h/novias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SpKF7vBgVlI/AAAAAAAABlw/QyjUjs6yVxs/s320/novias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373504566687979090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Yashmay, Novia, Lornaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Facebook. All in all, t'was pretty fun. Except for the fact that fasting has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-1007721911711206909?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1007721911711206909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-veux-te-voir-yelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1007721911711206909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1007721911711206909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-veux-te-voir-yelle.html' title='je veux te voir- yelle'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SpKEVLRhxTI/AAAAAAAABlo/OzVA_tR5xVI/s72-c/bensparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-6179591945706115033</id><published>2009-08-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:29:41.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is paralyyyyzed.</title><content type='html'>Still hard to believe i'm an IB student, but trust me, I am starting to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what runs through my mind daily nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to go home to a mountain of homework.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;- I need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;- I have homework.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I WILL lose 2 kg's by the time this year is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, one more question before my Business case study is officially done. and then History? UGH. Speaking of, had a history debate today- we lost by friggin' half a point. Damn potong. Oh well. Been having History 3 days in a row. Lemme tell you, that's not fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the ramblings of a fifteen year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6179591945706115033?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6179591945706115033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-paralyyyyzed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6179591945706115033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6179591945706115033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-paralyyyyzed.html' title='this is paralyyyyzed.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-1804178255187713651</id><published>2009-08-18T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:57:10.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_XEzsh45eM64/SoqsM9xHhnI/AAAAAAAABlg/A0uY8l2qrCs/s1600-h/6420_143521045198_506675198_3779271_8086037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SoqsM9xHhnI/AAAAAAAABlg/A0uY8l2qrCs/s320/6420_143521045198_506675198_3779271_8086037_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294844331722354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 months down, hopefully way more to go.&lt;br /&gt;you've been there through the tears and stupid fights and my moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;the only one who can handle me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-1804178255187713651?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1804178255187713651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-months-down-hopefully-way-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1804178255187713651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1804178255187713651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-months-down-hopefully-way-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/SoqsM9xHhnI/AAAAAAAABlg/A0uY8l2qrCs/s72-c/6420_143521045198_506675198_3779271_8086037_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-4487484545441503020</id><published>2009-08-16T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:19:27.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby i'm helpless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SogFwaHqtcI/AAAAAAAABlY/oHUP07rOEq8/s1600-h/20081002180519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SogFwaHqtcI/AAAAAAAABlY/oHUP07rOEq8/s320/20081002180519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370548884842657218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week has been a flurry of stress, ulcers and well... yeah. according to google the ulcers were caused by stress which just plain sucks because i really, really feel the pain which makes it impossible to eat anything sour. (i am a sucker for sour candy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mtv worldstage was last night- pretty good imo. SO stressful i tell youuu. rushed up and down to send mai off and shizz. i was sweating by the time i got IN the concert -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend + good music + htf + moshpits = love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the post party after but we met pixie lott and aar chilling at the lounge first :) god, tyson was so drunk at the post party he was dancing on the table lol. went back at 3 am and tash + jas you suck for not going you bish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell the truth... i'm only blogging because i need more reason(s) to procrastinate my work because my entire body is aching and sigh it's just another lazy sundayy...&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/4529143545033574169-4487484545441503020?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4487484545441503020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-im-helpless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4487484545441503020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4487484545441503020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-im-helpless.html' title='baby i&apos;m helpless.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SogFwaHqtcI/AAAAAAAABlY/oHUP07rOEq8/s72-c/20081002180519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-6529434208843600576</id><published>2009-08-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:23:01.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this boy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(isn't it always a boy?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his pretty much stolen my heart like nobody else has.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'll admit, i'm a total bitch with him sometimes but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've gotten to the point where i'd be a mess without him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have no idea if that should scare me or not,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's ever made me this happy before, so,&lt;br /&gt;if everybody (and i know there are people) is wondering why i'm still with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there it is. the complete truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6529434208843600576?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6529434208843600576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6529434208843600576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6529434208843600576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-6852521167727864557</id><published>2009-08-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:50:20.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of IB today.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely worse then I expected, and I don't know if I'll be able to cope... but it'll all pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know I'm such a fool for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've got me wrapped around your finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6852521167727864557?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6852521167727864557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-ib-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6852521167727864557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6852521167727864557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-ib-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-8438592055942803282</id><published>2009-08-04T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:08:14.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title &amp; Registration- Death Cab For Cutie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Snh2V1puoTI/AAAAAAAABk4/ZKQc2ADj7KE/s1600-h/15flo34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Snh2V1puoTI/AAAAAAAABk4/ZKQc2ADj7KE/s320/15flo34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366169073563377970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, school's starting in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm starting IB in a day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared shitless for it, hell, I might even be contemplating suicide by the middle of the gruelling 2 year course, so, pray for me guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed the past 2 months of holidays... even though I lost my camera in the process. I'm in love with the UK, and I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; imagine studying there in the near future. No, I'm definitely not looking forward nor am I ready to face the hectic hell I call school, but it's not like I can run away to NY to make a living in Gossip Girl sets or anything. (sigh Taylor Momsen i envy you.) I can already imagine the work piling up, along with the tuitions and all the other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kill&lt;/span&gt;. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been updating my blog very much, but I just have this sudden urge to keep my life private, yknow. I might still keep this open though, cause there are times where I need to express my creative side (aka writing). So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a short stretch of 2 months can feel like ages. I even feel like I've changed in a way. I'm definitely head over heels for that boy, he makes me happier then I've ever been in a relationship, and we've lasted for a really long time (in my world.) He taught me how to trust again, but that isn't what changed. I dunno, there's just.... something I can't quite place my thoughts on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, screw it, I'm happy, that's all that matters anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm 2AM lovesick and half delirious so I shall drag my freezing ass into my snuggly bed now. Bye loves. Don't expect a proper update anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-8438592055942803282?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8438592055942803282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/title-registration-death-cab-for-cutie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8438592055942803282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8438592055942803282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/title-registration-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='Title &amp; Registration- Death Cab For Cutie.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/Snh2V1puoTI/AAAAAAAABk4/ZKQc2ADj7KE/s72-c/15flo34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-8722923652531711134</id><published>2009-08-01T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:56:12.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I</title><content type='html'>Delete this blog? I'm getting too lazy to post anything, because I've been moodswinging way too violently these days, and my life isn't very interesting anyway. plus I've found dailybooth, which I prefer way more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:140%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MY SUMMER PLAYLIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1) 1901- phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;2) you're so foxy- no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;3) dead disco- metric.&lt;br /&gt;4) you've got the love- florence and the machine.&lt;br /&gt;5) bulletproof- la roux.&lt;br /&gt;6) skatesteak- mr oizo &amp;amp; tellier.&lt;br /&gt;7) sink into me- taking back sunday&lt;br /&gt;8) meddle (ebola remix)- little boots.&lt;br /&gt;9) professional suicide- ladyhawke.&lt;br /&gt;10) the girls- calvin harris.&lt;br /&gt;11) baby baby baby- make the girl dance.&lt;br /&gt;12) trash- the whip.&lt;br /&gt;13) mirror error- the faint.&lt;br /&gt;14) lisztomania- phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;15) boys with girlfriends- meiko.&lt;br /&gt;16) 1963- rachael yamagata.&lt;br /&gt;17) zero- yeah yeah yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;18) after hours- we are scientists.&lt;br /&gt;19) i cut like a buffalo- the dead weather.&lt;br /&gt;20) girl with one eye- florence &amp;amp; the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i've been listening to those songs way too many times for my own good. so, i decided i'd share the love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-8722923652531711134?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8722923652531711134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/should-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8722923652531711134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8722923652531711134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/should-i.html' title='Should I'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-6043029843184050768</id><published>2009-07-31T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:30:42.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SnLws-2e5RI/AAAAAAAABko/6sVM1-t9dkA/s1600-h/n602419702_2076673_7251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SnLws-2e5RI/AAAAAAAABko/6sVM1-t9dkA/s320/n602419702_2076673_7251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364614761728107794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SIXTEENTH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years of you knowing me :p (that was lame.)&lt;br /&gt;love you long time bish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6043029843184050768?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6043029843184050768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6043029843184050768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6043029843184050768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear.html' title='dear...'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SnLws-2e5RI/AAAAAAAABko/6sVM1-t9dkA/s72-c/n602419702_2076673_7251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-1704699269213551143</id><published>2009-07-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:38:26.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got The Love- Florence and The Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sm8qcWyytUI/AAAAAAAABkg/TNTbvnpJBXk/s1600-h/Photo+53.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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sm8qcWyytUI/AAAAAAAABkg/TNTbvnpJBXk/s320/Photo+53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552347864872258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my more expensive purchases, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back. My internet has been down but it's fine now. No, I'm too lazy for a proper post. Maybe tomorrow. Right, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Because as usual, I knew it was too good to be true. Love never wanted me, but I stubbornly insisted on diving headfirst into it even though I was aware of the consequences. No, I don't want to talk about it and no, I'm not okay.&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/4529143545033574169-1704699269213551143?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1704699269213551143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-love-florence-and-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1704699269213551143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1704699269213551143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-love-florence-and-machine.html' title='You&apos;ve Got The Love- Florence and The Machine'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sm8qcWyytUI/AAAAAAAABkg/TNTbvnpJBXk/s72-c/Photo+53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-2569676114414667672</id><published>2009-07-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:56:17.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosy and colddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SmOkZiqTNiI/AAAAAAAABkY/2gHaP9UqC84/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SmOkZiqTNiI/AAAAAAAABkY/2gHaP9UqC84/s320/Photo+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360308740208932386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI bbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night here. Extended the stay by one night just because we could :)&lt;br /&gt;I love this place. So sad I have to leave! Watched HP with momma today and I liked it. Tom Felton so the emo, yummers. AND CORMAC! Hahaha, poor Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought 3 boxes of kettle chips to bring home. Sigh, freak I am.&lt;br /&gt;See you in 2 days! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-2569676114414667672?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2569676114414667672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/cosy-and-colddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2569676114414667672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2569676114414667672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/cosy-and-colddddd.html' title='Cosy and colddddd'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/SmOkZiqTNiI/AAAAAAAABkY/2gHaP9UqC84/s72-c/Photo+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-2310372998774716851</id><published>2009-07-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:20:21.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sl-Y_2lR2RI/AAAAAAAABkQ/jbSXb-q7Klc/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sl-Y_2lR2RI/AAAAAAAABkQ/jbSXb-q7Klc/s320/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359170304345233682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night in with kettle sweet chilli chips (MY NEW FAVVV) and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's pouring outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day here tmrw :( gna watch wicked, i'm excited! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-2310372998774716851?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2310372998774716851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-in-with-kettle-sweet-chilli-chips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2310372998774716851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2310372998774716851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-in-with-kettle-sweet-chilli-chips.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sl-Y_2lR2RI/AAAAAAAABkQ/jbSXb-q7Klc/s72-c/Photo+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-7925463225602597666</id><published>2009-07-14T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:27:37.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Slxdch5xI5I/AAAAAAAABkI/UK9BbcHc1Pc/s1600-h/z0903232FreddieStroma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Slxdch5xI5I/AAAAAAAABkI/UK9BbcHc1Pc/s320/z0903232FreddieStroma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358260401382433682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Stroma who plays Cormac McLaggen in HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. Kill. Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-7925463225602597666?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7925463225602597666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/fred-stroma-who-plays-cormac-mclaggen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7925463225602597666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7925463225602597666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/fred-stroma-who-plays-cormac-mclaggen.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Slxdch5xI5I/AAAAAAAABkI/UK9BbcHc1Pc/s72-c/z0903232FreddieStroma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-3402172058767798882</id><published>2009-07-13T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:22:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the boy's mother thinks i'm a diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so. your thoughts? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-3402172058767798882?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3402172058767798882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys-mother-thinks-im-diva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3402172058767798882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3402172058767798882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys-mother-thinks-im-diva.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-7996921288948663996</id><published>2009-07-11T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:01:05.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we are who we want to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SlkYx_c6p3I/AAAAAAAABkA/BZ2r-6CuGoc/s1600-h/1oxh7m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SlkYx_c6p3I/AAAAAAAABkA/BZ2r-6CuGoc/s320/1oxh7m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357340478859290482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talking to the one and only right now who's awake (for some odd reason) at 7 am on a Sunday. Love you baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been eating far, far too much here. It's not funny. Currently staying at the countryside, which is bloody gorgeous. I love it. However, its off to London on Monday. Going to shop until I literally get sick of clothes (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jas, I know you miss me you loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ely, you too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4529143545033574169-7996921288948663996?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7996921288948663996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-we-are-who-we-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7996921288948663996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7996921288948663996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-we-are-who-we-want-to-be.html' title='Because we are who we want to be.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SlkYx_c6p3I/AAAAAAAABkA/BZ2r-6CuGoc/s72-c/1oxh7m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-7694153585883223026</id><published>2009-07-07T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:13:52.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in a few hours. I'm probably bringing my laptop because 10 days with no communication = torture and my Macbook is pretty light so hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that boy&lt;/span&gt; and the bestiesssss :(&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but on a brighter note, it's UK. Who can be miserable there?!&lt;br /&gt;Blog in a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-7694153585883223026?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7694153585883223026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-im-leaving-in-few-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7694153585883223026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7694153585883223026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-im-leaving-in-few-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-2126809245333811374</id><published>2009-07-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:45:00.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just waiting for the fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like another pre- packaged smile, about to be introduced to the meaning of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I'm walking into another hidden trap that I didn't know existed in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in front of everyone else, I pull myself together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so that smile remains permanently on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's so much easier then letting them watch me fall apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should've known it would kick in sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-2126809245333811374?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2126809245333811374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-waiting-for-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2126809245333811374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2126809245333811374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-waiting-for-fall.html' title='Just waiting for the fall.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-3726313528039082471</id><published>2009-07-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:51:04.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is A Place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sk42emTIFyI/AAAAAAAABjo/BIrg1r6aGA4/s1600-h/z105748693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sk42emTIFyI/AAAAAAAABjo/BIrg1r6aGA4/s320/z105748693.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354276906294843170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to? (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as you can see, I crashed at Jas's place on Wednesday cause I was going to sneak into KDU for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramount Championship&lt;/span&gt; the next day. Webcammed with Akram &amp;amp; Ben, both of whom got chosen for NS. (gotta admit though, imagining them bald just makes me want to die laughing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't sleep the whole night, literally. Just lay in the dark doing no shit, with Jas happily dead next to me -__- But when I lack sleep, the next day... oh, I was definitely hyper alright. The performances were pretty good, except for a select few which was rather shit. The decorations were way tacky though. Then again, I wasn't surprised once I found out who designed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was mummy's birthday, and she insisted we go out for dinner. The boyfriend came along, and I'm preeeeettty sure my family like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adores&lt;/span&gt; him. I know my mom does and I definitely do. So it's all good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to be seeing him for the next 2 days too, but hey, cut me some slack okay. I'm leaving to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th&lt;/span&gt;, for 10 days. Shops, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-3726313528039082471?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3726313528039082471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3726313528039082471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3726313528039082471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-place.html' title='Love Is A Place.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sk42emTIFyI/AAAAAAAABjo/BIrg1r6aGA4/s72-c/z105748693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-3444429597341089047</id><published>2009-06-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:57:24.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkpDxFxsWCI/AAAAAAAABjY/wirNG0Dfx58/s1600-h/freeaks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkpDxFxsWCI/AAAAAAAABjY/wirNG0Dfx58/s320/freeaks.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353165617726511138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha doublee sleepoverrr. :D :D :D&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/4529143545033574169-3444429597341089047?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3444429597341089047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-doublee-sleepoverrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3444429597341089047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3444429597341089047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-doublee-sleepoverrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkpDxFxsWCI/AAAAAAAABjY/wirNG0Dfx58/s72-c/freeaks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-5508947275328950244</id><published>2009-06-30T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:32:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAS IS COOL-ER :O :O :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Skovs2EaFMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/GAjL7Rp92PM/s1600-h/hiii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Skovs2EaFMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/GAjL7Rp92PM/s320/hiii.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353143554558006466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tomorrow we sneaky sneaky into the hall :D&lt;br /&gt;this is while waiting for her boyfriend and bennnn to finish practicing. YOU LOVE ME IMAN :D&lt;br /&gt;toorah!&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/4529143545033574169-5508947275328950244?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5508947275328950244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/jas-is-cool-er-o-o-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5508947275328950244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5508947275328950244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/jas-is-cool-er-o-o-o.html' title='JAS IS COOL-ER :O :O :O'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Skovs2EaFMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/GAjL7Rp92PM/s72-c/hiii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-2547212115982802106</id><published>2009-06-29T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:47:59.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkkZuHumfCI/AAAAAAAABjA/eHHVKDff8kg/s1600-h/z182000708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkkZuHumfCI/AAAAAAAABjA/eHHVKDff8kg/s400/z182000708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352837912245730338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it odd how one phone call from that one person can change your entire day?&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, toes freezing and all, completely ecstatic with everything.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it's been only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; who's able to make me feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-2547212115982802106?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2547212115982802106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/isnt-it-odd-how-one-phone-call-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2547212115982802106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2547212115982802106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/isnt-it-odd-how-one-phone-call-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkkZuHumfCI/AAAAAAAABjA/eHHVKDff8kg/s72-c/z182000708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-5457844673789909633</id><published>2009-06-28T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:45:14.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get down in Barcelona, I like romancing like no tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elyas Izzat turned 16 on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Happy Belated, other bestfriend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkcfZ0p_GQI/AAAAAAAABio/Y-9do-Yq4-w/s400/Photo+45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352281210645059842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I've been spending practically everyday with Jas. It's not even funny. (the things I do for you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Curlers with her to go do our hair on Friday which took like 5 hours. No joke. Thank God it was worth the time and money, cos I'm really happy with my new haircut. I got it straightened too which is why my hair looks kinda different now :) Like, finally right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was a chill session with the other 2 idiots at Curve. Eventually ended up going to Ikea for meatballs and they decided to steal my cake. Even though it wasn't me who bought it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole day just stonning at home yesterday, and I got some new shit for my room so I was 'organizing' it (it'll probably be a mess in about 2 days anyway). But yeeah, preetty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was sposed to go for a facial today but their not replying their phones so I'm prolly just going to go tmrw. Could've gone to the gym with Jas but I'm feeling rather lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it. Taaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-5457844673789909633?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5457844673789909633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-get-down-in-barcelona-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5457844673789909633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5457844673789909633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-get-down-in-barcelona-i-like.html' title='Let&apos;s get down in Barcelona, I like romancing like no tomorrow.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/SkcfZ0p_GQI/AAAAAAAABio/Y-9do-Yq4-w/s72-c/Photo+45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-1709167552193513679</id><published>2009-06-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:29:28.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT2vhGLSiD4&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgejbLJsSI0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;probs my favorite skins scenes EVERRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCH IT OR DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that goes out to you, jas (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-1709167552193513679?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1709167552193513679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1709167552193513679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1709167552193513679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-3948631315488135140</id><published>2009-06-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:36:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkKNygvo_JI/AAAAAAAABh8/ukUfG00yTkY/s1600-h/35irern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkKNygvo_JI/AAAAAAAABh8/ukUfG00yTkY/s400/35irern.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350995206192299154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just because I miss you like crazy right now.&lt;div&gt;And because I would do anything to be somewhere else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I know you hate blog PDA but I couldn't help it, and I know you still love me :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4529143545033574169-3948631315488135140?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3948631315488135140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because-i-miss-you-like-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3948631315488135140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3948631315488135140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because-i-miss-you-like-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/SkKNygvo_JI/AAAAAAAABh8/ukUfG00yTkY/s72-c/35irern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-5765003135863194307</id><published>2009-06-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:22:04.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead disco, dead punk, dead rock &amp; rollll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; today, platinum class (Y). Ely's sister got us the tixxx cause he was so eager to watch it (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys were going gaga over Megan Fox, gotta admit though, she's hot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 3am, Zee Avi's Bitter Heart is playing, and for the past 2 hours I've been looking at fashion websites. There's a box of leftover icecream cake + Ben and Jerry's in the fridge, so if I grow fatter the next time you see me, that's the explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 things I'm positively sure of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(TWILIGHT RIPOFF LOL)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Kaya Scodelario is possibly the most gorgeous 17 year old EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I need to learn how to sew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I have a shoe fetish. If y'all ever wonder what to buy me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEooVS04-I/AAAAAAAABhE/4RFovksPYQs/s1600-h/scan0008gya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEooVS04-I/AAAAAAAABhE/4RFovksPYQs/s400/scan0008gya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350602505668846562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEo-3jC4II/AAAAAAAABhU/ZDOFrdBihKI/s1600-h/kaya-scodelario-20090307-497589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEo-3jC4II/AAAAAAAABhU/ZDOFrdBihKI/s400/kaya-scodelario-20090307-497589.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350602892820799618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEo-g7oxkI/AAAAAAAABhM/cM_mnC0GMag/s1600-h/20090322131603.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEo-g7oxkI/AAAAAAAABhM/cM_mnC0GMag/s400/20090322131603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350602886749931074" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;SO GORGEOUS. LOVE HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEon-JMl2I/AAAAAAAABg8/3aZY4aburqM/s1600-h/oddFQDb7dnb57pjkFuZlnm1Bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEon-JMl2I/AAAAAAAABg8/3aZY4aburqM/s400/oddFQDb7dnb57pjkFuZlnm1Bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350602499454441314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEqXz7P7xI/AAAAAAAABhs/N95XpAjYd8k/s1600-h/oddFQDb7doy5docbdonqfxXNo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEqXz7P7xI/AAAAAAAABhs/N95XpAjYd8k/s400/oddFQDb7doy5docbdonqfxXNo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350604420856934162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEqXhYlxkI/AAAAAAAABhk/trjHNxaIgOQ/s1600-h/oddFQDb7donmfo8xyq1aCFcGo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEqXhYlxkI/AAAAAAAABhk/trjHNxaIgOQ/s400/oddFQDb7donmfo8xyq1aCFcGo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350604415879726658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEqXTo2dsI/AAAAAAAABhc/2LuoWZ-NUm4/s1600-h/oddFQDb7do2inrydSfBBBfqlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEqXTo2dsI/AAAAAAAABhc/2LuoWZ-NUm4/s400/oddFQDb7do2inrydSfBBBfqlo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350604412189832898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;credits to shoelust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot believe I just dedicated an entire post to shoes and Kaya. That can't be good... Oh well, I'm off to watch Skins Season 3 again, 'cause I'm bored and I have an unhealthy crush on that show.&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/4529143545033574169-5765003135863194307?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5765003135863194307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/watched-transformers-today-platinum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5765003135863194307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5765003135863194307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/watched-transformers-today-platinum.html' title='dead disco, dead punk, dead rock &amp; rollll.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SkEooVS04-I/AAAAAAAABhE/4RFovksPYQs/s72-c/scan0008gya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-2638737910437680633</id><published>2009-06-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:34:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled me again, honest eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sj5SWohgOcI/AAAAAAAABg0/L3sp3inTAN8/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firefox is being a pain in the butt, it won't allow me to upload pictures, so I'll use Safari instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-size:33px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sj5SWohgOcI/AAAAAAAABg0/L3sp3inTAN8/s400/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349803956151269826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sj5P6vvpZJI/AAAAAAAABgc/jXZ-b4QvYSY/s400/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349801278030046354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting in touch with his 'inner child.' :p (he was being forced to play.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sj5NfBJCUII/AAAAAAAABgU/a22kRK0rmhA/s400/IMG_2327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349798602640347266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Dubai. I look like a wreck but who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sj5P6ygU0sI/AAAAAAAABgk/DbKMeR9lHQY/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349801278771090114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why/how we're related. I think this explains Tash's nickname to her. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sister's birthday was yesterday, and because my uncle got a promotion or whatever, we celebrated it at some Thai restaurant near my house. It was utter chaos, I'm not even joking. With the amount of cousins I have, it's not like there's anything else to be expected. Little kids running around fighting each other and screaming their butts off, while we just stone. Then, it was off to my house because the adults wanted to eat durians. More laughter + chaos. Poor Akram was forced to webcam with me and witness the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a headache by the time everybody went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father's Day was celebrated at Shangri-La. Didn't start off very well because everybody was too busy arguing, but it ended in peace thank God for that. Good food, good food :) Thanks for taking care of me + buying all my useless shit even though you think they're... useless. Love you daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-2638737910437680633?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2638737910437680633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/fooled-me-again-honest-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2638737910437680633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2638737910437680633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/fooled-me-again-honest-eyes.html' title='Fooled me again, honest eyes.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sj5SWohgOcI/AAAAAAAABg0/L3sp3inTAN8/s72-c/IMG_2310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-4868774176926937061</id><published>2009-06-20T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:53:03.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjyxZnb1X7I/AAAAAAAABgM/egQJY9iyEJ4/s1600-h/The-Gorgeous-Jensen-Ackles-jensen-ackles-40870_374_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjyxZnb1X7I/AAAAAAAABgM/egQJY9iyEJ4/s400/The-Gorgeous-Jensen-Ackles-jensen-ackles-40870_374_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349345511049879474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bloody hell, I really should start watching Supernatural.&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/4529143545033574169-4868774176926937061?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4868774176926937061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloody-hell-i-really-should-start.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4868774176926937061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4868774176926937061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloody-hell-i-really-should-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjyxZnb1X7I/AAAAAAAABgM/egQJY9iyEJ4/s72-c/The-Gorgeous-Jensen-Ackles-jensen-ackles-40870_374_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-3217289751958348679</id><published>2009-06-19T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:41:44.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjwDKFfaMAI/AAAAAAAABgE/YJ-9bG64IGk/s1600-h/30ued4z.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjwDKFfaMAI/AAAAAAAABgE/YJ-9bG64IGk/s400/30ued4z.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349153929216798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you know who you are ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, my week has been pretty unproductive except for the fact that I've gotten a new guitar (and I've been playing it nearly everyday, yay me!), and I went to the gym twice. Chilled at Jas's house for a bit on Wednesday to watch 90210, which I still need to finish with her and caught 17 Again with akram, ben and ely today. I've watched it already but I'm a good friend :) and Zac Efron is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smokin'&lt;/span&gt; hot so that didn't hurt ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dad's cousin's over here, visiting from Egypt. I don't even know why, it's so random, and I pity him cause the guest room is right next to my room which means he has to listen to my horrible guitar skills. I've got this strange urge to like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt;, but it's not like anybody reads this piece of shit anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...I also have a massive crush on Bon Iver. Seriously, it's not even funny. Gosh, my toesies are freezing, the a/c remote disappeared and wow, I can hear birds chirping outside. Jas tells me I've got massive eyebags, which I do, so here's a lesson for now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NEVER, ever start sleeping as late as I do, unless you wanna have massive purple eyebags which, trust me, are not going to do your face any justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, turraaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-3217289751958348679?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3217289751958348679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-love-with-your-honor-im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3217289751958348679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3217289751958348679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-love-with-your-honor-im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love with your honor, I&apos;m in love with your cheeks.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjwDKFfaMAI/AAAAAAAABgE/YJ-9bG64IGk/s72-c/30ued4z.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-4689439221340838885</id><published>2009-06-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:12:04.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advertising. Because they deserve it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvV_SqFSHqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/NvV_SqFSHqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kck2FZnSM-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/Kck2FZnSM-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHRhTW0UPMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/pHRhTW0UPMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 favorites. Can't wait till the album. SO good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-4689439221340838885?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4689439221340838885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-advertising-because-they-deserve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4689439221340838885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4689439221340838885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-advertising-because-they-deserve.html' title='Good Advertising. Because they deserve it.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-1430009468789756565</id><published>2009-06-18T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:17:32.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Moon related post. Because I am a freak when it comes to this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjpnJaZw1qI/AAAAAAAABf8/Fb-E4i4_TO4/s1600-h/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjpnJaZw1qI/AAAAAAAABf8/Fb-E4i4_TO4/s400/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700918859749026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So... I was doing my weekly youtubing/ googling on New Moon, when I stumbled upon this set of pictures- as you can guess, it's Bella and Edward in Italy. Now, because I'm a nice (selfish) person, I am not going to post up the video where Rob is all broody and sexy with his seemingly new-found 6pecs. (I kid you not, I died too.) See, in Twilight, his body wasn't all that appealing. And then I found these pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As a hormonal, 16 year old girl I would just like to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GO FOR IT, KRISTEN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I know I'm not the only one who finds this picture smolderingly sexy. I mean, their making out, with his shirt off, in friggin' ITALY. You must be MENTAL if you think it isn't hot. *dies* Of course, I still ship Jackson Rathbone. Fo' life, bitches.&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/4529143545033574169-1430009468789756565?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1430009468789756565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-new-moon-related-post-because-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1430009468789756565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1430009468789756565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-new-moon-related-post-because-i.html' title='Another New Moon related post. Because I am a freak when it comes to this.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SjpnJaZw1qI/AAAAAAAABf8/Fb-E4i4_TO4/s72-c/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-3039569839570730693</id><published>2009-06-16T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:19:57.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; "&gt;The cinders they splinter, and light the path, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; "&gt;these strange steps trace us back, trace us back.&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/4529143545033574169-3039569839570730693?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3039569839570730693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/cinders-they-splinter-and-light-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3039569839570730693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3039569839570730693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/cinders-they-splinter-and-light-path.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-3973911350794640151</id><published>2009-06-16T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:55:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-3973911350794640151?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3973911350794640151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-wow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3973911350794640151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3973911350794640151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-wow.html' title='Like wow.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-5201354680455691915</id><published>2009-06-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:53:47.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love eminem</title><content type='html'>YOURE A ROCKSTAR ! EVERYBODY WANTS YOU  , BABAYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-5201354680455691915?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5201354680455691915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-eminem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5201354680455691915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/5201354680455691915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-eminem.html' title='i love eminem'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-6355743103664701440</id><published>2009-06-12T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:12:31.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3,4 tell me that you love me more.</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom brought her Bangkok, and it's my 2nd night here. Been eating like shit, and the shopping is pretty good though nothing much has caught my eye. But the foood.... yum. Orgasmic, I tell you. I got 2 FREE pairs of Nike shoes because my dad's friend owns a Nike factory. I don't usually wear sport shoes out but these are pretty. One is shiny, and you know how much I like free things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.08 and there's this nagging feeling at the back of my head telling me that sleep is gonna be near impossible tonight. I'm at this point of life where everything is just... calm, and I just know that something's going to eventually go wrong somewhere. I feel like I haven't earned the right to be happy or something, which is plain ridiculous because (I don't think) I need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6355743103664701440?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6355743103664701440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/1234-tell-me-that-you-love-me-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6355743103664701440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6355743103664701440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/1234-tell-me-that-you-love-me-more.html' title='1,2,3,4 tell me that you love me more.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-6978057954415604040</id><published>2009-06-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:40:48.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Off to&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in 4 days.&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/4529143545033574169-6978057954415604040?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6978057954415604040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-bangkok-tomorrow-see-you-in-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6978057954415604040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6978057954415604040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-bangkok-tomorrow-see-you-in-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-7081974225258935623</id><published>2009-06-05T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:27:52.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchblade.</title><content type='html'>Wow this week has been considerably... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jasmine's Sweet Sixteen&lt;/span&gt;, a surprise party thrown by Ee Lin and Tash. The theme was candy, which explains all the pinkness. I gotta say, they sure made it work. Spent that night partying instead of studying Algebra and English (WHICH i did well in), but I think I totally failed Algebra. ANYWAY, I had a blast, and pretty soon the best friend will be able to drive. YEAHHHYUHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioVTjTZgWI/AAAAAAAABfk/XxxKJpvRsso/s1600-h/IMG_2927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioVTjTZgWI/AAAAAAAABfk/XxxKJpvRsso/s400/IMG_2927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344107333466816866" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioVTMqmEqI/AAAAAAAABfU/jqf7qmO98dk/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioVTMqmEqI/AAAAAAAABfU/jqf7qmO98dk/s400/IMG_2896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344107327390093986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'the bitch and the barbie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat for my last paper, Geometry, and then it was brunch with mother @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alexis &lt;/span&gt;where we had one of those heart to heart talks. OU after, with a bunch of people (I honestly cannot remember so shut up.) Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt; which is a friggin' awesome movie, and if you haven't heard, I also... got my nose pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellz yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioR5SEcAlI/AAAAAAAABe0/htuVK-rxjY0/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioR5SEcAlI/AAAAAAAABe0/htuVK-rxjY0/s400/Photo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344103583629181522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mitchell&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azita's&lt;/span&gt; farewell thing. It was a pool party but I didn't swim... as if I was the only one. Left halfway through the thing to go shisha with a few of the girls @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Solaris&lt;/span&gt; (no point naming them cos 90% of you wouldn't know them haa.) Lol, the topics we ended up talking about were just TOO hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cab ride back to the condo was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;. The cab driver couldn't stop burping. I literally mean this- he burped like every 2 seconds, and we couldn't stop laughing. I swear, he has like this... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;chronic burping disease&lt;/span&gt; or something. I nearly died in that cab okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOOOL BABY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had each class for 15 minutes, pretty fun because all we did was sign yearbooks and stuff. Seeing how I didn't buy one, I just signed everyone else's. Took pictures, gossip, the usual. And SUMMER BEGINS! YESSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioYj2VIzNI/AAAAAAAABf0/cLwZAQ8T6io/s1600-h/4529_88309923177_588803177_1988247_3942370_n.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/_XEzsh45eM64/SioYj2VIzNI/AAAAAAAABf0/cLwZAQ8T6io/s400/4529_88309923177_588803177_1988247_3942370_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344110911987174610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Yashmay and Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SioYjqgSx_I/AAAAAAAABfs/Zeoi7BR5XfY/s1600-h/4529_88305583177_588803177_1988193_4122359_n.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/_XEzsh45eM64/SioYjqgSx_I/AAAAAAAABfs/Zeoi7BR5XfY/s400/4529_88305583177_588803177_1988193_4122359_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344110908812740594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lorna the history genius, Me, Yashmay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tesh's&lt;/span&gt; house at like 2 and stoned while waiting for everyone else to arrive. I got hungry (as usual) so we walked to McD's for lunch. Jas, Ely &amp;amp; Akram arrived and we watched like half of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Push&lt;/span&gt; before the dudes got bored and then we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Unborn&lt;/span&gt;. BLOODY HELL, THAT MOVIE SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME OKAY. Iman= not a horror movie person. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Phoebe's party&lt;/span&gt;. I gotta admit the first 2 hours were rather awkward because the KDU and MKIS people didn't really mingle but after they got drunk... damn. Things got fun alright. Lorna found someone to stalk, Akram, who got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;insanely high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'lectured'&lt;/span&gt; by Novia... who was also high and Mai was like begging Jas to come to MKIS. (Which, I completely agree with. YOU SHOULD SO COME JAS WE NEEEED YOUUUUUU). Yeah, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures yet though cause nobody's posted it up yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the party Phoebe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, which is Saturday, I have a kenduri to attend where my grandma will probably screw me because of the nose piercing I got. Oh well, it's so worth it. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright goodbye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-7081974225258935623?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7081974225258935623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/switchblade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7081974225258935623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7081974225258935623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/switchblade.html' title='Switchblade.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/SioVTjTZgWI/AAAAAAAABfk/XxxKJpvRsso/s72-c/IMG_2927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-7727050803848950948</id><published>2009-06-01T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:30:44.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CALLING DEMIE AND JASSY JASSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;hl=en&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/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-7727050803848950948?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7727050803848950948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/calling-demie-and-jassy-jasssssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7727050803848950948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7727050803848950948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/calling-demie-and-jassy-jasssssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-3111706473724935544</id><published>2009-05-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:56:45.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SiKyNS4YfuI/AAAAAAAABek/fAMOj-jBnBU/s1600-h/n602419702_2076420_73.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/_XEzsh45eM64/SiKyNS4YfuI/AAAAAAAABek/fAMOj-jBnBU/s400/n602419702_2076420_73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342028049491197666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;You've stuck with me through thick and thin, and no matter how bitchy or annoying i get, you've never gotten mad at me. You always lent me a listening ear and gave me advice when I needed it. You're an amazing friend, even though I may not always be one. Hope you enjoyed your party, and sorry I can't stay over and spend your birthday with you like last year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4529143545033574169-3111706473724935544?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3111706473724935544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-pp-y-s-w-e-e-t-s-i-x-t-e-e-n-j-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3111706473724935544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3111706473724935544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-pp-y-s-w-e-e-t-s-i-x-t-e-e-n-j-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SiKyNS4YfuI/AAAAAAAABek/fAMOj-jBnBU/s72-c/n602419702_2076420_73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-2340727276758491926</id><published>2009-05-30T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:48:24.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SiDknU1mLyI/AAAAAAAABeQ/DH15Q_Wo-0o/s1600-h/z180903082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SiDknU1mLyI/AAAAAAAABeQ/DH15Q_Wo-0o/s400/z180903082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341520522320949026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4529143545033574169-2340727276758491926?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2340727276758491926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2340727276758491926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2340727276758491926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SiDknU1mLyI/AAAAAAAABeQ/DH15Q_Wo-0o/s72-c/z180903082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-3399833069423225473</id><published>2009-05-27T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:04:14.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams. Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sh1pNiZ8A0I/AAAAAAAABd4/wiUQJinaJvw/s1600-h/4491_110782195539_751795539_3194231_7244993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sh1pNiZ8A0I/AAAAAAAABd4/wiUQJinaJvw/s400/4491_110782195539_751795539_3194231_7244993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340540414426088258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;specimen #1: History class.&lt;br /&gt;Explains a lot of my worries, don't you think ? -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:12 am and I'm here, head clogged up with Science crap. I don't think I'm anywhere near done but I seriously cannot take it. I've been consuming so much food over the past few days, because hey, that's what I do when I'm stressed. Grocery shopping yesterday night led me to buying a whole load of junk food that will probably be finished in 2 days. Yes, I'm not very healthy. My eating habits have gone psycho, along with my brain -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably pulling a half-nighter tonight, till like 4 or 5 or something. But tomorrow? Tomorrow is definitely going to be hardcore because I have History on Friday. And I haven't started reading anything. 2 essays= DIE. And, Algebra! Ohmygosh, just murder me. That is going to be an EPIC FAIL. And I literally mean that. I'm not just saying it. Jas has seen my work -_- she knows what I'm talking about. Oh, and my Math tuition teacher quit on me because I skip/come late for too many classes. Story of my life, people quitting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait to go shopping with the girls on Friday. YES, I'm aware that I have exams on Monday but screw it. Not like I intend on studying on FRIDAY anyway. Plus, I need a release after the probably torturous history paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesh, I've been planning to get a piercing over summer. I'm gonna force myself not to chicken out. So, I'm currently stuck between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sh1yBfVpAdI/AAAAAAAABeA/Ma7pJ_acz7A/s1600-h/new-nose-piercing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sh1yBfVpAdI/AAAAAAAABeA/Ma7pJ_acz7A/s400/new-nose-piercing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340550103048978898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sh1yBkt3l8I/AAAAAAAABeI/bwGQeLJTmS8/s1600-h/peter-langone-woman-in-a-bikini-showing-navel-piercing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sh1yBkt3l8I/AAAAAAAABeI/bwGQeLJTmS8/s400/peter-langone-woman-in-a-bikini-showing-navel-piercing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340550104492775362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy &lt;/span&gt;already gave me the thumbs up to getting a piercing, as long as I don't let it get infected. So, suggestions? And please, think of what would look good on me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the topic of birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's birthday is coming up real soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hint:&lt;/span&gt; She's a loser who also happens to be one of my best-est friends. I'm sure you've figured it out by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe's&lt;/span&gt; birthday is also coming up soon. In fact, it's on the 4th, a day after exams. :O&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait for her bday bashhhhhhhh it's gonna be wicked. And Phoebe, if you're reading my blog. HI :) and you know why :) at least for me hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie's&lt;/span&gt; birthday was yesterday. Wished you on FB, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; babe. Hope you had a great one. Miss you and your retarded-ness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Damn so many June babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upside&lt;/span&gt; of all this examinations?&lt;br /&gt;- 4 more school days and I get complete freedom for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;- 4 more school days and till I get to wrap my arms around you again.&lt;br /&gt;- 4 more school days until I get to wake up WHENEVER THE HELL I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;- 4 more school days till I can OD myself in the dramatized world of TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that is why, my life is better than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow that's a super long update right there.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-3399833069423225473?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3399833069423225473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-boo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3399833069423225473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3399833069423225473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-boo.html' title='Exams. Boo.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sh1pNiZ8A0I/AAAAAAAABd4/wiUQJinaJvw/s72-c/4491_110782195539_751795539_3194231_7244993_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-3240684793231604926</id><published>2009-05-24T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:48:31.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistakes Were Made For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;font-size:85%;" &gt;I pulled your weathered, beaten down jacket over my shivering body, hoping to God that the tattered fabric would warm my frozen bones. The frigid October air sent chills penetrating through my skin, but I had nowhere left to run. I slid my knees up closer to my chest, in vain hope that by curling myself into this little ball of nothingness, I would be able to disappear. Of course, I knew better. Or maybe I didn't. Maybe, this was just another messed up alternate reality I created for myself so you would be my white horse again. Except in this version, the only thing I had left was your jacket. I brought the sleeve up and pressed it upon my icy cheek. The vague scent of your skin hit me like a blow, and for a split second, the pain dissipated as the blurred image of you telling me to stay strong misted across my eyes, sending spasms of warmth back in my body. I wish I could have remained the girl you once knew, once loved. The girl who was actually capable of caring for someone in her life. Now I was just... empty. Cold, like the slick layer of ice that had formed in the middle of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4529143545033574169-3240684793231604926?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3240684793231604926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mistakes-were-made-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3240684793231604926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3240684793231604926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mistakes-were-made-for-you.html' title='My Mistakes Were Made For You.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-7559895273100793388</id><published>2009-05-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:41:32.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/ShK2xaD4QuI/AAAAAAAABdo/POc-WvO7ipQ/s1600-h/44rfuxz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/ShK2xaD4QuI/AAAAAAAABdo/POc-WvO7ipQ/s400/44rfuxz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337529468312896226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/ShK2xQtklaI/AAAAAAAABdg/htB_Z1cy07c/s1600-h/alison+mosshart"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/ShK2xQtklaI/AAAAAAAABdg/htB_Z1cy07c/s400/alison+mosshart" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337529465803412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smokers have never looked that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go get paranoid over algebra again.&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/4529143545033574169-7559895273100793388?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7559895273100793388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/smokers-have-never-looked-that-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7559895273100793388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7559895273100793388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/smokers-have-never-looked-that-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/ShK2xaD4QuI/AAAAAAAABdo/POc-WvO7ipQ/s72-c/44rfuxz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-852650511429511925</id><published>2009-05-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:25:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter where you go, i won't be very far (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sg69DY6rjdI/AAAAAAAABdY/53heX80rH_0/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sg69DY6rjdI/AAAAAAAABdY/53heX80rH_0/s400/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336410474406448594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;. And I've just realized that exhausted is a word I've frequently been over-using for the past few weeks. Well, that's how I feel. The instant I wake up on Monday, that feeling sticks with me until Friday. Then, it's 2 days of ecstasy- and the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School this week has been pretty okay though. The lunchtimes have been... weird... because the guys have weird inside jokes that I don't understand but oh well. I hate Algebra though. Loathe it with my heart... probably because I'm shit at it. If the word Binomial is mentioned again to me once I'm working, I swear I will punch that person. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final years are in two weeks, and I haven't started studying. And yes, I'm aware of the fact that I am pretty much screwed for 'em. So fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I honestly cannot wait till summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yara's birthday was yesterday. Since most of the people who read my blog are from KDU (Hi, Cikgu Norul btw.), and therefore do not know who the hell I am talking about, Yara is also half Egyptian like me. But she's half Syrian, not Malay. Cool, eh? I found a partner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, attended her gathering thing at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Box, Curve&lt;/span&gt;.  T'was fun, though it was a bit awkward because I'm not part of her ' circle ' or anything, not as awkward as I expected it to be though. To be honest I don't even know why I was invited, but I'm glad I was (: (: Drunk people are hilarious. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I dragged my arse out of bed at 10 am (!). Off to Tropicana and we went swimming swimming &amp;amp; lunch. After this, it's three weeks without him. Stupid exams. Then, tuition at 4, it was the last day for my tuition teacher because he doesn't wanna teach me anymore. Since I always skip / come late for class. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clue what I'm going to be doing tomorrow. Probably staying at home with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy new Mac laptop&lt;/span&gt;. That's right, bitches. Be jealous. Although my internet connection is being a total slut, along with my Limewire... so that sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently sipping on Green Tea + Lemon. Missy Higgins is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&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/4529143545033574169-852650511429511925?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/852650511429511925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-matter-where-you-go-i-wont-be-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/852650511429511925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/852650511429511925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-matter-where-you-go-i-wont-be-very.html' title='no matter where you go, i won&apos;t be very far (:'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sg69DY6rjdI/AAAAAAAABdY/53heX80rH_0/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-7814099594996075226</id><published>2009-05-10T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:49:00.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you take what's yours and i'll take mine.</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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sga7gJtO6vI/AAAAAAAABdA/Tw0JAuHsBZA/s1600-h/IMG_2850edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sga7gJtO6vI/AAAAAAAABdA/Tw0JAuHsBZA/s400/IMG_2850edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334156969702779634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off, it's Mother's Day. What did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do for your mother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, being me, didn't do anything because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a) I'm broke and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;b) I'm not even remotely artistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we just brought her for lunch and a moviee at Curve because she adores movies. A trait I take after. Watched Star Trek and ohmgosh I swear Chris Pine has the nicest eyes ever. No, actually Jared Leto does but Chris Pine is a close second. SO PRETTY I TELL YOU (his eyes I mean.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The movie itself was pretty good. I'd rate it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did I do over the weekend? Nothing even remotely productive. Friday, had my portfolio presentation. I wasn't as nervous as I expected myself to be. Tuition yesterday and later on it was a video call with that boy until he fell asleep on me last night -_- Idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sga42RRXBDI/AAAAAAAABc4/aWmrujJLjwM/s1600-h/800px-RayBanWayfarer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sga42RRXBDI/AAAAAAAABc4/aWmrujJLjwM/s400/800px-RayBanWayfarer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334154051155592242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh. Please. please. please. I swear to God whoever gets me this, I will love forever. I'm not kidding. I've been wanting one since last year but it costs a bomb. SIGH. SO THE SEXY. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing out now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love ya xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-7814099594996075226?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7814099594996075226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-take-whats-yours-and-ill-take.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7814099594996075226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7814099594996075226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-take-whats-yours-and-ill-take.html' title='if you take what&apos;s yours and i&apos;ll take mine.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sga7gJtO6vI/AAAAAAAABdA/Tw0JAuHsBZA/s72-c/IMG_2850edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-8703816779008004007</id><published>2009-05-07T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:02:14.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SgO-v53c79I/AAAAAAAABcg/etHWcgB3MyU/s1600-h/IMG_4763+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SgO-v53c79I/AAAAAAAABcg/etHWcgB3MyU/s400/IMG_4763+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333316113933332434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;I knew you once, knew you so well. I watched you grow- watched you grow just to see you break into fragments of things I never wanted you to be. Stranger, what I would have given to be able to fix you. To fix everything. But that was equivalent to asking if it were possible for me to thread the moon to a roll of string. And so I ask, what is the point of holding on to something that is already gone? I cannot comprehend why people do it- why they let others in when they know that nothing lasts forever. I've seen change, I've seen betrayal. I know how it's like to look at someone and wonder how something so good could decay so quickly. I know it all too well. &lt;/span&gt;And yet, here I am, and there you are, a stranger again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damn epiphanies.&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/4529143545033574169-8703816779008004007?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8703816779008004007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-knew-you-once-knew-you-so-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8703816779008004007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8703816779008004007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-knew-you-once-knew-you-so-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SgO-v53c79I/AAAAAAAABcg/etHWcgB3MyU/s72-c/IMG_4763+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-824969606953402202</id><published>2009-05-07T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:11:28.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone please stab me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant wait till tmrw is over -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-824969606953402202?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/824969606953402202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-portfolio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/824969606953402202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/824969606953402202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-portfolio.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-6800568609322534342</id><published>2009-05-06T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:31:22.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you be so heartless.</title><content type='html'>Looking back at all of the videos we have of 3 Rembrandt cause I need some of 'em for my portfolio makes me miss them so freaking much. Gah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my Internet was down for a few days but it's back up now. I'm scared shitless for my portfolio which is this Friday at 11.10 am. Stayed back for awhile today with Phoebe &amp;amp; Hanisa with intentions of finishing it but being me I forgot to bring my laptop -.- And ended up looking at scandalous pics of people on her super cute tiny laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That girl stalks Grade 9 guys. :O :O :O &lt;br /&gt;PEDOOOO HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Morrisson's Sex On Fire cover is amazing. I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4529143545033574169-6800568609322534342?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6800568609322534342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6800568609322534342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6800568609322534342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html' title='How could you be so heartless.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-7495282326857449916</id><published>2009-05-02T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:00:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew a pretty rave girl, I had this dream about her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfyXyTFAukI/AAAAAAAABcM/Ehtkpq_SWnc/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfyXyTFAukI/AAAAAAAABcM/Ehtkpq_SWnc/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331302949270370882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfyXTEYa1BI/AAAAAAAABcE/6hmVVwWhXXE/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfyXTEYa1BI/AAAAAAAABcE/6hmVVwWhXXE/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331302412749296658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh. I had a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for Anugerah Industri Music 16 tonight. Most of you may not know what that is but I attend it every year because my father is kind of the organizer, plus he always presents an award. So, this year was indifferent. Initially I didn't want to but my mother made me go. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't regret it. Texted that boy throughout half the show, and he decided to ' nap '. The event itself was pretty good. Even though it was in Malay and mine sucks. After that, we went for the after party. Loner-ed with my sister for awhile until my cousins came in. Then we decided that we wanted to dance, but there was nobody on the dancefloor yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we were like, the 2nd group of people who got on? Danced till like 2 in the morning. At one point there was even a conga linee. Funn. Plus, we danced with the lead singer from Hujan (who brings back painful memories of someone). He was funny ha. My cousin was like dirty dancing with him, plus a few other singer dudes. I kid you not. Dirty dancing -.- Tash, if your reading this, it's the one of our age :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, ALIFF (TASH TASH TASH!!!) came on the dancefloor and we started dancing with him. Gosh I swear his so bloody cute. He asked for my name :D :D :D but my mom dragged me back-.- and started lecturing me not to give my number. Even though he didnt ask for it. I swear, parents are a pain. ARGH. his so cute i tell you..... TASH!!!!!!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back at 2 smth looking like a mess. Trust me the picture up there lies because I was under a bright light- I looked so much worse. But hell, it was so worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-7495282326857449916?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7495282326857449916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-knew-pretty-rave-girl-i-had-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7495282326857449916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7495282326857449916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-knew-pretty-rave-girl-i-had-this.html' title='I knew a pretty rave girl, I had this dream about her.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/SfyXyTFAukI/AAAAAAAABcM/Ehtkpq_SWnc/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-8212811790580511814</id><published>2009-04-25T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:22:24.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfMOfbEgRnI/AAAAAAAABbs/COvmUFIRn3o/s1600-h/11%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="11" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="227" alt="11" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfMOhD6GeJI/AAAAAAAABbw/DNZLnrpo9mI/11_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfMOh5WFFwI/AAAAAAAABb0/sysNHjWvEBQ/s1600-h/17%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="17" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="331" alt="17" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfMOieT3LSI/AAAAAAAABb4/cbUCG17qWX8/17_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfMOjM9pINI/AAAAAAAABb8/KP4N5X16cpM/s1600-h/you%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="you" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="321" alt="you" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfMOj5NVLeI/AAAAAAAABcA/gWL1Ne71DXU/you_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(: (: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Today was Phoebe’s house to ‘model’ for her art project shoot. Title: Define Truth. Pretty fun. We walked around the golf course and people were staring at me like I was retarded. Maxi dresses and hippie bands. Feet bitten by unrecognizable insects. Sweating my arse off. Afternoon heat. Just to produce a few pretty pictures. She walked me to Tropicana after that. On the way there we talked about… stuff. Hilarious. Separated after that and I met up with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Chilled in the pool. Ate. Talked shit. Made my week. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I swear I think I’m darker now.   &lt;br /&gt;And I. Need. To. Shop. On Labor Day, I shall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-8212811790580511814?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8212811790580511814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8212811790580511814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8212811790580511814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SfMOhD6GeJI/AAAAAAAABbw/DNZLnrpo9mI/s72-c/11_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-1752837122156073294</id><published>2009-04-23T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:49:52.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday oh oh.</title><content type='html'>so freaking stressed out it is not even funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically i had a whole load of tests this week... which i do not want to talk about. yr10 portfolio is due in two weeks and i'm screwed because, hello, i've only been in yr 10 for like 3 months. even though we're allowed to write about our old school it wouldnt help me bcos i started form 4 in kdu for 2 months. not helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmrw; physics test which i have yet to study for. far too lazy to do my geometry hw but it's first block which means it'll be impossible for me to cheat off anybody though i've never even cheated before. sigh. sad, sad life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tgif tomorrow. friday nights are my happy time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-1752837122156073294?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1752837122156073294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-oh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1752837122156073294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1752837122156073294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-oh-oh.html' title='Friday oh oh.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-3389244673935246915</id><published>2009-04-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:07:08.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Ses4ifCKQ9I/AAAAAAAABbM/oJ5gK4bAQWY/s1600-h/IMG_8051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Ses4ifCKQ9I/AAAAAAAABbM/oJ5gK4bAQWY/s400/IMG_8051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413149393011666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my manic &amp;amp; i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Ses4iHE4wxI/AAAAAAAABbE/4sWIm1FfK7M/s1600-h/IMG_8016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Ses4iHE4wxI/AAAAAAAABbE/4sWIm1FfK7M/s400/IMG_8016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413142961996562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"this is iman being healthy." - alysha lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, as y'all know, Friday was the trip to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selayang Refugee Centre&lt;/span&gt;, which was funner then I had expected it to be. we colored with the little kids and i was in charge of the most ADORABLE little boy. he was so cute omg except for the fact that i had to wipe snot off, that was a little disgusting. all the kids were Burmese which meant it was really hard for us to converse with them but thank God a few of them could speak a little Malay. A few MKIS students sang for 'em then we just danced with them to kiddy songs for a while. They're all so hyperactive it gets a little scary. I swear, some people got like, riot-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was off for lunch and we brought them to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lake Gardens&lt;/span&gt;- and that was when everything turned completely upside down. Each person was in charge of two kids, and they just went &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt;. We were just sweating and dying while they were sliding and swinging and running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was exhausting, but a good experience. I've never been that good with kids and this kinda helped I suppose. Jas came to school after that to check it out ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday, woke up unusually early because Dickson was picking me up for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;KDU's Open Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y. Waking up before 9 on a Saturday is an extremely, extremely rare occurence for me. It was pretty boring, 'cept for the performances &amp;amp; cheer. I was just like, literally, sweating my arse off. Saw people, talked to people, ate, supported the besties, and off it was to Curve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ate @ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paddington's House of Pancakes&lt;/span&gt; before going to Borders to stone for like an hour. I know, pure joblessness. At least he was there. Aly &amp;amp; I looked at French magazines and she found a nude picture of Bjork I think. The clothes in the magazine on the other hand.... *drools* Had "the sex" green tea frap and people started leaving. Dick, Akram &amp;amp; I were the last to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And.... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the part after that made me a very happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so not looking forward to school this week. So many tests which I'm definitely unprepared for. Anyway, bye now xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-3389244673935246915?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3389244673935246915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3389244673935246915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/3389244673935246915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Ses4ifCKQ9I/AAAAAAAABbM/oJ5gK4bAQWY/s72-c/IMG_8051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-4778105937105167457</id><published>2009-04-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:00:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to fight loneliness;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SeoP2F8V8nI/AAAAAAAABa8/0TdeNGEoU38/s1600-h/z176670517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SeoP2F8V8nI/AAAAAAAABa8/0TdeNGEoU38/s400/z176670517.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326086931301659250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's because you love me when I don't love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's because you help up my beauty for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because you care unconditionally, just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was because for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have to work so hard at being happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because with you, it just happens."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-4778105937105167457?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4778105937105167457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-fight-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4778105937105167457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/4778105937105167457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-fight-loneliness.html' title='how to fight loneliness;'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SeoP2F8V8nI/AAAAAAAABa8/0TdeNGEoU38/s72-c/z176670517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-8163149453801508343</id><published>2009-04-15T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:13:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My whole life had been split in two: Smith and not Smith. I liked the Smith parts of it so much better. Already I was calculating how much of the weekend we had left and greedily clutching every hour to me as if it was precious."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabel Clarke, Let's Get Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't read that book already, you really should. Definitely in my top five of favorites. School has been a pain. So many tests and due dates, plus there's that friggin' portfolio! ugh. so stressed out i tell you. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I've dyed my hair again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cherry Red&lt;/span&gt;, according to the bottle. I only used half of it, contemplating if I should make it redder but people say it's nice enough already so I won't. Still lovin' Skins. Getting way depressing but that's when it's at it's best. Kaya Scodelario is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, we're having a field trip and I'll be going to Selayang Refugee Centre. I'm not really looking forward to it, but my parents probably won't allow me to skip. Saturday, KDU's Open Day. I'll probably update with a picture post on Sunday (if i take any pictures.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am really, really wanting to shop. Mommy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-8163149453801508343?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8163149453801508343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-whole-life-had-been-split-in-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8163149453801508343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/8163149453801508343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-whole-life-had-been-split-in-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-2607875835029709050</id><published>2009-04-12T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:51:21.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than I should.</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;official. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm turning into one of those sappy girls I once used to look at in disgust. Instead of doing my english outline, here I am blogging, a huge smile plastered on my face while acoustic songs are playing. Thanks to him :) I really don't care what the rest of you think about us. He makes me happy, and that's all that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4529143545033574169-2607875835029709050?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2607875835029709050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-than-i-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2607875835029709050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2607875835029709050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-than-i-should.html' title='More than I should.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-1244874738752963634</id><published>2009-04-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:35:43.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my saving grace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sd-PzSbh19I/AAAAAAAABa0/UkPeA8SxilU/s1600-h/IMG-7435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/Sd-PzSbh19I/AAAAAAAABa0/UkPeA8SxilU/s400/IMG-7435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323131395858618322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was a crappy week. Especially today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't please you all the freaking time. It's just that I can't stand the fact that you refuse to admit you're wrong even when you are. At least I admit that I have flaws, something you never fail to point out every time we aren't on good terms. You say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the one that says things to hurt you. Yeah, well, the insults you threw at me today were enough to make me want to cry, weren't they. Just because I'm the child here, doesn't mean I'm going to be the one who apologizes. I'm always expected to apologize. You say I'm never on time? Where do you think I got that from? You talk about things you know shit about, things that just make me want to explode. But I don't. I keep it all in, just like I always do. I'm sorry I'm not the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'nice',&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'loving'&lt;/span&gt; girl you wanted- no, expected, me to grow up to be. But maybe you should re-analyze the situation and see how much this hurts &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the text you sent me? It was all I could do to keep myself from breaking down right there in the cinema. It's a good thing I'm a pro at faking happiness. Something else I got from you, I guess. Refusing to allow myself to be weak in front of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just so exhausted with everything. Every time I lay my head on the pillow, I can't seem to bring my eyes to just shut no matter how tired my body is. My night went slightly better. Watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a few people. Loved it. I rate it 9/10. And yeah, I still haven't watched Shopaholic asghfjsf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, yeah, the movie was pretty good. It was hilarious, no doubt. Lifted my mood a whole lot. Ate at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Italiannies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after. I love my friends. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-1244874738752963634?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1244874738752963634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-my-saving-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1244874738752963634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1244874738752963634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-my-saving-grace.html' title='You are my saving grace.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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/_XEzsh45eM64/Sd-PzSbh19I/AAAAAAAABa0/UkPeA8SxilU/s72-c/IMG-7435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-7921049905971134810</id><published>2009-04-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:31:07.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daybreaks, bitter reverse, words so flawed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdtxhBz8a3I/AAAAAAAABaU/BKgO9i31QRM/s1600-h/z183943274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdtxhBz8a3I/AAAAAAAABaU/BKgO9i31QRM/s400/z183943274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321972196904299378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have got a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geometry&lt;/span&gt; test tomorrow, and an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Algebra&lt;/span&gt; test on Friday. Which means that I've been doing Math the whole evening. Nonetheless, I still do not get it. Time to face the facts Iman, Math and I just do not click. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are overly heavy, my body's sore from PE, and I have to face the fact that I'm completely drained. Sometimes it feels like I'm seeing the world through a dream or something. Hell, I was practically falling asleep in IT today. I contemplated on taking a nap this evening but all the yummy food just lured me and then I saw the laptop. I swear, I'm going to take one tomorrow or I'll probably just drop dead in History on Thursday. Gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so as you can see, this week is pretty much shite so far except for the fact that my English teacher did not come today so Phoebe &amp;amp; I watched OTH on her laptop this morning. PLUS, we didn't have to do the presentation, thank you God. Only thing I'm looking forward to is Friday night, and the weekends. Sleep, here I come yet again. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-7921049905971134810?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7921049905971134810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/daybreaks-bitter-reverse-words-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7921049905971134810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/7921049905971134810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/daybreaks-bitter-reverse-words-so.html' title='daybreaks, bitter reverse, words so flawed.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdtxhBz8a3I/AAAAAAAABaU/BKgO9i31QRM/s72-c/z183943274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-6704740937016407948</id><published>2009-04-06T07:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:42:54.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless. with you, i’d dance in a storm in my best dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdoU3fRPMmI/AAAAAAAABZ4/weIUR0biZ8o/s1600-h/IMG_27857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2785" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="237" alt="IMG_2785" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdoU3-CSh3I/AAAAAAAABZ8/LdMAupy2jmY/IMG_2785_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdoU5BCHq9I/AAAAAAAABaA/tGwVHKSoL6I/s1600-h/IMG_27764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2776" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="242" alt="IMG_2776" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdoU5lnAqXI/AAAAAAAABaE/zdjBefWZSko/IMG_2776_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdoU6vtXOrI/AAAAAAAABaI/4JQQa6cNV-0/s1600-h/IMG_27834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2783" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="242" alt="IMG_2783" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdoU7WZeFGI/AAAAAAAABaM/A2ZlBMwFSko/IMG_2783_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;love my retards (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hi you, i know you’re reading this. see, i even blog about you (probably due to the fact that my blog is totally empty but yeah.)    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;vainpot #1.&amp;#160; :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;so, i’m skyping with you right now, and you’re showing me some funny video about zombie kids and your also laughing like a retard. btw, i hate your favorite word. you know what it is –.- shopaholic this friday yayayayay! you’re gonna have to endure me squealing with Becky Bloomwood :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anyway, can’t write much shit bout you here.    &lt;br /&gt;suddenly… dum dum dum. (you know why.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xxx.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6704740937016407948?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6704740937016407948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-take-my-hand-and-drag-me-headfirst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6704740937016407948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6704740937016407948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-take-my-hand-and-drag-me-headfirst.html' title='you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless. with you, i’d dance in a storm in my best dress.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_XEzsh45eM64/SdoU3-CSh3I/AAAAAAAABZ8/LdMAupy2jmY/s72-c/IMG_2785_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529143545033574169.post-1174003817763735300</id><published>2009-04-05T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:37:49.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am in the funniest (and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;meanest&lt;/span&gt;) skype conversation evurrrrr. people these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-1174003817763735300?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1174003817763735300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-in-funniest-and-meanest-skype.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1174003817763735300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/1174003817763735300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-in-funniest-and-meanest-skype.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-2916918370033594357</id><published>2009-04-05T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:47:03.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stutter and hold grudges, let's fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your truly extraordinary mind."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- some picture that I saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone wants me to blog about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a mandaa says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*blog about meeee (A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cHOIMAN   ♥ (R) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*finee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a mandaa says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*damm perasan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cHOIMAN   ♥ (R) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a mandaa says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*eh say good things don't say i am perasan,vain, bimbotic or any bad things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cHOIMAN   ♥ (R) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a mandaa says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*after maybe dunno some hot guy  might read your blog( rare occasion) and get scared of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cHOIMAN   ♥ (R) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you love me, bitch! &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/4529143545033574169-2916918370033594357?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2916918370033594357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-not-fall-in-love-with-your-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2916918370033594357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/2916918370033594357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-not-fall-in-love-with-your-bones.html' title='I stutter and hold grudges, let&apos;s fall.'/><author><name>Iman Hale.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692083916573036403</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-4529143545033574169.post-6196583778986167143</id><published>2009-04-04T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:08:10.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; i miss the rush of your skin.</title><content type='html'>new blog, just because i can. my old blog was filled with way too much crap but your free to read it if you want to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the link is: &lt;a href="http://www.iman-oldblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iman-oldblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unoriginal but hey, i was too lazy to think of anything else and it's not like i'll be using it anyway. okay so i'll update whenever something actually happens in this monotous life of mine. okay bye loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529143545033574169-6196583778986167143?l=iman-crashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6196583778986167143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-rush-of-your-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6196583778986167143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529143545033574169/posts/default/6196583778986167143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iman-crashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-rush-of-your-skin.html' title='&amp; 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