<?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-4588546244965060264</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:46:55.949+08:00</updated><category term='video'/><title type='text'>Ashley Hollins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-6249362711007450585</id><published>2010-01-03T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:27:51.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a city boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18363_225679208132_656753132_3216628_1013558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18363_225679238132_656753132_3216630_1768505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18363_225679263132_656753132_3216632_3218262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18363_225683893132_656753132_3216739_2167047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18363_225683908132_656753132_3216740_1575433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18363_225683958132_656753132_3216743_1535526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18363_225689988132_656753132_3216762_7225161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18363_225689998132_656753132_3216763_6581546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18363_225705058132_656753132_3216868_7273410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Overdue Photos. Well, it is film afterall. :} Krezzmax Barbie, 22 Dec @ Descree's Cribz :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss these no-reason-so-let's-just-think-of-nearest-festive-holiday hang outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-6249362711007450585?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6249362711007450585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-city-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6249362711007450585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6249362711007450585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-city-boy.html' title='just a city boy'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-5942349463202313962</id><published>2009-12-14T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:28:58.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, whoop whoop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/5537/img0458m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-5942349463202313962?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5942349463202313962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-2-whoop-whoop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5942349463202313962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5942349463202313962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-2-whoop-whoop.html' title='1, 2, whoop whoop!'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-4826686107337638851</id><published>2009-11-13T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:08:28.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i confess i messed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt; Listening: Fall Out Boy - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/5949/img0350sd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on true love, even when the object of your affection is begging you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/6089/ed14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like Chuck, in so many ways. And I don't care, cos you're different with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-4826686107337638851?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4826686107337638851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-confess-i-messed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4826686107337638851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4826686107337638851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-confess-i-messed-up.html' title='i confess i messed up'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-7939359739820319088</id><published>2009-11-02T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:22:30.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got my sights set on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Breathe Carolina - See You Again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs062.snc3/12945_1253611586663_1420757488_735328_5363386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12945_1253611386658_1420757488_735325_6956951_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12945_1253523104451_1420757488_735023_6569543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs062.snc3/12945_1253512904196_1420757488_735010_3555320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs062.snc3/12945_1253512784193_1420757488_735007_5969217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 09 before Ruru, Rock and I started spamming panadol and panadol extra and whatever else medicine it was we took, and coupling that w liquor. It's not really my fault I got high, cos well, someone stole our beer. Martini for Beer, fair trade! To our advantage obviously. :} There isn't any photographic evidence of what we did from 10pm-5am, because it was too spontaneous to be caught on film. Stealing neighbors' swimming toys, having superhero capes, spraining a couple of toes and smashing heads with ruru, rock jumping into the water and realizing that it's so fucking cold he couldn't feel his dick. army crawling on concrete slabs above the carpark, rock and ruru doing the tango. Too many stupid things, but it was fun! I like hanging out with the usuals :} We gotta win that prize, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackmail-worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/6729/dsc02359q.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/697/dsc02360.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/8987/dsc02354f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/4174/dsc02375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs242.snc1/8922_168742477840_755217840_2654661_3734115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We know who's really got balls ;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-7939359739820319088?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7939359739820319088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-my-sights-set-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7939359739820319088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7939359739820319088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-my-sights-set-on-you.html' title='i&apos;ve got my sights set on you'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-7205311927380431580</id><published>2009-10-21T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:42:45.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna mess this up better keep your eye on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Mindless Self Indulgence - Stupid MF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/9987/photo250u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Ruru my spazz friend. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/5303/photo273y.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step metal face. Go get la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-7205311927380431580?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7205311927380431580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-wanna-mess-this-up-better-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7205311927380431580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7205311927380431580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-wanna-mess-this-up-better-keep.html' title='don&apos;t wanna mess this up better keep your eye on me'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-6201880093892457445</id><published>2009-10-07T11:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:35:31.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way you shake it</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Eminem - Ass Like That&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1157911742962_1082798296_30391053_18776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1157910422929_1082798296_30391041_6493724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1157911702961_1082798296_30391052_1558339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1157910222924_1082798296_30391037_7195940_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1157918863140_1082798296_30391072_988053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1157928863390_1082798296_30391111_357999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1157931143447_1082798296_30391112_168048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus and Burns are epic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa my room is freezing now, I think I should go shit and then iron clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Class tonight, feeling quite lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for (JFB)² a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156353183999_1082798296_30386931_2218542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156355864066_1082798296_30386953_8177695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156357064096_1082798296_30386958_6050400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156357144098_1082798296_30386959_5619130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156361944218_1082798296_30386967_6386854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156369264401_1082798296_30387022_7367035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruf, jet, blan, jol, jia, TR (bitchihatehim), kenji, ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156360304177_1082798296_30386961_3294428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(priceless! and I'm not going to apologize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156375104547_1082798296_30387040_7275686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156360344178_1082798296_30386962_6006611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fun Begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156360384179_1082798296_30386963_7407835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156360424180_1082798296_30386964_6742360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156360464181_1082798296_30386965_1259459_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156376424580_1082798296_30387046_3832933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156372344478_1082798296_30387029_1921708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src-"http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156375064546_1082798296_30387039_6069465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156372424480_1082798296_30387031_6720754_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs232.snc1/7924_1156372504482_1082798296_30387033_3756715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156375184549_1082798296_30387042_3018499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156375224550_1082798296_30387043_6620003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156376504582_1082798296_30387048_1102241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7924_1156376544583_1082798296_30387049_5207737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos when the DSLR delivers. Mad fun I swear. Well, until like...some people arrived and decided to fuck everything up. But it's okay, we recovered!! We were like chain smokers for the night. Quite bad. But fuck it, it was hella fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, halloween is coming. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one everyone! I really needa shit NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-6201880093892457445?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6201880093892457445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/10/eminem-ass-like-that-rufus-and-burns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6201880093892457445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6201880093892457445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/10/eminem-ass-like-that-rufus-and-burns.html' title='the way you shake it'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-4286201468398687662</id><published>2009-09-23T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:31:23.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adding up the things I'll never be</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Stars - Heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/1497/photo200k.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am putting on quite a bit of weight. SIAN. Nvm, lucky still in the "healthy range" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to meet Gracielove now. SWENSEN'S ICE CREAM BUFFET! Okay, now you get why I'm putting on weight. Eat, eat, eat eat eat eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background of this photo is different from the prev photobooth shots because....I finally have my own room!!! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elated. kbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-4286201468398687662?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4286201468398687662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/adding-up-things-ill-never-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4286201468398687662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4286201468398687662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/adding-up-things-ill-never-be.html' title='adding up the things I&apos;ll never be'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-365385955393986140</id><published>2009-09-17T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:46:27.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>images scar my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: Anberlin - Dismantle. Repair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/933/photo196.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/8534/photo195k.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New frames! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I like starting reading books, but I don't like finishing them. Maybe it's because finishing is the end, and I don't like things to end. Change is the finishing of something that I wish could last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father has finally finished scrutinizing the packaged offer, which means I can now continue in peace to filling the form out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about what I'm bringing with me. Okay, thinking along the lines of music, I think I'll bring my X-HUDDISK which means I really really have to get down to organizing it.  I have a maximum of 157 days left in Singapore. but if I were moving in 2 weeks before school starts to sort of settle down, take away 14 days, that's umm...shit my math. uhhh..i really am thinking and mentally calculating un..--okay I got it 143 days. Take away the weekends, that's another 40 days gone. 103 days. Class days, twice a week. another 40 days, 63 days. wow.okay. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go sort my mess out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still need an electric guitar hard case!!!! Life is alright. Not bad at all :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-365385955393986140?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/365385955393986140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/images-scar-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/365385955393986140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/365385955393986140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/images-scar-my-mind.html' title='images scar my mind'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-6798577393797357396</id><published>2009-09-16T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:24:02.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bid my blood to run before I come undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Evanescence - Bring Me To Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/6117/oldskuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the smoking, before the partying, before the piercings, before the ink, before growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just two years back. But it feels like forever. Everyone looks so much grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs141.snc1/5212_248124300401_628690401_8238019_2314091_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl on the Right. Anna Wang, I'll see you soon!! :} We can hang out in Melb when I go over :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs132.snc1/5656_128546346650_692501650_2887189_1800212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June, girl on right. You've lost so much weight. :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6414_1210820475234_1370425376_592446_4357369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wangker, Gracielove, Gabby, and Steph. So many changes. See if you can match the faces to the class photo :} Okay Gabby wasn't in our class. And just for the record, Gabby's available for any hot or cute guys! Please drop me a comment if you want to get to know him. He is awesome, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/5072_93836172076_724572076_2524361_1819880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie, the hxc OCD kid. very hyper too. Hates having her photo taken. Basically she looks like a druggie every damn day, but she's pretty, and pretty tall too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs265.snc1/9228_142826306476_620506476_3453030_8317525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliffy, Serene, Kai. serene and kai take turns getting bullied by clifton and then they try to stand up for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6620_818747097099_813380_47535864_4494555_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie. He changed the most, he even changed his name to "KARL TYANA HEMINGWAY" what the fuck, too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_154086725189_745875189_3944757_4777871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's me. :} Okay just kidding, I wish I looked like her, she's gorg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs132.snc1/5655_148774580189_745875189_3872002_4848555_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's been chopped off from the very old photo up there. But I have never really had a particular hairstyle I stuck with for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Change is good, change is a double-edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I actually talked to in class. Sorta, when I did attend school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uniform is forever messy. I miss AC, miss the people mostly. Maybe I just miss the people I hung out with. The running away from teachers, playing truant, skipping classes. Smoking at the multi-storey carparks, climbing up to gain roof access. Stealing milo from the refrigerator in the PE stall. exploring the CPA in almost total darkness. hip-hop jelly in the cafe. 15-18 were the best years of my life thus far. I foresee that it can only get better! :} Something nat once told me, you miss it, but you won't wanna relive it. I only agree now. Memories are best left as what they are. They compel me to exceed my own expectations. Not that my expectations are high right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current expectations right now are quite simple. Find myself affordable lodging in Melbourne, pack the clothes that I absolutely have to bring along. Lose some flab because I have too much to spare right now. grow my hair out a bit longer, and then go bleach it and dye it over in Melb. :} Water water water. Okay too far east at about 4 to look for something.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-6798577393797357396?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6798577393797357396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/bid-my-blood-to-run-before-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6798577393797357396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6798577393797357396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/bid-my-blood-to-run-before-i-come.html' title='bid my blood to run before I come undone'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-989670467154076180</id><published>2009-09-16T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:59:23.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be kim, shiiiii-i-i-i-i-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Eminem - Puke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/260/0014pw2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/562/00150k2r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/8423/00151zqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char char where are the otherrrr photos! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne 2010, wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-989670467154076180?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/989670467154076180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-girlfriend-now-her-names-gotta-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/989670467154076180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/989670467154076180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-girlfriend-now-her-names-gotta-be.html' title='next girlfriend, now her name&apos;s gotta be kim, shiiiii-i-i-i-i-it'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-3790270532931907142</id><published>2009-09-14T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:25:39.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEH HEH for all the losing I did this past two weeks, I've finally hit the jackpot, sorta, My monash offer is ONNNNNNNN!!!! Dez dez dez where are you can you excite for me please!!!! :} Okay bye need to shit and get out of my house alr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-3790270532931907142?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3790270532931907142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/heh-heh-for-all-losing-i-did-this-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3790270532931907142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3790270532931907142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/heh-heh-for-all-losing-i-did-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-7595451985600458065</id><published>2009-09-14T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:07:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get fucked up worse than my life is</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Eminem - My Name Is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I killed the battery of my friend's camera by snapping macro shot after macro shot of my accessories. Was highly amused though. :} Died at dance practice, and helped with (JFB)² invitesinvites :} Youth Director had a "talk" with me yesterday. I think adults just can't understand that when a kid doesn't wanna talk, there's no point forcing yourself on them. Somewhat amusing now that I look back, but I was quite agitated while it happened. Sarah Cobrah I have your card with me come meet me to pick up and show your mama. Haha, Lily Chan, she is so funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about slightly over ¾ done with &lt;i&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/i&gt;. That book is one hard read. The English, is something I need to get used to, is all. Storyline is ingenius and so damn twisted I love it. Okay I have found this page with special characters in my Mcbk so I'm gna use some of them oooooh exciting hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☠ Descree&lt;br /&gt;✞ ← I've yet to get a nice rosary. Saw one at Diva, I hope the price falls a little. 29's a bit hard on my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;✯&lt;/font&gt; reminds me of nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;❀&lt;/font&gt; for Jol to clip in her hair :}&lt;br /&gt;☉☉ Sarahseptum, these symbols remind me of smtg your father said LOL&lt;br /&gt;ɚʓʂɷʋʨʩʝɤ  This looks like Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6 color=red&gt;༅&lt;/font&gt; Sarah your rose!! okay not really but you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay too fun serious jeezus ☺ Feeling satisfied &lt;font size=6&gt;☤&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I♡Ü&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-7595451985600458065?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7595451985600458065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-fucked-up-worse-than-my-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7595451985600458065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7595451985600458065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-fucked-up-worse-than-my-life-is.html' title='get fucked up worse than my life is'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-2206039739132874147</id><published>2009-09-12T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:34:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting right beside you, when my heart's lost in New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - Naive Orleans&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't getting any better (U) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-2206039739132874147?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2206039739132874147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-right-beside-you-when-my-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2206039739132874147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2206039739132874147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-right-beside-you-when-my-hearts.html' title='sitting right beside you, when my heart&apos;s lost in New Orleans'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-5548535011935159906</id><published>2009-09-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:21:35.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand up and take a bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✌ &amp; &amp;hearts; be with you all. JZ's birthday tmr! I found nice clothes today, off to ask daddy for money..and they are NOT frivolous. So not. Got my beanie. It's meant for like kids who are 6-9 yrs of age...fuck it, my head is so small.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-5548535011935159906?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5548535011935159906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/stand-up-and-take-bow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5548535011935159906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5548535011935159906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/stand-up-and-take-bow.html' title='stand up and take a bow'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-6353051320237410804</id><published>2009-09-10T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:54:30.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/5397/00029xhp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been M.I.A. from most of the world. I have to meet the world again on Friday. I hope everything will go alright. I'm missing something, real terrible. where's the fucking spliff?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-6353051320237410804?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6353051320237410804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-been-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6353051320237410804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6353051320237410804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-been-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-3767589876251567807</id><published>2009-09-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:23:07.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a machine where your heart once was slowly takes the place of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - Breaking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;on hiatus till I feel happier.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best you could hope to be is now just a bittersweet memory&lt;br /&gt;And you make breaking hearts look so easy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-3767589876251567807?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3767589876251567807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/machine-where-your-heart-once-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3767589876251567807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3767589876251567807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/machine-where-your-heart-once-was.html' title='a machine where your heart once was slowly takes the place of you'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-3364163331498056776</id><published>2009-09-03T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:57:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_ all these god warriors</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgylwjkm8u0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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 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There's no such thing as comfort in the christian life. You don't need to go to church to feel close to god. She's just prideful and fucked up in her head. The way she treats her daughter is fucked up. You hate the sin not the sinner. People like that seriously make everyone rather go to hell. LOL @ the father when he says "fuck mom". Brooke is really really pretty, I wonder how she's doing now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-3364163331498056776?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3364163331498056776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-these-god-warriors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3364163331498056776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3364163331498056776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-these-god-warriors.html' title='_|_ all these god warriors'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-8079901342008301134</id><published>2009-09-02T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:58:10.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what made you hesitate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - A Day Late&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/8016/dsc02299.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char @ Macs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/3431/dsc02300c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/3650/dsc02302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellboy Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Camera Man: Ashley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I cannot wait to go overseas to stay on my own. Perhaps to take up a part-time job as well to support my extra expenditure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy day, terrible weather, but I still managed to sneak a cigarette while walking out to the bus stand. I just drew this teeth thing to help Dez brainstorm for her project. It looks so stupid but I think I'll just post it anyway. Do not mock it, for I know not how many teeth we are supposed to have on either row. I didn't even count to make sure there was an equal number of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/5350/photo180lzp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how big my font is on everyone's computer screen, but it looks just right on my macbook. I love apple Leopard OSX. I want to get Snow Leopard OSX though. Shall find a way to get my hands on it. I think I need a new ipod before I get out of singapore. My current one is falling apart. I think it's quite justified that it should be breaking because I use it more often than I eat, talk, drink, and sleep. Definitely more than sleep. My life revolves around the music I appreciate. Bad habit, but at least I enjoy life! My table is getting slightly messy, perhaps I shall keep things in their original places soon. My dad has finished the ironing. It's my turn I suppose.. Wearing my ACDC raglan to class tmr. Bra or no? I think no, cos I'd suffocate and just die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char says her cousin needs people with baby/youngish faces to model for her project. I was asked. (Y) I don't think I have a baby face, but if people insist, then I must be doing something right about looking young. My eyes feel so dry. Nap time! I haven't had a decent sleep in awhile. My whole pattern revolves around napping, never sleeping. I wake up in starts. Not important goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-8079901342008301134?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8079901342008301134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-made-you-hesitate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8079901342008301134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8079901342008301134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-made-you-hesitate.html' title='what made you hesitate?'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-8361392955936906269</id><published>2009-09-01T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:06:02.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold this tight while we run if we still can</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - Miserabile Visu (Ex Malo Bonum)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs148.snc1/5496_259318590435_833360435_8686315_1719448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5496_259318235435_833360435_8686260_3064005_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic and Viv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs148.snc1/5496_259318395435_833360435_8686286_4690779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs148.snc1/5496_259318445435_833360435_8686292_5811742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be gay pose or smtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5496_259318525435_833360435_8686305_2110974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs148.snc1/5496_259318350435_833360435_8686278_6841472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viv is secretly a porn star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5496_259318220435_833360435_8686257_7873324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs148.snc1/5496_259318600435_833360435_8686317_8087179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Camera Man: Nat Long; Nic; Viv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my chips to rid myself of em, and Nat's green tea so she could be paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow we were walking to watch Anberlin. extremely happy with the concert. Still feels so fucking surreal, honest to jesus. The way Christian smiled apologetically when I asked for a photo at the wrong time. Oh god, that guy is marriage material. Actually, so are any of them. I wouldn't turn heterosexual, but I wouldn't mind marrying any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: j8 t meet Chartheboy after an eternity! 1.30pm I hope I'm not late. I have decided I shall WALK THERE. If mom's not home perhaps I'll meet Sam, will msg her again tmr :}&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: there's class at night..fucking insane lecturer, but I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: bishan-ish area, then to town, and rushing alllll the way back to kovan area for a wake.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Cheals' office to do some volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Perhaps I'll ring Grace up and ask her to change our ion date to this day.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: CHURCH. hmm..I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a whole new week starts. Counting down the weeks to receiving my acceptance/ rejection letter from Monash. If life is good to me, I'll finish my diploma and fly away to the land of kangaroos. Today I met Sharon at T3 to send off this delightful old couple. They were going back to New Zealand. I think I like talking to Caucasian foggies, because they actually make an effort to converse with you on your level. Or perhaps Cath is just really really awesomely young at heart! She invited me to go to Christchurch and she'd provide accommodation for me! :} It'd be fucking rad if I went w Sharon and Chealsea. Bet we'd have a whale of a time traveling! Flights from Melb to New Zealand are a lot cheaper than those from Singapore. It's awesome to have international contacts I suppose. I hope I will get to meet Genevieve one day, please show me how to play conkers for real if I visit you in London aight! &lt;3 you're the sweetest, take me on a ride on your vespa when you get it!! Hope you pass the test and get your license soon!! Danielle Morrison! If I do visit NZ next year, I'll text you!! and then I could probably meet up with you in Auckland cos my friend's sister is staying there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start making a list of things I'll miss about Singapore once I get my acceptance letter. I'll paste that list up on the wall of my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-8361392955936906269?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8361392955936906269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/hold-this-tight-while-we-run-if-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8361392955936906269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8361392955936906269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/09/hold-this-tight-while-we-run-if-we.html' title='hold this tight while we run if we still can'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-3520750000736985200</id><published>2009-08-31T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:25:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these thoughts run through my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - Paperthin Hymn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/5666/photo178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome day with favorite girl. I'll keep this picture in my wallet and bring it wherever I go :} Just like I'll keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5451/photo179j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me wherever whenever as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anberlin was fucking on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I accomplished were, getting studded wedges from New Look.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find a proper image off the net,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://94.229.168.161/images/products150/375745.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will have to suffice. Imagine it with studs, brass/gold-ish studs. :}&lt;br /&gt;Very awesome, I feel as though I grew 4 inches!&lt;br /&gt;Got my very first raglan yeay thanks natnat! Sang my heart out on Anberlin's set. Like as part of the crowd, duh. And right now I have a less than favorable voice. Sore and scratchy, but I don't really give a shit, because I'm really really really really happy I got to see Anberlin! Missed the whole autographing session accidentally. Oh well, there will be a next time, and the next time, I'll not be in Singapore. AWESOME. okay things to do now bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-3520750000736985200?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3520750000736985200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-thoughts-run-through-my-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3520750000736985200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3520750000736985200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-thoughts-run-through-my-head.html' title='these thoughts run through my head'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-4060156128202167209</id><published>2009-08-30T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:45:42.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>push me again, this is the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Drowning Pool - Bodies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VY_I6doz6Qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/VY_I6doz6Qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda disturbing, but I actually like it. It's one of those songs that teach you to take no shit from nobody. And right now, it's stamina stick before beddy byes. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-4060156128202167209?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4060156128202167209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/push-me-again-this-is-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4060156128202167209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4060156128202167209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/push-me-again-this-is-end.html' title='push me again, this is the end'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-3253754996761676464</id><published>2009-08-30T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:17:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a clamour in your whispering</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - A Whisper and A Clamour&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbaru2Vv5_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/dbaru2Vv5_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMU900VhQTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/kMU900VhQTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna just hug them?? They're so adorable and stupid! Love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33_bxFCsQDs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/33_bxFCsQDs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You gotta tune-in to the dialogue really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWpdqllZwMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/uWpdqllZwMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5q97KLKfevg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/5q97KLKfevg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'm in love &amp;hearts;.&amp;hearts;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 hours and 29 minutes more!!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-3253754996761676464?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3253754996761676464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-clamour-in-your-whispering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3253754996761676464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3253754996761676464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-clamour-in-your-whispering.html' title='there&apos;s a clamour in your whispering'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-3265822863636368430</id><published>2009-08-28T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:57:15.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - (*Fin)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i02.bdbphotos.com/9L/22/0000488922-91064L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i08.bdbphotos.com/1L/58/0000144158-76486L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the luxury of cropping my hair as close to the scalp as hers. Damn my asian hair. But today I got one of the most amazing haircuts from an amazing hair stylist. He was able to tell me exactly how he was going to cut it to achieve such and such an effect. And true to his word...this was the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/2277/photo160i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/8696/photo163h.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/7484/photo177c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This haircut makes me wanna throw on my outing clothes and hit the clubs, or even better find a couple of buddies to pull an all-nighter. Almost possible, except for the father who's decided that "girls shouldn't be out after midnight". Whatever, I'll get my way when I ask mother the next time. He now owes me, in terms of clothes and shoes. Just because he didn't let me go out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got angry but that's all on my lj now, so I'll leave it there. :} Now I'm feeling better. The older people get, the more pride they have, and the more thick-headed they get and they start pointing fingers. But they should just take a moment to realize they were exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANBERLIN ANBERLIN OMGOMGOMG JOEY MILIGAN, STEPHEN CHRISTIAN, KNATE, CHRISTIAN MCALHANEY, DEON REXROAT!!!! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-3265822863636368430?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3265822863636368430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/told-you-and-devil-to-both-just-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3265822863636368430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3265822863636368430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/told-you-and-devil-to-both-just-leave.html' title='told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-4799522827911546849</id><published>2009-08-28T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:44:48.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the choices that make us who we are</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Anberlin - The Unwinding Cable Car&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://picasion.com/pic12/0028afd5185334cf4386d8cbd86d3f63.gif" width="300" height="225" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mastered the art of cock-eyed-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i05.bdbphotos.com/8L/33/0000552833-13430L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww aggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i00.bdbphotos.com/6L/95/0000601695-04308L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoomcc.richfx.com.edgesuite.net/zoomcc_stevemadden/image/media/BEVAN_BLACK-LEATHER_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoomcc.richfx.com.edgesuite.net/zoomcc_stevemadden/image/media/BEVAN_BLACK-LEATHER_front_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bevan&lt;/i&gt;, Steven by Steve Madden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/8352/riverislandshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be getting these, if I can persuade my dad, or if I don't find smtg else more versatile and special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/1673/rosary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to change mine, the silver paint on the beads is getting chipped off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for Saturday, even though it is my supposed examination day. However, Henry has alr sort of told us the questions, I have "prepared" my answers and I'm quite revved for this upcoming paper. Hopefully I'll wow him with my grammar and extensive vocabulary which I am still steadily expanding daily, just because more is never enough. If I do make the cut, that grade will bring me to an A+ hopefully, fingers crossed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is also the day my mother decides to go on a getaway with the other teachers from her school, and it means when I go shopping with my dad I can get anything I want. Today when I came home with two boxes of &lt;i&gt;Nestle Crunch&lt;/i&gt; ice cream, my sister started raving on and on about how unfair it was, that I always got what I wanted. Influence, my dear watson, is above all reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon I will ram my way through the crowds at the Esplanade for the meet 'n' greet as well as the set at 10:30PM. Favorite girl plans to give the next day a miss, so possibly can hang out and just chill, smoke, stone. Me likey how that be sounding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, or today, Friday..I'm free now because I met Grace on Wednesday to get the stuff in the end. Got a pair of shades that I am slowly falling more and more in love with. This afternoon as my mother was doing her laundry, I spied her Zara leggings with zippers!! I might borrow without asking while she's gone. &gt;:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-4799522827911546849?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4799522827911546849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-choices-that-make-us-who-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4799522827911546849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4799522827911546849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-choices-that-make-us-who-we-are.html' title='it&apos;s the choices that make us who we are'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-697256739838873262</id><published>2009-08-27T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:08:01.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look into my eyes as I offered you my hand, my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Copeland - May I Have This Dance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/xlkrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/20zxj7q.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/23h7nzb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see what kind of awards the Singapore Army Force (SAF) distributes. -;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/34gr5ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/5es6xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/rk8p7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/11wgco9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story told = Gracielove is a retard who cannot sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/6224/photo69s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ashley you always cheer me up so here's a bed-head keeskees for you!! &lt;8"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what she said to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/7649/photo153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/3208/photo154u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and err this too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5043/photo152j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am certified 65% retard-matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was telling her how, as a kid, I'd follow my dad to office so that I could play with my barbie dolls and eat nice treats from all the secretaries, nurses and whoever else who found me adorable. And around 4:58PM everyday, all the other staff would've knocked off from work, and my dad would visit the washroom before leaving. In that short time, I'd run to the blood test room and steal band-aids, just because the packaging was more aesthetically appealing in comparison to my own. And I couldn't take that many or they'd find out. And after that I'd just paste them randomly, to pretend I was injured. There was once I watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and I think Raphael or Michaelangelo had a band-aid on his right cheek. So I emulated that. I thought it made me look real tough. But obviously my dad didn't. Oh well! And because I accumulated a whole stowaway of those things, I'd wait for my parents to go out and leave me home alone. Then I'd paste one on my forehead. Just because I thought it was fucking brilliant. I was such a brainsick child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till just now, I thought lakshmi was some hindu secretary staple name. Like if you were an indian lady and you are a secretary, you have to be called that. And I just found out the spelling too. I once asked my dad's secretary. How do yo spell your name? Is it "L-U-C-K-S-C-H-M-EE"? Everything has been English, right from the start. Thank LAKSHMI (!!) for Pat's Schoolhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-697256739838873262?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/697256739838873262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-into-my-eyes-as-i-offered-you-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/697256739838873262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/697256739838873262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-into-my-eyes-as-i-offered-you-my.html' title='look into my eyes as I offered you my hand, my hand'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/xlkrow_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-2408712395471702514</id><published>2009-08-26T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:30:16.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana wrecks your life, like an anorexia life</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Silverchair - Song For Ana&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs104.snc1/4578_94890631506_696181506_2377620_3700563_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs084.snc1/4578_94890541506_696181506_2377604_4388819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs104.snc1/4578_94890511506_696181506_2377599_5169528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cel, I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs104.snc1/4578_94890501506_696181506_2377598_2512092_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the motherfucking bitch who "verified" that I wasn't wearing a bra by poking my nipple. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs104.snc1/4578_94890611506_696181506_2377616_5079066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Man: Jasmin Yeo/ JZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all taken a really really long time ago. Alright, long as in 2 months ago long. I miss these retards.&lt;br /&gt;I need a good night out soon. Or I think I might go mad. I am once again hooked on Britney Spears' MTVs. God-forbid. Anyhow, today was well spent. All the best have fun in US, Minnesota, Debbie! You take care man, and stay cool :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-2408712395471702514?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2408712395471702514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ana-wrecks-your-life-like-anorexia-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2408712395471702514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2408712395471702514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ana-wrecks-your-life-like-anorexia-life.html' title='Ana wrecks your life, like an anorexia life'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-807062000644948156</id><published>2009-08-25T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:22:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you either wanna be with me, or be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Nelly Furtado - Maneater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N55J7tWNjxA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/N55J7tWNjxA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is beautiful, her face seems flawless! and she has the big ribcage syndrome, I don't feel so alone now :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5zB7KnuX6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/H5zB7KnuX6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate on her, I &amp;hearts; Britney Spears. I think she is really pretty. :} And she has cute ears. I like! I love her eyes that are slightly droopy.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I just picked this video because..I have no reason. I am just intrigued by the way she is so comfortable in her own skin when she was slightly chubby in this MTV. Okay I really should go pee and change up now, or I'll be late and it won't be a surprise no more because I'll cause that stupid anti-climax everyone hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisse Isabel A. Caine K. I found a neoprint we took way back in 2004. It is fucking hilarious. Surprise thing now, baibai I have to leave. WIll be back in the evening!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-807062000644948156?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/807062000644948156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-either-wanna-be-with-me-or-be-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/807062000644948156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/807062000644948156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-either-wanna-be-with-me-or-be-me.html' title='you either wanna be with me, or be me'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-6381623642006645134</id><published>2009-08-25T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:46:00.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if sexy never left, then why's everybody on my sh-i-i-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland &amp; Justin Timberlake - Give It To Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6414_1210830475484_1370425376_592570_1827104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th once again, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6414_1210850435983_1370425376_592652_7759560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD408 + GayGabby + Jia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still awesome like we were back in the day. Awesome company, stupid jokes that made me fall into fits of hysteric laughter about 3459782 times. WG who almost cried cos he thought it to be really touching, when we started talking about our current life plans. Made a pact I hope we can al keep! According to Gracie, Stephenie, and June, NUS FASS is apparently like a mini-AC-community. Oh well, so's Melbourne, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was desiree's birthday ytd, I was supposed to wish her happy birthday over skype, but she didn't show man. Aye it's alright, perhaps she's having bonding time w her krz ma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation didn't go as well as I'd hoped, but it's alright, had a coupla fags and all was cool on my end. Completed my uni application forms on Sunday! Monash monash monash. A little disappointed cos my grades weren't good enough for the Science faculty, but I am going to do my best to find a way to graduate and be able to practice as a "Dr." Gonna get my 75% just to be safely accepted into the Honors program. I start my "Right Word" tmr, and Dictionary.com/ Thesaurus.com daily routine. Will ask Henry for links to good Psychology journals. Maybe even a trip to the library. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happening this week.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Some surprise farewell. Can't say the name in case she happens to chance upon my blog.should order my contact lenses as well.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Class, get my TJTA results back, see the pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Nothing in particular, maybe facial..&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Meeting gracielove for her school clothes shopping spree!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Career Counseling Examination&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church. hmmm bring nicole mao's weighing scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am going to force my right labret in again right now. hopefully I can sort of balance it slightly more perfectly with the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly reminded of Aunt Marilyn's bowling that Descree once told me about. I can't rmb what the exact details were, but I know it was funny. Can I laugh at something I can't quite recall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-6381623642006645134?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6381623642006645134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-sexy-never-left-then-whys-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6381623642006645134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6381623642006645134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-sexy-never-left-then-whys-everybody.html' title='if sexy never left, then why&apos;s everybody on my sh-i-i-it'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-2627103299999828644</id><published>2009-08-23T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:54:32.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the models gonna hate me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: PCD - Bottle Pop&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/857/dsc02295g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of a group jump shot. (which I happened looked the best in, ^.^V)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth toe is throbbing like a migraine? Of sorts, yeah. Tonight, I convinced my dad to drive me to Chomp Chomp so that I could get milkcurd!! yummmmm. I also persuaded him to buy SNAX biskies, baked not fried, barbie-flavored. Luvluv! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs127.snc1/5456_249210845596_576980596_8471053_1949428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs147.snc1/5456_249210855596_576980596_8471055_469754_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some plee poodt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs127.snc1/5456_249210760596_576980596_8471039_8283674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's nice to see you've grown up after expanding your social circle :} I think you're one of the few people that no matter how angry I get, I'll never hate you. I'm glad we can leave the past behind and just move forward. And btw, it's quite funny. You were the last person I'd expect to ever puff a joint. But well done on your attempt anyhow! I think I'm happy that you finally understand a little more of my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is whirling. This post is swarming like alphabet bees coming at me, my eyes are criss-crossing and my head is lolling. The toe is still throbbing, and I have yet to send out the slides notes to PB&amp;J members. Maybe I'll do that in the morning. This adversity is one too great to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there were a lot of positive things. milkcurd. I learnt more of the "Sample This!" dance. Milkcurd. I didn't spend any money on food. Okay I did, a dollar, on Mr.Bean's Soy Ice cream. Milkcurd.  managed to study at the airport amidst all the slacking and chitchat that I was surrounded by. I closed the case with Lynnette. Met with Guo Nian and Hosea and Matty. Love these retards. Saw Gabby! That's definitely a plus, he is so cute, love that bitch. Milkcurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were insignificant setbacks, like how I now have a foot impairment, and how I am too tired to type the slides' notes for the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay y'know, cos tmr's a good day and I can feel it! Australian Uni Open Day, here I come! I will need to ask for directions to Orchard Hotel tomorrow. And I need to make 5 copies of my passport. Bring a ballpoint pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-2627103299999828644?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2627103299999828644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-models-gonna-hate-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2627103299999828644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2627103299999828644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-models-gonna-hate-me.html' title='all the models gonna hate me'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-5535719999425947553</id><published>2009-08-22T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:45:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since I've been in seventh grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: PCD - Beep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/2204/desktoplfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling extremely pleased with my current desktop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll put Jon Bon Jovi next or something.&lt;br /&gt;Guns'n'Roses? Possible too. I have 5-6 hours to sleep. Actually, probably less. Will need to be up by 9 to "help around the house", and get outta here by 10:45am. Then head to Aljunied for "Sample This!" Practice, 12-2pm. Come 2:30pm, I've to be at the NLB. I should bring a jacket. Group meeting, where I think I might just slaughter them. Figuratively, obviously. And also, 8.30pm, I've to be at the airport. I am not a devoted eastie, but I could be, just for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I should pack a sandwich. I am determined not to spend at all tomorrow! Open Day on Sunday, and I have no idea where Orchard Hotel is! I have zapped the documents, okay excluding my passport. I have yet to get batteries. Monday is presentation day, as well as DESCREE SEOW YANEN's naughty nineteenth!. (Why the hell did I put a full stop after the exclamation mark?) And and and I get to see the pretty girl!!! :} Wednesday might see me @ Vivocity ("vivo" is "life" in spanish *.*) with Gracie the Granny. Friday, there's Baybeats, Saturday, I HAVE MY EXAM. omaigodt. I think it's high time I seriously sat down and complete the notes I started! No more Bon Jovi, for at least 2 hours. Sounds excruciating. And Baybeats on Sunday evening, Anberlin's coming to town!!!!!!!!!!!!!111oneoneone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savings: $12 (not bad, could be better)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-5535719999425947553?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5535719999425947553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/since-ive-been-in-seventh-grade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5535719999425947553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5535719999425947553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/since-ive-been-in-seventh-grade.html' title='since I&apos;ve been in seventh grade'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-8827883278202692213</id><published>2009-08-21T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:31:04.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no silent prayer for the faith-departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: Bon Jovi - It's My Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/6119/jonbonjoviq.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JBJ4lyf3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Sasha Pivovarova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracielove's dinner later on I am extremely excited. Haven't seen her in about a month, and I haven't seen the rest for about half a year. That is a god-awfully long time, considering that we were classmates and used to see each other every single day (that we were present in school). My table is still somewhat of a war zone, but.... that's because there are things that have to be sent out soon. jesus, I realized I haven't even zapped copies of my relevant documents. Will have to do it by tonight, or I can forget about studying in Australia next year. Need more pictures for my desk's dashboard. I miss the AC netballers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got your picture in my wallet, and your phone number to call it. And I miss you more whenever I think about youuuuuuuu. Daez this is a shoutout to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.singapore.idp.com/images/Aug%2009%20OD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for the Open Day on Sunday. Honest to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to study Psychology. I don't know what I'll be, but if it's to help people in third-world countries, I think I'd actually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now it's back to the slides and the notes. Oh god the dry, boring notes. 5 hours more!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-8827883278202692213?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8827883278202692213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-silent-prayer-for-faith-departed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8827883278202692213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8827883278202692213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-silent-prayer-for-faith-departed.html' title='no silent prayer for the faith-departed'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-7316983098440267904</id><published>2009-08-20T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:08:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ain't gonna be a face in the crowd, you gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: Bon Jovi - It's My Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/1608/dsc00007fjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking spot. Otherwise known as my smoking spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/1657/dsc00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/8349/dsc00108g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't bored, we just were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are getting more bearable. There's this really really pretty girl in my class. Alas, I do not remember her name. She waved and smiled at me though! While holding the door open. Angie and Diza just had to tease me about it. idiots! Should've seen what we were writing on some paper during lesson. Oh god, they were doodling some guy. Genitalia and all, good lord. But t'was entertaining. Saw their inks. Diza, your red-outline bird is really pretty! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/222/dsc00110ehi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today and tomorrow, I do not have to drag myself down to Newton to pick this child up. Thank Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/3485/dsc02286i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/5245/dsc02287udu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting blister. It was swollen with blister gush. At least it's gone now! I have a set of slides to complete, notes to read, table to clear, documents to zap, laundry to transfer, watch battery to replace, amp-mac adapter to buy, AA batteries to buy, money to claim, clothes to collect, presentation notes to organize for the group. "J&amp;J's FF Playtime" to plan, what else..? That girl's name to remember I think! Gonna print some pictures and paste 'em up on my "noticeboard". Extremely excited about Saturday and Sunday. Oh tmr's CQ dinner! :} Happy birthday, girl whose birthday falls on the 35th August. I'll keep people guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8I7DVjb8TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/m8I7DVjb8TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Anthem of the Year 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/jon-bon-jovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs38/300W/i/2008/363/8/d/Jon_Bon_Jovi___08_version_by_akaLilith.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi. He has an amazing face construct, and I love his hair. Fantastic raspy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking. My ideal guy is actually the musician, rock star, decadent lifestyle. Would my parents rather I marry a nice girl, or a rock star?&lt;br /&gt;Tough call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-7316983098440267904?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7316983098440267904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-aint-gonna-be-face-in-crowd-you-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7316983098440267904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7316983098440267904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-aint-gonna-be-face-in-crowd-you-gonna.html' title='i ain&apos;t gonna be a face in the crowd, you gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-9157707640682541938</id><published>2009-08-19T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:07:48.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no rain and no road works</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: Just Jack - The Day I Died&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmkcwoomOco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/wmkcwoomOco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a post whore tonight, but I'm finding things I like on youtube :}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-9157707640682541938?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/9157707640682541938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-rain-and-no-road-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/9157707640682541938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/9157707640682541938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-rain-and-no-road-works.html' title='no rain and no road works'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-8079870216638306532</id><published>2009-08-19T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:48:58.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>popping bottles all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: T.I. - Whatever You Like&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NO7BEFeJOq8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/NO7BEFeJOq8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind having whatever I like&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-8079870216638306532?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8079870216638306532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/popping-bottles-all-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8079870216638306532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8079870216638306532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/popping-bottles-all-night.html' title='popping bottles all night'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-6175378579096312607</id><published>2009-08-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:26:34.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fix me in forty-five</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: Fall Out Boy - Thriller&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been busy with projects, a group presentation, CD sorting, future school prospects, catching up with dearest daez, walking, more walking, lots of walking. Visiting friends' houses, slacking. I realize I started the sentence off with "busy" and ended with "slacking". But in all honesty, slacking isn't time wasted, because while slacking, the most brilliant of ideas light up in my head. (They sound brilliant to me, buzz off!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2d2hvti.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian stall @ Hougang Ave 2 Blk 703 (y)(y) &lt;-- That's two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/1zcd1cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandalizing Jolie's table.. errrr I think I didn't realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/1fd9q1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoohoohooooooo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/24y69o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bones~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Photo taking, class, stupid things, more stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - FFN&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Gracielove's birthday dinner (she has finally started celebrating, after years of convincing everyone her birthday falls on the 35th of August)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Group meeting -;-  , possibly praise and worship at ECP (wtf?! may go, just to catch up with the people), and then....sending bev and someone else off&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Church, watch Amos go through the roof, STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, asides from all this supposed monotony, I went for facial today. And the previous management has been bought over by some new company. They were telling me a whole load of bullshit about how I either forego the money in the membership, or put in more to continue under them. Bottomline is, they are out to get my money, and the woman was so pissed because she was going to start her "promoter" mode when I cut her off with, "so what am I signing for?" Too bad, I didn't complete my education, so I can still think. Like, stop wasting my time. Both ways I will lose money, but I don't want to have to lose time on top of it. I'm going to ask my mother if she knows what she signed for. Because the previous company can actually be sued for running off with their customers' money. It isn't even a meagre amount, mind. This is the first time I actually want to speak to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I want to take a photo of a cockroach. And not just any photo. I want an up-close, personal, macro photo. I think I'd feel a great sense of accomplishment. Somehow. I feel like that's the closest I'll ever come to touching one of those critters, alive. Imagine if the cockroach had a large enough brain to capacitate thought processes. What would they think of humans? Or more likely, what would they think of me, aiming a DSLR (borrowed because I am poor), and snapping a shot of them? Would they pose for it? I have no idea why I am thinking of roaches. I find them to be the ugliest and repulsive things alive. My apologies if I do refer to anyone in future as a cockroach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/9365/sitipharkew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera man: Nat Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, meet Siti Phark Ew. She is my favorite girl's maid. She has a couple of screws loose up in her head. Please fan her on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Siti-phark-ew/99553313716?ref=ts"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, thanks, a dollar for a nigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I just remembered something my brother told me the other day. Change is "Come Help A Nigger Get Elected." I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-6175378579096312607?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6175378579096312607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/fix-me-in-forty-five.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6175378579096312607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6175378579096312607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/fix-me-in-forty-five.html' title='fix me in forty-five'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2d2hvti_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-965636287697692784</id><published>2009-08-15T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:16:35.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignite your bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Coldplay - Fix You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/6112/dsc02281j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Hxc Motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the grainy photo quality, but my letter allllllll the waaaaaay from UniLodge on Flinders Melbourne 3000 is here!! I am elated and overjoyed and I miss Daez terribly. I'm sorry girl, I have no money to fly there, not even budget airlines. And I have my course now, it's virtually impossible to fly there. I'm extremely sorry I can't be there for your birthday :/ Skype me on 24 August please! My life is crazy awesome right now, really really wish you were here, or I was there. I just wanna be hanging out with you. I have an oral presentation on your birthday!! ugh, which means I cannot skip the lesson, even if I wanted to stay home. Never you mind, I'll skype you while I'm in class okay? I will whisper into the Macbook speakers, and if people start looking, well then..we can talk on msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone bought me an endless supply of AA batteries, I would be eternally grateful. I realize I haven't been making use of the Nikon Coolpix 4600 which my parents got me for &lt;i&gt;Art&lt;/i&gt;, back in 2005. That was a good year. Even though I misused the camera, sneaking unglamorous photos of teachers. It still beats my phone camera any day. I don't think I'm the sort of person who needs a kickass camera, I just want a good picture. Something decent. Right now, I just need batteries for my beat up piece of technologic trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the reply from Monash speaks nothing of whether I could possibly enter the University with my lousy grades and then take bridging modules in addition to my undergrad course. My fingers are crossed, high hopes and lowest expectations. Maybe i should start praying. Nah, shouldn't be praying to better my chances. Not much of a hypocrite. The reply I got from Monash was more of inquiring my particulars, such as current country of residence, date-of-birth, so on and so forth. And they asked how I came to know of Monash, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAEZ, YOU WERE MENTIONED IN MY REPLY TO THEM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Okay not you persay, I just said, "my good friend is currently a student at Monash University." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-965636287697692784?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/965636287697692784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ignite-your-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/965636287697692784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/965636287697692784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ignite-your-bones.html' title='ignite your bones'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-3713905360692674536</id><published>2009-08-14T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:51:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch your neck, move down your spine</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Bullet For My Valentine - Hit The Floor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2606/9/49/227800397/n227800397_182296_6755796.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you, Hi, my name is Roslan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends never fail to crack me up. I posed him a random question: When did you start smoking? He replied that he was in NS, and one day he had nothing to do at a coffee shop, so he literally just picked it up like that. I want to ask even more people, it's really fascinating some of their stories. Then it started pouring outside my window, and I just asked if the rain on his end was as queer (it was falling like knives). and he reminded me his office was at the top of the mountain. Randomly mentioned how much I hated that stair case. and how I climbed it with Desiree and Adelene. That was funny, three-quarters up, we were heaving as we conversed. We all found it extremely hilarious, especially Daez and I. So we were guffawing, while short on breath. Terrible experience I'd never want to relive, no matter how entertaining. After telling Roslan this, he said, "I only climbed that damn steps once, took a cab to work since then. yeah, I took a smoke break halfway, cannot tahan". When I read that, I started laughing non-stop. And I still am, as I type this. Honestly, try picturing a guy of about 24 or 5, with a black cap, climbing the stairs, and then you see him sit down halfway, and light up. OMAIGODT I need to stop imagining Roslan doing that, cos I have to leave the house right NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the boyfriends, so sweeeeet. Lol Ben and Ros, you know I'm just kidding :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs092.snc1/4664_85429462502_683992502_1959997_3342515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs112.snc1/4664_85429467502_683992502_1959998_8103149_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone say "awwwwwww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBL @ 11 or so&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-3713905360692674536?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3713905360692674536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/touch-your-neck-move-down-your-spine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3713905360692674536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/3713905360692674536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/touch-your-neck-move-down-your-spine.html' title='touch your neck, move down your spine'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-6993135697972841876</id><published>2009-08-14T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:43:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get up, get up</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Michael Jackson - Thriller&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just got back from Chomps with Ken Koh. Anyhow, thanks for showing me this really really great dessert. It's called MILKCURD. Oh my lord I've been missing out. Then again like you were saying if I'd never tried it, I'd never miss it. But now I have, I can add it to the list of things I'll miss about Singapore! :} Too bad I don't have a photo of you. couldn't catch you, you were too short. That is just in jest, old friend, you're pretty alright for someone who broke my heart about 5 years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on a few friendship bands for Sarah and Jolie. Making my bracelet first 'cos I'm testing out a new pattern or design, whatever you might want to dub it. My table needs clearing. Or rather, rearranging because the mess is really irking me right now. Shall wake up slightly earlier to do it. Sweet Jesus I hope class isn't a bore tomorrow, because my rubbish bin will not be around. And there's still that freaky classmate I'll have to deal with. Someone please send me money, I really do wanna study full-time. 6 hours of school a week is way too little. Even if you are struggling with school work, and a million tests and examinations on your mind, bumming is the life (for awhile), you cannot do it forever. Every part of you starts slowing down, especially your neurological processes. That isn't even the worst part. Bumming is exactly as the name suggests, your ass gets fatter everyday from being glued to the swivel chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for J&amp;J's FF Playtime. We shall call it that alright? Sounds...kinky! I shan't elaborate. Ask me if you don't get why!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-6993135697972841876?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6993135697972841876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-up-get-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6993135697972841876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/6993135697972841876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-up-get-up.html' title='get up, get up'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-1238631593758309835</id><published>2009-08-13T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:41:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a nice day to start again</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Billy Idol - White Wedding&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4465/dsc02280x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to laze all day listening to my CDs, but now that peace has been interrupted because I have to go pick my brother from school. I don't think this is the best of days because I have run out of cancer sticks, and my table is in disarray, somewhat. I haven't developed my photographs because there are 3 more shots before the film is up. Not developing my film indicates that the photo frames from IKEA are still lying around. Any reminder of IKEA makes me yearn for those pretty LED lights. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like fetching my brother because it is highly likely he will not have brought his card or something dumb like that, and I have no money to pay for his lunch. Wouldn't you be annoyed too, if your mother accuses you of spending money, when all your money is spent on her precious son. Christ, I don't know if her head is even screwed on right. Her ranting and reprimanding is very incoherent these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Sarah and Ashlynn to get their smileys done soon! Will be exciting to watch. Simba is a little itchy. I will wait this one out, no picking and scratching!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-1238631593758309835?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1238631593758309835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-nice-day-to-start-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/1238631593758309835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/1238631593758309835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-nice-day-to-start-again.html' title='it&apos;s a nice day to start again'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-4802288710940438748</id><published>2009-08-13T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:15:58.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things and Beings Who Keep Me Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/2107/img2230o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the Leopard OSX, and it is white. Heavy baby, though. Anyone have the CD-rom for Snow Leopard OSX? Mac friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.yfrog.com/img134/8196/img2461r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope to god that cancer sticks are going for lower rates down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img199.yfrog.com/img199/8549/img2529khq.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/5897/img2594whj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1911/sarahwof.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thehxcomebackid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the few things I love about Singapore. Not that our cigarettes are cheap, but they are good anyhow. These high-quality photos are courtesy of Ashlynn Burns' &lt;i&gt;Dalton&lt;/i&gt;. I guess the whole "National Day" spirit got to me ever so slightly. But that's all I really might miss. Perhaps some foods. But food doesn't take priority in my life, anyway. If you had to leave Singapore, what would you miss? Or what would you do before you left? I'm running out of ideas. Something illegal would be enticing, but I really don't know if I want to be stopped at customs. Everyone's at school now, I'm bored outta my wits and I do not want to do any chores. I might later, just not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's good with money? I need a finance advisor or manager!! :/&lt;br /&gt;Because I am still in love with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img15.yfrog.com/img15/364/img2008s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in a set of 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall set aside different envelopes right now! Back later at night! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-4802288710940438748?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4802288710940438748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-and-beings-who-keep-me-going.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4802288710940438748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/4802288710940438748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-and-beings-who-keep-me-going.html' title='Things and Beings Who Keep Me Going'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-2338931614525331179</id><published>2009-08-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:38:51.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks To the Man of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 face=verdana&gt;Listening: Sum41 - We're All To Blame&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/4738/img2029g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on the 19/20th of July, it brings back good memories. Images of Desiree being caught in between the doors at the platform, and squeezed off the train stranded behind the glass panel. I can't wait to fly over to Melbourne (hopefully Feb 2010). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was..interesting, as usual, I suppose. I got really freaked out by this classmate from intake 10. She literally ran after me. Like, I don't even know where to begin describing how deathly terrified I was. She was telling me about how she knew me because she noticed my group of friends and how we always livened the class atmosphere. She noted I wore my uniform last week and started interrogating me about who I was and what I was doing. Please people, please, try to sympathize, or at the very least, pity me! That aside, I inquired about University options. And I find out that my half A'Level Certificate holds more weightage than my current diploma course?! Oh god, well at least it'll compliment whatever grades I have. (Which totally suck ass, by the way)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-2338931614525331179?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2338931614525331179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-to-man-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2338931614525331179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2338931614525331179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-to-man-of-year.html' title='Thanks To the Man of the Year'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-7639354182160215421</id><published>2009-08-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:24:18.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekends Are Good Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Listening: The Prodigy - Take Me To The Hospital&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2dw6u03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2w3outh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2ytv5mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Man: Yuen Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A public holiday well-spent. Away from family, away from the people who pretend to care. Away from the ones who provide for me out of obligation. I'm sick of all the pretense. Sick of this thing called "responsibility". Yes, mother, I do care about my future. I am 19 for crying out loud, I don't need to be told twice that I'm not a kid anymore. But please, please just stop imposing all your principles and values on me, because I really am not like you. Our interests and taste in almost everything differs vastly. My idea of a day off, is what it is. A day to enjoy myself. 10:30am, is definitely not my lunchtime. Even macker's would still be on their breakfast menu. Peanut-butter-chocolate-fudge-flavored cupcakes! They are delish, even if they stick to your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-7639354182160215421?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7639354182160215421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekends-are-good-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7639354182160215421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/7639354182160215421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekends-are-good-starts.html' title='Long Weekends Are Good Starts'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/2dw6u03_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-1666786216508142897</id><published>2009-08-09T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:53:09.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Tonight Do Us Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs151.snc1/5612_1122907907888_1082798296_30301623_3294893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5612_1122908627906_1082798296_30301631_5700677_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2j289sk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/160v5td.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/oaz0xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Man: Jolie Goh, Ashlynn Chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs164.snc1/6136_241129200435_833360435_8275960_1956574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/21ezzlw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs184.snc1/6136_241129230435_833360435_8275966_1107437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roslan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs184.snc1/6136_241129240435_833360435_8275967_6621140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/ej7rfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs164.snc1/6136_241129260435_833360435_8275968_5269492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Men: Nat Long, Ashlynn Chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going make a tank top, in dire need of one right now. I need to go window shopping for inspiration. Where are my needles? Oh bother, somewhere deep in one of my boxes. Last night, I threw out and organized a million things, I have so much space now, I am feeling extremely pleased with myself. I wish I had authority over the reading material in my house. I'd rid my family of that entire shelf of chinese books. Still yet to complete &lt;i&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/i&gt;, sincerest appy polly logies Jia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snip Snap Snup. I'll be off now!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-1666786216508142897?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1666786216508142897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/camera-man-jolie-goh-roslan-natty-sarah.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/1666786216508142897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/1666786216508142897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/camera-man-jolie-goh-roslan-natty-sarah.html' title='Till Tonight Do Us Part'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/2j289sk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-1307483208975609910</id><published>2009-08-09T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:30:26.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/876/img2609x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Man: Ashlynn Chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Nat, Roslan, Jia,and Sarah :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fucking awesome national day, to all who believe there's hope for Singapore. I personally don't, but if you do, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeknoxx is like a part of my mind. When I fly off, you'll hold onto her, take care of her, please. I am going back to clearing shelves. I have this new love for throwing things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I plan to do in the near future (ranging anywhere from 5 minutes time to a month,&lt;br /&gt;1. sew my own tank top&lt;br /&gt;2. save 20 bucks a week&lt;br /&gt;3. clear my bedside chest&lt;br /&gt;4. organize my CDs&lt;br /&gt;5. start reading, or doing grammar assessments&lt;br /&gt;6. read the news papers.&lt;br /&gt;7. transform my wardrobe. (this is so unlike me)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-1307483208975609910?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1307483208975609910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/hakuna-matata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/1307483208975609910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/1307483208975609910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/hakuna-matata.html' title='Hakuna Matata'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-2250275479987102213</id><published>2009-08-08T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:00:30.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I just found &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-08-07-leo-braves-a-new-world-remake"&gt;^.^V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So gonna watch it if it ever comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perez Hilton isn't all that bad when he ain't stirring shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LEAVING NOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-2250275479987102213?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2250275479987102213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-what-i-just-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2250275479987102213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/2250275479987102213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-what-i-just-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-18784293725752323</id><published>2009-08-07T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:36:48.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Ching Chong the China Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_XWlfIeDmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing, albeit retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, where do they come up with this nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;It's entertaining though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep, I really should. But I'm nervous with excitement. I suppose my mind would find rest, fitful rest. It's alright, I'm supposed to be up in 8 hours time. Sleep? Yes, I think I might. I've got a long day ahead tomorrow. That's a lot of "I"s in less than 20 seconds. How are you doing? Is it possible to put up a list of reminders beside my profile? Someone teach me! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-18784293725752323?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/18784293725752323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ching-chong-china-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/18784293725752323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/18784293725752323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ching-chong-china-man.html' title='Ching Chong the China Man'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-8481689122717975802</id><published>2009-08-07T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:06:13.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover I Don't Have to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/802/img2317u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/402/img2294e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=silver&gt;Camera Man: &lt;i&gt;Ashlynn Chen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I have this blog, which I seem to have chucked aside and let deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, decided that I need to look taller since I don't feel tall much these days.&lt;br /&gt;I see the needle drawing closer to "5" again.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-8481689122717975802?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8481689122717975802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/photographed-by-jia-i-just-realized-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8481689122717975802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/8481689122717975802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/08/photographed-by-jia-i-just-realized-i.html' title='Lover I Don&apos;t Have to Love'/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588546244965060264.post-5996311089553296209</id><published>2009-05-18T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:42:07.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588546244965060264-5996311089553296209?l=halyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5996311089553296209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/05/test-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5996311089553296209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588546244965060264/posts/default/5996311089553296209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halyse.blogspot.com/2009/05/test-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616670440593031855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0Y2h9fWgWA/SnumYou-IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gjCQTF6Z6Xs/S220/IMG_2096-pola02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
