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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89641545</id><published>2003-02-24T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T05:58:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="palevioletred"&gt;I really, really like this color! Don't you think it's so pretty?&lt;br /&gt;I am moving my blog. Where to? I shant say for now. But trust me. It's going to be hella pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this is going to be my last entry in alessa.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Blogger. You've been nothing but fun but yet annoying with your maintainence 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;B&gt;tayre&lt;/b&gt; darling for telling and reminding me to change my blog! : )&lt;br /&gt;I'd miss blogspot.com...but not for long.. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89641545?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89641545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89641545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89641545' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89600079</id><published>2003-02-23T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T07:35:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_LOVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;&lt;I&gt;If this is not love, what is?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;BGSOUND SRC="http://www.angelfire.com/rnb/geisha/songs/vulnerable.wma" LOOP="infinite"&gt; &lt;B&gt;song playin - vulnerable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What constitutes the end of the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Is it when the both parties agree to the separation? Or is it when one, just one party opens his/her mouth first? Or is it when the 2 of you feel obligated to do things for each other, to meet and go out with each other? &lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;[this I learnt from Edric...not that we are obliged to do things for each other, but he taught me such things..]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; Or is it only over when you totally feel nothing of the same sort like before? Is it when either one of you stop trying to work at your relationship, to stop making things right and oh-so-wonderful? Is it when you feel nothing but pain, hurt and jealous enraged inside you? Is it when you are feeling like the icy Ice Queen/King and that your heart stops beating for the other? Isn't that just pure foolishness inside you that has awoken you from a long sleep of lies you've been living in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through in my mind recently. I just hate the absolute thought of the bad. It saddens me. It makes me cry. Surprising to many, I am a pure, 100% softy. I do not let people see the real me easily. In this entire world, only about 5 people know the real me. These 5 people get to see the real me.That's scary isn't it? I don't think I'm the only one that behaves in this manner, am I right? Everyone's afraid of how others see them, afraid to open up to their deepest, most honest self with the fear of being hurt, ridiculed, mocked, harmed, all these worrying and negative fears and "what if's" instilled in them. These 5 people, do I have to mention names? Bri, Mich, Brian &amp; D.Andy &amp; Edric. The former 2 are amazing. They are girlfriends that will laugh and cry with you. Girlfriends that hold your hair when you are dead drunk and puking. Girlfriends that will curse your boyfriends even though you were wrong because all the time, all they want to do is to let you know that they care.&lt;br /&gt;Andy, Brian. These 2 names. Guys that love me, guys that want to spoil me. At times, I know this friendship will come to an end. You'd move on and realise I am not all that little girl that you always forever want to spoil. It's not your duty... But I appreciate every one thing you have done for me. Andy, I will, will, will cry when you leave this summer for uni back in Aust. You've been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Edric. The true one. It's funny. Just 7 months ago, he didn't exist in my life. I didn't know his name. Didn't know anything about him except he hangs out with the girls in his class an awful lot. -smiles- I honestly would be missing out on so much. Edric's the one that looks out for me. He's the kind who doesn't judge. The kind who listens, advice. The kind that swallows his pride, puts it aside because sometimes pride just hurts others. He is the kind who checks on you every now and then when you're ill, coming over in the wee hours of the morning to kiss me and watch you sleep. He's the sort who loves with all his heart and wants the best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I admit it. I do love him with all my heart. I admit it that I am yearning for his love and affection practically all the time. I think about us all the time. Is that wrong to do so? However, I do stress on this... I love him sensibly. I do. I place him before me because I want to and I feel it's the only right thing to do. Why so? Ask yourself this, doesn't every parent want what's the best for your mother? I remember being a little girl and my mammy always gives me the fleshiest part of the fish, while she'd eat the bitter part - the stomach. That's only because she loves me and wants to feed me the good stuff. Same theory applied in different situations. &lt;br /&gt;He is beautiful. Edric has the biggest heart ever and the kindest soul. And I am appreciative and thankful for everything. I have my doubts and insecurities, more than ever of late. It's horrible. I say not because I do not wish to make him feel that he has not done his part to make me feel at ease or that he hasn't been loving me enough. It doesn't work that. He loves me fine... he loves me well and it's just human nature to feel that way isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had a wonderful date with Edric. Sorry Denise, we didn't make it to your house. Some other time perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you darling. The dinner was great... movie was great.. (urm, you know what I mean). Foot reflexology. Mmmmmm, very soothing all right. : ) &lt;br /&gt;Best was that we got to spend time and have a nice intimate talk again. I enjoyed the "reassurance" talk last night/morning while in bed, with you hugging me. I couldn't ask for more. Everything's said in the email and you just know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89600079?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89600079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89600079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89600079' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89430447</id><published>2003-02-20T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T05:21:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_DONUTBACK.JPG" hspace="20"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_DONUT.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;Hunny came over last night to talk to me and guess who he brought? Donut! : )&lt;br /&gt;I like Donut. He doesn't bite and he's pretty obedient! And he reminds me of me. Wanting affection most of the time. -laughs- So cute. It's a really adorable sight that makes you go "awwww" when you see Edric playing with Donut. Hella cute! Next time we get a Yorkshire terrier and an English tabby ya baby? -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say about last night, but its all private and I dont want to share my intimacy and private talks with my babycakes on the Internet. Its all inside. And we both know it. Our hearts beat as one...... It all comes down to the fact that we always work things out and understand each other better. Baby, you're now sick.. Do take care of yourself. Read my messages to you on ICQ. Remember, if you need me in the middle of the night, call me.. -hugs- Love you hunny bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go surf the net now...one more cute piccy before I leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_DONUT2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89430447?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89430447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89430447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89430447' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89307396</id><published>2003-02-18T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T07:25:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go, go, go, go&lt;br /&gt;"Go, go, go shawty&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' party like it's yo birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And you know we don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;It's not your birthday!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song. Love love love it. Finally gonna get my 50 cent cd this week. Just watched the video too. It's so hella dopa. (Oh god, missy elliot on mtv jams now. she produces crap stuff now ever since all that adidas crap. It's Adidas i say. -laughs) Never though Eminem could come up with 50 cent, something bigger and better than D12. Not saying there's anything wrong with them. But 50 cent is gonna be the absolute best rapper of this year. However, I must emphasize, no one beats the king himself, TuPac. RIP. I cannot wait for this song to be played in the club, where I can dance my arse off. It's just way too sexy and massive. Oh mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico, my nigga-wannabe,your promise with the pictures ya. Be good when you see Blackchild. We know he's hot stuff and it's Murder. Who can behave? -laughs- Pyschotic bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Darling&lt;/b&gt; just called. My poor baby has to slog in school. I miss him. He has so much work to do. So do I actually, but I guess I work pretty fast and organized so I don't fall back. Guess we won't be spending too much time with each other this week, but it's okay. I can survive. I can. Gonna go out, meet Andy for a bit just to get my valentine's day present. I wonder what it could be. Andy spoils me mad crazy.. I know he loves me and tries to buy my love. Imma kiddin! He just really really likes to make all my dreams come true. It makes me feel so god-damn awful cause I know I'd never be able to reciprocate his love back. Damn. I hope it's something from GUCCI or DIOR or babyphat : ) Hehe, no matter what, I hope he never stops spoiling me, even when he leaves to go back to Australia or when he has a girl to call his own. I'm always his no.1 girl to spoil for lyfe. I've got wonderful grader friends I say.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. called again. Andy cussed at him. He isn't giving me the apology I demand and deserve. The mutha-f**ker &lt;B&gt;[darling, i know you dont like me to cuss, but when it now comes to him, i get hella pissed, forgive me.]&lt;/b&gt; So yeah, he can piss off and get rid outta my life until I recieve my apology, then i'd CONSIDER forgiving you. When, I forgive, but never forget. So what ya gonna do about it? P, I know you read this. So get this into your mind, you are a sad sad bastard. Think ya gonna ruin my life and make me forever guilty? I was initially. You promised you'd always love me. It's nothing but a pack of lies, take your filthy mouth and hands away from me. You make me laugh and made me doubt the power of love, trust and understanding. I think you work for the devil. Think you can come in between me and my faith? Think again? Think I am being a major bitch? Given the circumstances, you've not seen the worst of me yet. I shall be the better the person and wait for my apology.&lt;br /&gt;I have my baby to stand by me to give me support, to tell me I'm not wrong. He makes it all so clear who's right and who's wrong. You suck, Philip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go meet Andy now and be back by 11. Wanna watch the new reality telly show. It's so lame, it makes it all so interesting! -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Edric, I Love You!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colotr="dimgray"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89307396?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89307396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89307396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89307396' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89241433</id><published>2003-02-17T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T06:58:58.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;Went to meet Mich before I went back. Needed to just be in the presence of someone who cares..&lt;br /&gt;It was a wierd day. Stayed in school, did a lot of work.. Photocopied a lot of crap, which hopefully, would turn into useful information to my advantage by tomorrow. I was feeling miserably cold but at least I had my off-white pashmina with me. I sat down, recieved a message from overseas. It was the first time Mr.P messaged me. It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How have you been? I've been seeing someone, someone professional who can help me.&lt;br /&gt;Help me with the pain I am going through.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze. No apology? I don't deserve it? And then it all boils down to me thinking, "What have I done to him?" I start thinking, and I decided, I am not ready to apologize now or in the future. I don't have to. I didn't do anything wrong. He didn't get it. I made it so amazingly clear to him, that it all comes down to one. I've chosen the other, get a grip. Damn you P! You deserve a huge ass kick from us all when you get back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to Mich &amp; Andy for always being my lovey chums! -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;Denise and I are going to watch a play at Esplanade. Good thing is my sis and Joni are involved in the play (well, my sis was supposed to) and I know Brian, the director. So we get 4 free tickets! Wanna take my boo too and denise will have to bring someone along too. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Today turned out pretty well too. Guess my baby loves me afterall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89241433?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89241433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89241433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89241433' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89217725</id><published>2003-02-16T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T19:27:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;&lt;B&gt;20 more days till our 7th month anniversary!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like doing these sort of countdowns.. Yes, I am a dorkette. I get bored easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89217725?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89217725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89217725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89217725' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89176540</id><published>2003-02-15T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T05:36:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="black" size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;14th February 2003 - Valentine's Day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_ZOUK.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black" size="1"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Left to Right: Edric Hunny, Me, Swee Long outside Zouk at about 0140 hrs.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;Well, actually that was actually more like 15th February 2003. Okay, so we had Turkish dinner, urm, can't say much about it. -laughs- But thanks for dinner baby.. I appreciated it a lot. Oh, we got to go on our monorail again didn't we? -smiles- It was tons fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_ME___MY_BOO.JPG" hspace="25"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_ME___MY_BOO5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then we decided to take a long long long LONG walk! But we got pretty pictures taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_ME___MY_BOO6.JPG" hspace="25"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_KISS.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we just ended up at Zouk to meet Daniel. Swee Long later joined us too. It took me a while to get into the whole mood because of the dress I was wearing! -laughs- Never have I ever worn a dressy tube dress (GUCCI baybbeeee) and heels to go clubbing. It's very unclubby like. It's not hip-huggin. But later, it wasn't all that bad because the loads of girls that streamed in were decked in even dressier, girlier dresses with florals, etc. : )&lt;br /&gt;But Phuture as usual was playing their R&amp;B, mixes of Slow Jams and Hip Hop (crap).. dancing with my boo is so incredibly seksi!!!! It was a wierd scene though, guess because it was V-day, at least 60% of those at Zouk/Phuture were paired up couples! Quite a pretty sight if you ask me...&lt;br /&gt;Just one last picture of the 3 of us chillin outside, taking a breather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_ZOUK2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I look hella estranged in this picture! No, I wasn't drunk Michie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, boo made me breakfast in bed. I liked it a lot... So thoughful of you. I am sorry I made you stand in the pouring rain for so long! I didn't know you called! I am so sorry. I feel so bad and was so worried that you were going to fall sick because of getting caught and STUCK in the rain. Yay! Got to wake up to you again, hugged each other so much while sleeping last night.... Thanks hunny bunny... Let's sleepover again! -kusje-&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89176540?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89176540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89176540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89176540' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89143475</id><published>2003-02-15T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T06:45:55.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="Black"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seems like everyone had a good valentine's day..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89143475?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89143475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89143475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89143475' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-89037312</id><published>2003-02-13T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T06:06:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;B&gt;song playin - dark beat&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Baby, this song is just for you... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_VDAY.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a new sig for &lt;B&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;. I just really enjoy doing this kind of things for him because I like it that he likes it so much that it makes him smile. Sweet. Like this new sig hunny? Good Lord, I am really so much in love with you... Not that I am complaining because I am enjoying every moment of it! Even when we are having bad times and disputes, I look forward to making up with you. Bloody hell, it's fun to make up AND make out with you. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see new piccy's of my boo hard at the lab today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_J162.JPG" hspace="20"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_J163.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my baby so cute? I have a video of him, until I learn how to convert it and place a video image on my page, you guys can't experience his cuteness here.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made him smile was this.... &lt;I&gt;(i surprised him at school with the help of his friend, Swee Long..thanks a lot! : )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_J16.JPG" hspace="20"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_J164.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously suspect he loves the Jordan 16s more than he loves me. Seriously speaking. I'm not surprised. Oh well... As long as it makes you happy hunny bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit Miko (Ethan) in the hospital today.. I felt like crying... My poor god-brother.. I feel your pain dear boy. Don't worry both your jie jies and me are always here to get thru it. No matter how bad the medication, you must be a big boy and not cry. He lost the radiance he always had, the strong presence he had around him. Poor Mich, I feel awful... Darling Miko, wish I could do something to take away your pain... -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming to an end... Damn, no excuse for buying new clothes without the guilt, etc. No more visiting and gobbling down the food without the guilt again. But it's all good, cause that's the worst part of CNY. Speaking of which, I didn't visit &lt;B&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; parents, Edric hunny. That isn't very nice of me, isn't it? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Hunny, Happy Valentine's Day! -kusje-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-89037312?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89037312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/89037312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89037312' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88979123</id><published>2003-02-12T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T06:11:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt; &lt;B&gt;song playin - Last Temptation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it that Ja's last album is so good. It makes me crave for more Ja. I remember I totally flipped when I got his CD back in HK. Damn. Oh well, this is one of my fave. songs from it cause Charli's featured on it. Rock on baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_DIESEL.JPG" hspace="18"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_FAVESHOES.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_SHOES.JPG" hspace="18"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_SHOES2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_SHOES3.JPG" hspace="18"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic31/just4edric2_SHOES4.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I finally got a pair of new shoes. (other than heels and boots that is.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am that pathetic, I own more heels than anything else. I admit it, I have an expensive &lt;B&gt;shoe&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;bag&lt;/b&gt; fetish. And when I say that, I am picky. I admit, I am brand conscious, but only if I can afford it. I don't mean just buying tons of cheap bags from like Far East and crap. I can't explain it, but labels have prettier stuff like Marc Jacobs "New York at Night" black clutch purse, Nine West's pretty leather bags and the oh-so-cute Dior Saddle bags now. And shoes from Miu miu are so cute! Diesel shoes are feminine and yet so masculine. Just the way I like it. Gucci and Dior. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;Guess.. Mmmm... : ) Baby Phat makes the word "phat" surreal. But of course, it doesn't imply I am stuck up or that I don't have cheap stuff. Today, I wore a dirt cheap black lycra camisole from Zara (only 12.90) and a simple black linen skirt which cost 12 bucks too (thanks mich).. Maybe my sexy pink Roxy handbag cost a lot more, but it implies I don't go for only brands but simply what I like best. I like the labels because of their uniqueness and personal style. Their signature bags, glasses, etc makes it all so alluring and appealing as compared to unknown labels who change and imitate fashion from all sort every other month. I don't like change, so classic is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, high maintenance? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with my favourite person in the world today. Boo! Sorry if I bored you, making you do silly chores with me but that's how I run errands.. So sorry, so glad to spend some alone time with you finally after all these times..Really missed the hell out of it!! Anyway, can't wait to talk to you later. Be waitin for you to finish your work.. Take your time...work's more important. -knuffel- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88979123?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88979123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88979123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88979123' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88851796</id><published>2003-02-10T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T06:55:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="darkmagenta"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Zouk - 7th February 2003&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_2ZOUK.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice (in black) and Me (in white) in Zouk (yes, yes, we sneaked in a camera)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna party party party and dance the night away. Let my hair down and forget about everything like SCHOOL. Screw that. But y'know what? I wanna dance with my &lt;B&gt;boo&lt;/b&gt; only! -grins- Short blog, I love you Edric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88851796?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88851796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88851796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88851796' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88797560</id><published>2003-02-09T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T08:28:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_6_MONTHS.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt; A new sig for my baby.Half a year has passed. I've been with &lt;B&gt;Edric&lt;/b&gt; for that long. This is seriously my longest relationships. Looking back, I am pretty amazed at myself. I know all my friends are. They go like "What? You manage to stay with him for more than a month? Congratulations!" Now's it's like this "OH MY GOD, half a year? Alessa, this is the real thing isn't it? You're really going to stay engaged and marry him?" So it gets me thinking, "Why of course, an engagement IS a promise to get married and I don't break promises." Here's what &lt;B&gt;&lt;Font color="lightcoral"&gt;Mich (Stylin^Gurl)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;said to &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;me(Foxy^Dawl)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;today on MSN. Ignore our nicknames, we were trying to act ghetto. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stylin^Gurl&lt;/b&gt; - Dude, I am giving Andy his shirt on V-day! You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Foxy^Dawl&lt;/b&gt; - I gave him his today, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stylin^Gurl&lt;/b&gt; - OHHHHHHH : ) Tell me! Has our baybee gurl finally decided to settle down???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Foxy^Dawl&lt;/b&gt; - Pretty mucha so! -laughs- Good lord Mich, when was the last time I was serious with one guy in an exclusive relationship?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stylin^Gurl&lt;/b&gt; - Lemme see, in 8th grade onwards, there was Mark, Tobias, Shaun, Kieran, Andy, Dirty Andy, Tim, Daan, Mark L, Terence, Ngov, Tiger, Willem, Joe, Robi, Martin, and who could forget the ass Gonz?? And oohhh, rem the cute guy KOEN?? Martijn too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Foxy^Dawl&lt;/b&gt; - Oh shit, did I date soooo much???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stylin^Gurl&lt;/b&gt; - No, I made it all up. What ya think??? ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stylin^Gurl&lt;/b&gt; - Seriously, when can I meet the groom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Foxy^Dawl&lt;/b&gt; - when B. comes back aight chica???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stylin^Gurl&lt;/b&gt; - gr88 chickadooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Foxy^Dawl&lt;/b&gt; - man I am so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stylin^Gurl&lt;/b&gt; - yeah, and I need to go on a fukkkennn diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs- What kinda convo was that between me and mich? The last 2 sentences were really in total NO RELATION to each statement. That's how pathetic we are. Anyway, things have been happening between me and him these past 2 weeks or so because of alcohol which causes you do to stupid ass shit which hurt the ones you love most. I assure you and will always assure you as long as you need it, that I love only you because it's all true. I have so much to say to you regarding what you were feeling that day, but I only want to do it face-to-face. I thank you for coming over last night... It was nice to have to you in my bed again. Told you my mum likes you better than she likes me. Once she heard you were sick and sleeping in my bed, she went out to buy meat to cook you meat porridge. : ) Welcome to the family baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_SLEEPING_BABY.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so darn cute.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out with DD last night and getting my boy's stuff, just in case you guys are wondering what I got him, I shan't say..not just yet. Hmm, don't you guys think the Palm Tungsten is so pretty? : ) 6 items.. : Black Polo Tee from Ralph Lauren, Short Sleeve Shirt (guess style) from Polo Ralph Lauren too, Mrs Fields brownies and cookies, photo frame, pillow, hand-made love cert and lastly, well...that's a surprise. : )&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when out with DD, we were talking about old songs we used to like.. And I came up with a few... Oh, the memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;-Hold On (Wilson Philips)&lt;br /&gt;-Oh baby I (Eternal)&lt;br /&gt;-Every rose has its thorn (Poison)&lt;br /&gt;-The Earth, the sun, the rain (Color me Badd)&lt;br /&gt;-Should be missing you (Boyzone)&lt;br /&gt;-Love ain't here anymore (Take That)&lt;br /&gt;-Always (Bon Jovi)&lt;br /&gt;-Someday I'll be Saturday Night (Bon Jovi)&lt;br /&gt;-One more Chance (Madonna)&lt;br /&gt;-Love &amp; Affection (Nelson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good old times... : )&lt;br /&gt;I need a break..... A good old break. I miss my baby even though he left a few hours ago. I love you Baby..You treat me the best and you're just so true to me! I can't wait for another sleepover with you again.. This time, I woke up hugging you from the back and the other time, you were holding me, it was all so amazingly blissful! -smiles- I can't believe it. Am I dreamin? If I am, I never want to wake up but guess what? It IS REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88797560?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88797560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88797560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88797560' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88742148</id><published>2003-02-07T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:39:59.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_1TOWN.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Sean, Me and Shirl in town yesterday, well, last evening outside lucky plaza. Yes, I look retarded all right. Urm, I wasn't very prepared for the shot which explains urm, my very unpretty expression. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_1TIFFANY.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUS?&lt;br /&gt;I am such an arse don't you think? : )&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong, something's wrong all right. And I hate not knowing what it is. I hate it all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88742148?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88742148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88742148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88742148' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88652579</id><published>2003-02-06T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T05:47:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Font color="dimgray"&gt;*new song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it? bite me if you don't. -laughs- Fabolous totally rules.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S GOT MY IXUS!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88652579?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88652579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88652579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88652579' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88625136</id><published>2003-02-05T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T18:51:32.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT COLOR="DIMGRAY"&gt;CERTIFIED: SCHOOL IS A PAIN IN THE ARSE.&lt;br /&gt;Freezing my arse off in the Amadeus lab, just an hour more and off school BUT I have to go do some site inspection for a club. This sucks. I still have errands to run, like look for my new digicam! : ) Bruv says I should seriously consider getting the Ixusv3, which was what I wanted all along but the price just didn't seem to get along with me. : ) But it's been at least half a year now, I'm sure the price would have dropped by a decent amount, right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have other errands to do of course. There are honestly too little hours in a day to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Miss you Baby boy! : ) Your msg made me smile. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88625136?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88625136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88625136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88625136' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88617718</id><published>2003-02-05T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T17:32:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;So much on my mind. Just 8 more weeks of school for this semester. I can endure it. I know I can. Then holidays and internship for half a year. I need to get away from certain people in school. They disgust me. I shant talk about it here. Well, not now anyway. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in such crap moods lately, always shouting at my baby.I remember last night when my leg hurt and I wanted to just hang up with him. Sorry hunny. I just didn't feel like talking all that much cause I was really in pain. -sigh- I had a dream last night. That I went to your place with my sister cause we dropped you off, and your mother was sitting at the porch, sipping away her tea. And when she saw me, she told me to stay away from you. That's one thing I dread most, that parents don't like me and always asking me to go away. And you were not there cause you went into your house to get something but when you came out, your mam told you she didn't particularly like me. And she chased me away. That was depressin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deliberately taking my own sweet time to get ready for school cause I am going to go grab a cab. Valentine's day and our six months anniversary is coming. But you told me not to spend the unnecessary dosh on you. Don't blame me if I do, or if I don't. I might already have the near-perfect gift for you. So shh about it boo. -knuffel- As long as it brings a smile to your face, I'm more than happy to do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Baobei, so sorry about last night again. I can't explain what got into me but urm, I promise that I'd try to make sure that it never happens again, ok? Cranky Alessa on the loose. One word can only pop into my mind:  DANGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88617718?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88617718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88617718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88617718' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88535044</id><published>2003-02-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T07:46:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;Had korean bbq at Seoul Garden today with my boo. Surprised him at school today when I decided to look for him. Missed him so much that I just wanted to go over to see him and accompany him, however, think I may have disrupted his efficiency while working. So happy to see him. I hope he was glad to see me too. Oh well, I think I may be falling sick. Started to sneeze real bad in their lab and I feel so cold nowadays.. Brrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts again. -sigh- Lemme see, how many more weeks of school? There's about only 9 more weeks of school!!! I can endure it. I know I can. Dad told me that we may be going to Thailand again for spiritual visit this march. I can't wait for that! I really love going back to thee barn - krungthep. Feel so at home there esp. when people start speaking to me in Thai... Oh well, but nothing's confirmed yet, so...we'd just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite recent economy downturn, my red packet collection of bling bling has increased! : )  Let's just say I am a very fortunate and lucky girl. All of the bling bling has to go into my bank account that is so-called "untouchable" though. Have been doing that since young, but it's okay. I probably shouldn't spend it anyway. Haha. Anyway, 11 more days of Lunar New Year, so bring on the visiting! I still have to go friends visiting. -laughs- Or whatever you people call it. And yes, I am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Hi Baby! You're my lost loyal blog reader. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;And of course I love you for various other reasons too... Suddenly I wanna go to New York with you.. Call me mad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88535044?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88535044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88535044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88535044' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88521698</id><published>2003-02-04T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T00:34:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;Which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 6100, Nokia 6610, Nokia 7210, Nokia 8855 or the new upcoming Nokia 7250 or the Nokia 3650?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, screw it, forget about the latter 2 phones. : )&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose if you were me? Someone's feeling generous.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Really miss Edric hun now. : )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88521698?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88521698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88521698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88521698' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88356443</id><published>2003-01-31T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T17:40:59.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;To all my fellow bloggers and friends and to those who celebrate or don't celebrate Chinese New Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Gong Hei Fat Choy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;Happy Lunar New Year my friends! May the year of the goat be a better one! Urm, I am not good in Chinese at all, so something about prosperity your way, business for you all be boomin, studies improvin, wishin you and your family the pink of health and happiness and wealth come your way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I am such a dork. Gonna go get ready already. Today's outfit? Black sexy tube dress and heels. No, I am not superstitious! -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88356443?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88356443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88356443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88356443' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88208105</id><published>2003-01-29T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T07:37:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt; I am way ahead in my homework and revision. I guess I can't be bothered with anything else except my family, school and friends like Mich, Bri, Denise and a few more..and not forgetting, my greatest love of all, Edric. I just want to get the next few months in school over with. I need to move on. I feel like I am moving way ahead of everyone and people around me are so, I don't know... stuck? I was talking to Eve yesterday and we both agree that the whole scene here about most kids here just sit and dream, sure they have dreams and aspirations, but honestly, I don't see them working towards it? It just gets me down but I then think, why bother? It's their life, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;The people in school need to grow up. That's all I have to say. It'd be mad fun if Mich was here with me! That lil girl is gonna break hearts here. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just watched Jennifer Lopez's new video with LL, " All I have". I like it so much! Thanks to Bryanna Giesbrecht for sending it over. MuchMusic and TRL totally rocks. :  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my really gorgeous skirt back from Mich today, met her in town and mom picked us up. We both got our black &amp; white halters too. I saw this pair of black loafer like shoes from Agnes B. So gorgeous! Might consider buying it after new year, cause I still wanna get my sparkly canvas, and besides, I have 4 new pairs of ankle calfs black sexy heels and my new nine west wedges. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I are much much better! So glad we could have moved on, though it took time, I didnt mind the wait. For every step I took to making things better, I hope you can see that I really mean it from all my heart. Baobei, you mean the world to me too! I saw the sms yesterday and I was so pleased, its been so many days since you've been affectionate to me.. I knew from the start that you were really treating me good when you were always affectionate to me, and I told you before that's what I really like about you cause we both never have a problem with P.D.A.. and when it was suddenly gone for like 4/5 days, it really felt so empty, like someone just sucked a part of me away. You have no idea how glad I am things are starting to turn around.. -smiles- Sarang Hae yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Check out this korean mtv "Kiss -  because i am a girl" &lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO SAD! Thanks Miky (tayre) for letting me in on this video and song!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88208105?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88208105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88208105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88208105' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88071777</id><published>2003-01-26T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T17:58:04.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;Dear readers, If you're reading my blog, please bear with me, the next few entries for sometime would be directed towards my &lt;B&gt;baby&lt;/b&gt;. It's important that he gets this daily dosage of extra love right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, last night we hung up wierd again. Why? Our conversation was going fine before that, even made plans to go to Chinatown on Cny Eve, etc. Whenever you mention that &lt;s&gt;prick&lt;/s&gt;, you totally changed, sometimes I don't want to talk about him, but if you ask, I'd tell you... I wouldn't hide anything from you. I am trying so hard to reassure you as much as I can, but you don't seem to want to listen to me and you then tend to focus it all on him. I am not complaining or anything, it makes me only more determined to do it right. I don't want you to not feel hurt just to make me feel better, I want you to feel better on all your part, don't bother about me at all. It's not important to me at all. You asked if I found this whole thing tiring, tiring to tell you it all didn't mean a thing, tiring to try to reassure you? &lt;br /&gt;I've only got one answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Never&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take it all back, but it happened, I can't. I don't want to bear the though of you not being able to forgive me and just let it go. It may take days, weeks, months or years... but I am not going to just give up all like that. If you can always pacify me whenever I am in one of our moods, don't see why I can't do that for you.. It's nothing much, but I see that as the first step to making it all right again. If I don't call you or send you a message today, I'm sorry, don't think of it as I am not thinking of you, cause you're on my mind 24/7. I just don't really know how to react to 2 whole abso-fucking-lutely miserable nights of phone conversations. Please take care of yourself...&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88071777?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88071777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88071777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88071777' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88045222</id><published>2003-01-26T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T17:46:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Font color="dimgray"&gt;I miss my hunny bunny. I really hope you're feeling a tad better. Just don't want to see you in pain, the thought and feel of being betrayed and hurt by a loved one is the one most painful feeling anyone can go through. Remorse is all I feel. I'd make it all right again... You're way too important and special to lose. You're family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known him for &lt;B&gt;203&lt;/b&gt; days. These have been the best 203 days ever, whether it's an up or down. Everything with you is a learning experience, you have taught me so much and I had to go and almost lose this absolutely smart and loving "teacher". Now, why on earth would I do that? Without you, who's going to teach me to be a better person and the many lessons needed to be experienced in life? Yesterday, Denise said after being with you, I've changed, and for the better. It made me smile.. Because she made me realise it was all because of you. I knew it... you simply bring out the best in me. : )&lt;br /&gt;I love you so dearly Edric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88045222?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88045222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88045222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88045222' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-88031665</id><published>2003-01-25T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T19:56:33.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;Listening to this song makes me feel even worse.. Why? Look at this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;The beautiful days are long gone&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to breathe&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it hasn’t been that long&lt;br /&gt;Since you walked away from me&lt;br /&gt;Now I can try to act real strong&lt;br /&gt;But you and I both know I still think of you that way&lt;br /&gt;You should know…that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful lights the star filled nights&lt;br /&gt;They don’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were my star and so it don’t seem right&lt;br /&gt;Without you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Now I can try to act real strong&lt;br /&gt;But you and I both know its hard for me to say&lt;br /&gt;You were my soul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could say that I don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;And I could say that I’ve closed the door for our love&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you I feel It’s time for us to go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;But baby I just wouldn’t be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl your love is still on my brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when your in love it takes time to heal&lt;br /&gt;When someone’s broken your heart and changes how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Girl I thought that you’d never do me that way&lt;br /&gt;But even after all I still think of you that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could say that I don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;And I could say that I’ve closed the door for our love&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you I feel It’s time for us to go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;But baby I just wouldn’t be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl your love is still on my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now love is a game that we both like to play&lt;br /&gt;But will I win or lose if I go or if I stay&lt;br /&gt;Even though I try to hide my broken heart inside&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know me inside out and I can’t get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could say that I don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;And I could say that I’ve closed the door for our love&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you I feel It’s time for us to go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;But baby I just wouldn’t the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl your love is still on my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color="dimgray"&gt;I shan't talk about my weekend clubbin cause it was a stupid experience. This song seems to make me think what &lt;b&gt;he's&lt;/b&gt; thinking.. One foolish mistake can cause so much heartache. Based on everything he's said yesterday over at my place and on the phone, this song seems to tell me everything he's feeling. Baobei, I am sorry. I know I have said it countless of times, but I mean it sincerely. I want to make it up so badly to you. Your perception of me has probably changed and it just frightens me at how things can change overnight. You have every right to hate me or avoid me, but I am not going to let you do that all alone. I've given too much into this whole relationship, my everything, all feelings, I hate to see it all go down like that. I never thought it would be so possible. Last night, you said you were selfish, because you should be thinking about my feelings too, but I'm okay, I'd deal with myself on my own.. You're always more important and I just want to make you feel assured that it was a moment of folly, not even being rational there and then. You're on my mind 24/7 and how you're feeling also affects me. Right now, my number 1 prorioty is to make you feel better and slowly start to accept me again. I know you're hurting bad and it hurts an awful lot for me too, it hurts to see you this way and it's because of a silly mistake I made. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed to say that it's all my fault and that I deserve this treatment from you. And I am not afraid to tell the whole world that I was foolish and made a dumb mistake and willing to go all out and make it all right again. So Baobei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am sorry... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;I love you baby, if not the same, I love you more.. It shows that I do mean a lot to you, even if I had "find out" this way. I know we'd make it through, we talked about our future, and I am confident we'd make it. I thought about it and I have to learn how to be the stronger person especially if I want to make it all right. Hunny, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-88031665?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88031665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/88031665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88031665' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87841743</id><published>2003-01-22T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T06:41:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He called me again.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't do it... Why do you always make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Philip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87841743?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87841743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87841743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87841743' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87836349</id><published>2003-01-22T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T07:55:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;&lt;B&gt;song playin - still on my brain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining outside, listening to my new CD.. Isn't this a great song? Thanks to Adriana (Andy's lil sis) for my birthday present. She got me the Justin Timberlake CD. Thanks sweety. And also, thanks to Gin &amp; Mei for the interesting read. I'd make sure I'd make that light reading. : ) I love all my b-day presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic21/alessa_LITTLE_BEAR_IN_TS_FOODCOURT.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Little Bear in Times Square's Food Court. &lt;br /&gt;In loving memory.. mummy is so sorry.. : ( Daddy... I miss him so much!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this song, actually makes me think of some things... I opened my folder entitled "HongKong". There, holds my memories with my darling fiance. It's been about 1 1/2 months since the trip. Funny, it seems like such a long time ago yet at the same time, it seems like it was just yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I remember the first night we arrived, when it was raining. I remember it when you held my hand, took care of me. I remember it when you told me how pretty I looked. I remember you buying me my first "Yang Guang" orange juice. I remember walking with you in sleazy WanChai and then going to Conrad for drinks. I remember telling you how unreal it all feels like. I remember holding your hand while walking along Causeway Bay. I remember you hugging me whenever I felt cold. I remember you protecting me whenever we were walking in crowded places such as MongKok, Tsim Sha Tsui, etc. &lt;br /&gt;I remember what brought us closer. I remember waking up to you every morning. I remember it all. That's when I realised it, you really love me. Which is why shortly after the trip, we got engaged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss HongKong&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edric, I have to apologize for last night when I just shouted at you, not wanting to talk to you. I really wasn't tired. I just felt very uncomfortable physically and emotionally. Physically? I don't know why, I was just in pain, I had terrible chest pains and I felt like I was going to just pass out from pain. I can't describe what kind of pain I was feeling, but I just felt like... passing out?&lt;br /&gt;I missed you so much last night. You didn't have to come over. It was 2 a.m. hunny. I know how tired you must have been. I apologize for everything. I can't explain why I act like such a big baby at times. You really have to accomodate to me, don't say that it's nothing, because I know me, I know it must be awful to keep putting up with me and just giving in all the time. I am sorry if I make you tired..both physically and mentally, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;I love you hunny. Nothing's going to change that, if loving you is the impossible, you can always rest assured that I will go all out to make it the possible.&lt;br /&gt;Ik hou van u mijn dear liefste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87836349?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87836349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87836349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87836349' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87787630</id><published>2003-01-21T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T08:14:12.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially tired. I actually studied today. : ) Feel like I accomplished something today. Hopefully, I don't forget what I learnt. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_JANICE__ME_AND_DD.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pic of the day: Janice, Me, DD at my dining room on 17th Jan, birthday celebration.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go thru my notes again to check if I have forgotten anything. I doubt it. : ) Ah, screw it, I shall take a break... Study tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby. I want a hug.. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87787630?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87787630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87787630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87787630' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87724751</id><published>2003-01-20T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T04:46:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="8" color="deeppink"&gt;Sex &lt;font color="black" size="5"&gt; and the &lt;font color="deeppink" size="8"&gt;City&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_SEX.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="black"&gt;I absolutely love this show!&lt;br /&gt;I really do!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_DVD.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_DVD2.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_DVD3.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;And guess what? I have all the 3 seasons of DVD! : ) Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for season 4, 5 and 6 to be out on DVD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic29/just4edric_SEXBOOK.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I want the book too!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't want season 6 to be the last season. Stupid HBO! This is such a good show!! Damnit -cries- I love SJP's new hair! Rock on my 4 favourite fictitious New Yorkers! Congratulations to Kim (samantha) for winning best supporting actress at the 60th Golden Globe Awards! : )&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87724751?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87724751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87724751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87724751' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87678535</id><published>2003-01-19T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T05:27:37.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;3rd blog of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of new year of sometime in feb, I decided I shall give my webpage a little uplift. I can't really be bothered about it for now. Have more important stuff to do, like school, family, my thai lessons, driving and maybe dance and drama again? : )&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed right now! I really wanna give that loser a big shout but he doesn't dare to pick up his phone. Hey girls, ignore this loser name JARED. His number is 97823900. Call him and tell him what a loser he is if you want. I don't care, I am going to immature and put his number on a lovers site for gays. Haha, never offend me. He called my best friend Michiyo a bitch and for that he dies. And guess what, when I told him never to bother to contact me again, he calls me a petty and starts with the names. I am so pissed. He is screening calls and I wanted my baby to help me out call him, but I can't seem to get Edric.: ( Damn, if any of my friends are reading this, JARED THE &lt;B&gt;LOSER&lt;/b&gt;'s number is 97823900. He's a shorty (for guys.) He's only about my height which is 5'4.. and ugly and totally your disgusting guys who think he's got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Speaking on a happier note... here's a list of presents I got so far..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Swarovski dove brooch (thanks boo)&lt;br /&gt;- Sort of antique like thing with our picture in it from boo. (i love this best!)&lt;br /&gt;- Dior black ring with red beads&lt;br /&gt;- Guess denim bag (the one I was eyeing all along)&lt;br /&gt;- Black tube dress..(very gorgeous)&lt;br /&gt;- Seksi new black heels&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed toys and photo frame&lt;br /&gt;- Folli Follie earrings (very gorgeous indeed candice!)&lt;br /&gt;- Anklet&lt;br /&gt;- Handmade earrings&lt;br /&gt;- Anklet, earrings, necklace, rings, chocolates hamper style from Eua&lt;br /&gt;- Loadsa dosh&lt;br /&gt;- Home-baked birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;- New book and comic book of Baby blues&lt;br /&gt;- J.Lo Glow (again)&lt;br /&gt;- More moolah..hehe $$$&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping voucher for Topshop&lt;br /&gt;- Swensens voucher&lt;br /&gt;- funds for my digital camera : )&lt;br /&gt;- MaxMara black chiffon like top&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Frank stuff&lt;br /&gt;- a couple more stuff..and more to come! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87678535?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87678535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87678535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87678535' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87674979</id><published>2003-01-19T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T02:04:54.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, I was bored, so I did a little calculation. From 9th August 2002, Baby boy and I have been together for &lt;B&gt;163&lt;/b&gt; days... There'd be another &lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt; more days till we reach our 6 months anniversary! This is a major record for Alessa! (cause her relationships only have a one month validity before she gets bored and chucks the guy aside..aye mich?) And guess what? There's only &lt;B&gt;202&lt;/b&gt; more days till our 1 year celebration. How exciting! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love you baby cakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87674979?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87674979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87674979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87674979' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87674298</id><published>2003-01-19T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T02:45:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;B&gt;song playin - satisfaction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic21/ThaiChiGrrLy_EVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to get this album. Initially wanted to get it when it first came out but decided to skip it and buy all my other records. But ever since I borrowed it from Cheryl, I am too hooked onto it. I plan to get it by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;And also, I need to do my new year shopping this week. I need a pair of black pants, more tops and shoes. I've got enough heels already. And what else? That's all I need I guess. But basically, I just want to get my Dior sunnies from the boutique and a pair of shoes and also black pants and my Eve CD.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bunch of great b-day presents..and more to come.. : ) Thank you everyone for all the lovely presents. And thanks to Kieran and co for the birthday cake that day... Shall blog more later about my b-day. Got to do some shit first. Thanks again! Now, 364 more days till my next bday. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Candice sweety, I wanna streak my hair too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87674298?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87674298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87674298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87674298' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87605683</id><published>2003-01-17T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T12:14:50.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Happy 19th Birthday to me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Phuture/Zouk. Feel kinda dizzy, think I drank too many different kinds of drinks..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Candice, Eve, Janice, Denise, Ginny, Derrick. Jackie, Daniel, Shirl and Sean and Edric baby for making it all worthwhile. : )&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who sent their love and for all your lovely presents. It's just the start of my birthday...so let's see what kind of saturday birthday I'd have. -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;Gonna zonk off to bed now. Having lunch with family tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87605683?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87605683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87605683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87605683' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87562569</id><published>2003-01-16T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T16:56:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;monday&lt;/S&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;tuesday&lt;/S&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, , &lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;wednesday&lt;/S&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, , &lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;thursday&lt;/S&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, , friday, saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic21/ThaiChiGrrLy_ALESSABDAYANIMATE.GIF"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Guess what &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lingahg3r" target="_blank"&gt;ling&lt;/a&gt; made for me? Knowing I am such a huge J.LO fan, I thank for her for such a sweet present! : ) Thanks sooo much for the love and wishes. xoxo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; The partying night is here. I am not in a particularly good mood. One more question about what and how I am going to spend my 19th birthday on Saturday (not today), and I'd absolutely strangle the person. I don't even feel like doing anything thanks to a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let that get to me today, not today. Not the one day where I can see Candice again, Val, Eve, Mich, Ivan &amp; Nick..  It has been ages since we last met. This would be a good time to catch up. God, I miss eve and candice so much. Anyway, rock on. I just want my Tom Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87562569?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87562569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87562569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87562569' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87477843</id><published>2003-01-15T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T07:14:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic21/ThaiChiGrrLy_INLOVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;New Year's Eve - Singapore Expo Ministry of Sound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;B&gt;Ekka&lt;/b&gt;! : ) Dave Seaman performed for us. Baby, surprised to how I got the pic scanned? : ) Why don't be! Your baby girl is really resourceful. Aw, he's right. I love that pic of us! A pic of one of our fave. past-times. -grins- How schweet. I love that pic too! Okay, I am dedicating today's blog to you Edric. Words can't describe it, but thanks for putting up with me. I know I am not one of the nicest person to hang out with at times so I know what you have to endure, etc. You're so sweet to do so. Call it love I suppose? Then you must be very magnanimous. I like it best when you tell me how much you love me. I honestly feel so &lt;B&gt;blessed&lt;/b&gt;! Boo boo, where are you now? I sent you a SMS and a message over ICQ but you didn't reply. And you usually call randomly just to say 'hi' but you didn't today... : ( Did I do something wrong? &lt;br /&gt;Ik misje je! Last night when we were talking over the phone, I thought you said something really sweet... Call me silly, but I still remember.. You said this:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;he - &lt;I&gt;do you love me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;me - &lt;I&gt;of course i love you silly...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;he - &lt;I&gt;oh good, cause i love you too... i love you so much *pause* dunno what i'd do without you...promise you will never leave me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;me - &lt;I&gt;*smiling* i promise...promise never to leave you..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;he - &lt;i&gt; oh good good!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;Daiyo, isn't he so sweet? I know, I know.. You must be thinking I am some sory of psycho.. remembering such minor details from my conversation with my boo. But it's just this little things that makes you smile and be thankful for someone who can love you and complete you. Who would have thought? -smiles- &lt;br /&gt;Alessa's finally found the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Edric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87477843?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87477843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87477843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87477843' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87451889</id><published>2003-01-14T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T18:59:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;monday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;tuesday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;S&gt;wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/S&gt;, &lt;B&gt;thursday, friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;Guess what? I got my words to stretch out on my own!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;Clever? -grins-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87451889?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87451889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87451889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87451889' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87451835</id><published>2003-01-14T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T18:54:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;So whatchya think of my new new template? : ) Pretty isn't it? I can't seem to know how to change the length of the words to stretch it out, if any of you do know how to do it, pleeaasse send me an email at oriental_alessa@hotmail.com (thanks a mil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;Up early today. School starts at 1 and I am skipping 2 lectures cause I need to go get some things done. Shit, better read notes and revise... Don't wanna fall back behind schedule. &lt;B&gt;Baobei&lt;/b&gt;, sorry if last night I acted all cranky and shit. I always do it to you and you're always the unfortunate one who have to bear with it. Really, so sorry. I don't know what got into me either, just that urgh sometimes I am such a major bitch and I let that side of me come out and snap right at ya. I feel so bad, but nothing was wrong, I'm just tempermental. I am so scared that because of that, one day you gonna realise that I am treating you so bad and  you gonna wanna leave me for someone better, someone who can treat you right.. It's such a bad trait I've inherited and cultivated. I don't mean it okay, and I know you gonna say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;&lt;I&gt;"it's okay, silly, i know you don't mean it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;"i know you love me.. i love you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;"you're not mistreating me.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;But baby, I am! I am sorry, will make it up to you. Promise and cross my heart. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87451835?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87451835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87451835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87451835' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87418792</id><published>2003-01-14T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T18:55:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;monday&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;tuesday&lt;/s&gt;, wednesday, thursday, friday, SATURDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kriztine_c/02heart8.gif"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; Love you Baobei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; Thanks to mich and andy for the lovely black seksi dress and gorgeous hella seksi heels. Yes, we'd make head turns, haha, and do my hair in a low classy ponytail aye? Can someone loan me your digicam? Mine's not with me and I won't get it back for a long time. Or should I just buy a new one? Afterall, I've been eyeing one for so long but aye, so broke. See first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; I know I promised the pics from NYE would be put up but silly boo boo took the pics and I cant scan them. Bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; Birthday coming. Once again, Bring it on. No longer moaning I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; -does the chicken dance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; Hung out with babycakes too. It was so nice though we hung out for like 2-3 hours only.... But it was nice to fool around and act like a total monkey. &lt;font color="black"&gt; Miss you boo. Thanks for the mango cake. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87418792?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87418792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87418792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87418792' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87351305</id><published>2003-01-13T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T05:24:36.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; My tummy hurt earlier, which is fine now, between the times of 1245 noon to 1600 hrs, my head was spinning and I nearly fainted. Why? I felt as if I consumed either really bad wine or really strong red wine. I only go dizzy like that if I have too strong a red wine..so why? I think I did faint and drop in my room though cause at 6-ish my dad woke me up and I don't even remember going to sleep. Am I dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; hands are itching like mad now and so is my face. I am preparing something and it makes me hand itch. I hope it's worth it. Better taste good. Stupid sap. Ow, now my nose itches. -scratch scratch-&lt;br /&gt;Want to die today, die, die, die. -wails- And it's miserable cause I don't get to see my hunny bunny. Grrrrrr. Moo, I miss you. My mother washed "blankie" and it doesn't smell like me and you anymore. -sigh- I hope this day ends well. Only about 3 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87351305?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87351305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87351305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87351305' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87305695</id><published>2003-01-12T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T06:51:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 days time, there'd be dinner and drinks at my place. In 5 days time, I'd have people reminding me of my life spent. In 5 days time, we'd do a countdown for my 19th birthday on 18th Jan (sat). Man, I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is honestly the first time I am getting all freaky about my b-day. Its only a year more! What the heck? Maybe it's because of my last year of being an official teen. So shoot me now, but part of me is so excited turning older soon, with my degree and masters and maybe a PhD? -laughs- I just want to give my parents the life they deserve. It's time their money-consuming daughter buy them their dream house in Volendam. I know how much you miss that place mammy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, who's afraid of whom now? Hurry and let me get over with it. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this friday, looking forward to seeing &lt;B&gt;Candice&lt;/b&gt; and EVE! Michelle *boyfriend* (grins), Ivan &amp; Nicholas, Winnie, hopefully Val, Shirl, Jess, Gin, Mei, DD and their dates or friends, Daniel and of course, my boo. What's a special occasion without your lover? My fiance would always be a part of everything I do. Anyway, I have yet to confirm the list so... Mich, of course you can always pop by with Andy! Just remember what we said about the rest ya! After getting high at my place, we'd all head to Zouk, actually Zouk or Phuture, either one, it's fine as long as I get me my lychee martini and apple shooters again. Damn, what would I do without these 2?&lt;br /&gt;Hope I dont get pissed ass high till I make a mockery outta myself. I doubt it. Know what I feel like doing? Eating cake. -laughs- &lt;br /&gt;Actually I AM starving now. Oh, gonna find some snacks and watch "Sex &amp; the City" again. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex. MmmMMmmMMmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a retard aint I? Say it you loons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Just in case my boo thinks I don't love him... &lt;B&gt;ALESSA LOVES EDRIC&lt;/b&gt;. Hunny, miss you sooooo much! I want a hug &amp; kiss NOW goddamnit. -muah-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87305695?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87305695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87305695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87305695' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87255952</id><published>2003-01-10T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T23:25:15.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched new vid from Ashanti and Ja Rule "Mesmerize" off Ja's latest album "Last Temptation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87255952?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87255952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87255952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87255952' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87254745</id><published>2003-01-10T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T01:21:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*NEW*&lt;B&gt;song playing - No More&lt;/b&gt; *NEW* &lt;br /&gt;(one word = feel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Had a date with Edric last night. Met at 7-ish at my place and then headed to town. Had reservations for 2145 hrs movie of US version "The Ring" at Cine. It wasn't as scary or freaky as the Japanese one, which I can proudly say I wasn't thinking about it at all. I just got jumpy during the movie I admit. But at least I watched the entire movie this time, not like the Jap one. -laughs- I had to watch it twice cause I closed my eyes so often and missed bits of it.  Anyway, felt really bad for Edric cause I dragged him all the way down to forum (practically the start of Orchard Rd) to go to Song+kelly21 to get my tubey dress but it was closed. I was so bummed but then I suppose maybe it just wasn't meant to be.. And he wanted to eat jap food but it was all my fault...he got stuck with yoshinoya instead. So sorry hunny, didn't mean to make your dinner that way, knowing that you didn't like Yoshi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; I ate my first proper meal yesterday with desert (amos cookies) yesterday for the first time this week. Guess what? I am actually 49.5kg now, not bad for a girl of 1.63m stature. That's 5'4 and weighing a decent 108 lbs now. Damn, it used to be 110 lbs...which made it a PERFECT match.. Do you know I used to weigh 48 kg when I was 14? And then by the time I was clubbing on a regular basis (ahem -looks at mich and bri- rem our funny ass venom days?), with all the dinners with drinks at nooch, marriott and sushi tei and not forgetting quick bites at MacDonalds outside Shaw before hitting the clubs again AND ALSO, our late night suppers at home with pjys parties and who could forget Coffee Club Express at Cine? (HOW COULD THEY CLOSE THAT?!?! DAMNIT) Yes, anyway, back to the point...Yes, by the end of that wild year, within 2 years, I actually weighed 54 kg! Know what the amazing thing was? You could hardly see it, sure I knew I put on weight but it wasn't so visible, but I honestly knew and it bugged me. 2 years later..well actually 3, considering I'm nearing 19 (fuck!), I'm actually a nice decent 49.5 kg now. How amazing is that? But know what the best part of it is? Over these past few years, I've learnt that women can never can satisfied with their body no matter what unless they just work their asses off or just accept the way they are and live healthy. And that's what I am. I've accepted the way I am. Sure I gorge down chocolate cookies, ice-cream, doughnuts, candy, loadsa alcohol and shit, but I also eat plenty of greens, and by greens, I mean not with creamy sauce, etc... I love my body. I love my ass but of course, I could afford to lose a bit off my thighs. -laughs- Who doesn't? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Anyway, went down to Zouk at around midnightish... Met up with Daniel and friends. Didn't dance much with Edric. He just sat at Phuture at the bar, drinking and doing something else which I totally hated. Oh well, I've completely given up on that, he can ***** his lungs out for all he wants. I don't give a fucking damn anymore. Anyway, I missed the apple shooters! Hella missed it and the lychee martinis! Oh my lord, apple shooters are the sweetest ever. Now I want a Comsopolitan.. No I am not an alcoholic. Oh, I saw Narumi yesterday at Phuture, just smiled and waved at her cause she was busy making out with Sunny! WHEN WAS SHE EVER GOING OUT WITH SUNNY???????? WTF? No one told me that! Least I got to dance my ass off last night. Thinking of joing Candice and Dawn to  "Tha Wu Bar" tonight.. or maybe "illusion". I'd see how things go, since I'm not buying the dress anymore, I have 209 dollash to splurge on drinks and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;I hate my birthday coming up. The people that make me the happiest aren't making me happy or around. Is this the start when I am going to celebrate lonely birthdays? Screw it. I don't need to be reminded that life is short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87254745?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87254745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87254745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87254745' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87166232</id><published>2003-01-09T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T06:40:06.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic30/kissesxoxo_5MONTHS.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this for my hunny. Running out of my creativity soon enough. -laughs- Tomorrow's friday! I so cannot wait. I am dying for the weekend, although I have plans unmade and shit. Who's gonna go shopping with my on Saturday? Someone, be nice, take me shopping and I'd buy you ice-cream, or a doughnut! -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I love Edric? I truly do. Yes, I AM GOING TO BE SELFISH. I am going to hold on tightly to him for the rest of our lives. So blessed is what I am to have found my calling. I didn't know I could care so much for someone, didn't know I was able to be willing to give up so much for him. Love is amazingly beautiful isn't it? This is one relationship where I don't feel like I am suffocating, or where I don't feel as if I am giving for nothing... It makes me feel so amazingly be myself and calm at the same time, where I can be the one true person, reflecting the inner flaws which everyone just wants to hide under their own surface.. I can finally be me. Plus, he has shown me things I've never known I was capable of. It makes me feel so good that I'm able to make my significant half feel happy too. I've finally understood the true meaning behind "It's better to give than to receive."&lt;br /&gt;Boo, we're engaged. And we'll be for a long time because like we always said, we're gonna stick to each other for a lifetime. Too bad, like it or not, I am on you. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5 months Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87166232?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87166232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87166232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87166232' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-87008927</id><published>2003-01-06T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T07:28:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh lord, I am craving for my mum's &lt;B&gt;Tom Yam Soup&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She really does make the best and also not forgetting her green curry, ohh, and her dry fried tom yam prawns and also paad thai! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_TOMYAM.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on my own tomorrow. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Food food food. That's all I need, other than my boo. He made my day today. I love you so, Edric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;BY the way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/highwaytokel/quizzes/%22%22Which%20cocktail%20are%20you%3F%22%22/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/highwaytokel/1036807889_esultcosmo.jpg" border="0" alt="You're%20a%20cosmopolitan!%20%20Your%20drink%20is%20made%20up%20of%20vodka%2C%20triple%20sec%20and%20cranberry%20juice.%20%20The%20ultimate%20style%20guru%20your%20other%20loves%20are%20cats%20and%20eating%20out.%20%20A%20sophisticated%20little%20star!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;""Which cocktail are you?""&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-87008927?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87008927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/87008927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87008927' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86963225</id><published>2003-01-05T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T07:28:23.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Manolo Blahnik&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks from last last Thursday, I have to admit, although I am running absolutely low on funds, I have scouting around for &lt;B&gt;Manolo Blahnik&lt;/b&gt; heels. Any luck? Nooooo... No luck at all. His shoes are so amazingly pretty (but so are my new heels!)&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, I just found out the killer boots &lt;b&gt;J.Lo&lt;/b&gt; wears in "Jenny from the block" are custom made Manolo Blahnik only available in EU. Apparently, Amerie has been seen wearing it and a few other phat stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic21/ThaiChiGrrLy_JEN.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic21/ThaiChiGrrLy_JEN2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I found a way to purchase them, but they cost US$1000! Daddy, guess I know what I want for my b-day! -laughs- DAMNIT. They're so amazingly seksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;B&gt;Edric&lt;/b&gt;, I seriously could wake up to you every morning, is that what our married life would be like? I am not complaining.. Nice to have you over like last time again baby boy. Ik hou van u -kusje op je voorfood en lippen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S SCHOOL IS A MAJOR PAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86963225?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86963225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86963225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86963225' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86923998</id><published>2003-01-04T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T08:14:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy decided to spoil me today. Guess what he and mummy bought me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very seksi, versatile strappy heels from Studio&lt;br /&gt;One simple cut black low heels from Studio&lt;br /&gt;New Season of Guess Capris, edition three (god, i hate the sale items which are edition 2, cause they're awful!)&lt;br /&gt;4 Paul Frank wristbands thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with the Song+Kelly21 green tube dress. Should I? I can't believe it, I can spend over 400 on my custom made gucci shoes (thanks bri!) for order but I am contemplating about the dress. Should I? And I should go for the nine west red wedges? Oh pray tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;B&gt;boo&lt;/b&gt;. Sarang Hae yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Also, I want my converse and diesel shoes! Oh and the Kenneth Cole red heels. So "sex n the city"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finished all 3 seasons! : )  Waiting for the 4th and 5th on DVD now..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86923998?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86923998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86923998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86923998' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86877487</id><published>2003-01-03T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T06:53:59.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a miserable day.&lt;br /&gt;My sis left for sydney today. What the hell? First my brother goes and now my sis for 2 months and later in the year, she and Scott are gonna move to the states for good. My bro is living in Aust. for good. I am as good as an only child.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I miss my siblings so much, if you guys know how close I am to them both, it's such a miserable feeling. Me and my sis are tight, like we go out, drink, club, dress, laugh, travel, hang out with each other's friends together. How lucky can I get? I was trying so hard not to cry but I just teared and right now I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone. It's so miserable. Dad and Mum tried to cheer me up and took me for ice-cream at Swensen's but it ain't the same. Me and my siblings are tight, we're friends, we're blood. And I just feel so alone in this empty big house...&lt;br /&gt;Called my boo to talk, but he's asleep. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to my bro but he's in town and my sis is on the plane. I was supposed to go new year clothes shopping with her, but since she's not here, my shopping companion is gone.. at least joni is here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86877487?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86877487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86877487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86877487' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86784936</id><published>2003-01-01T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T05:16:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st January 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, funny how a new year doesn't seem to be like a new year anymore. It seems like an extra draggy 2002. Time seems rather standstill right now. I hope all of you had fun last night. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Here's the deal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;6ish&lt;/b&gt; - Dinner with Andy and my seksi crew, had my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;7ish&lt;/b&gt; - Watched 2 episodes of "sex and the city" with my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;8 sharp&lt;/b&gt; -  Went to shower and get dressed. Along the way, my sister and I managed to successfully overturn the entire second floor of my house with clothes strewn everywhere, makeup lying around, hair grips missing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Edric, Daniel and friend (no idea how to spell his name) at Windy Heights to go to Joni's place to get high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;9ish&lt;/b&gt; - Went up to Joni's place. Drank, drank, drank and ate tortilla chips and dip. Screwdrivers, caronas, chardonay, bacardi, vodka, teq, you want it, JONI has it all! -laughs- No sure if that's a very reassuring thing though. Basically, it was me, my boo, Dan and friend, my sis and Scott, Roger and Joni chilling, getting alcohol in our blood. I think I was pretty high cause I was very giggly according to my sister. : ) Boo had to go get Daniel drunk. Smart move. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;10-ish or was it 11&lt;/b&gt; - Went to train station to go to Expo. MAD LONG QUEUE! Daniel left a part of him and his guts in the train. So not pretty. -laughs- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Definitely 11ish&lt;/b&gt; - Had to queue, sis and crew got in already. We cut our way to the entrance with Eva. -laughs- &lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Got my midnight kiss from Edric then, and I certainly don't complain about the way he snogs me. : )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;12ish&lt;/b&gt; - PARTY TIME AT EXPO. Spent a while locating Sean, Shirl and Jess though. But soon made our way to Expo Hall 5 and honestly, Dave Seaman was abso-fuckin-lutely GOOD. Danced all our way through. Oh, Hunny dances well. Know what's the best part about having your lover with you dancing? You guys can do the dirty dance anytime and snog anytime you want and you don't have to worry about anyone hitting on you. : ) Did a lesbian dance with Jess and Shirl too, soon enough we managed to rope Sean and Eva in. -laughs- Yes, explicit pictures will be put up soon enough! Oh, at about &lt;B&gt;3ish&lt;/b&gt;, alessa got molested! (other by Edric) Yes, I got molested by a caucasian woman. She just grabbed my hand and shaking her arse and soon, she was grabbing mine. So not funny, she gave me a new year hug and I think my boo too. Hella wierd. But basically, it was good good dancing. : ) Hands all over? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4ish/5ish&lt;/b&gt; - Left, met some ppl, went to meet Mark for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;6ish&lt;/b&gt; -  WENT ALL THE WAY BACK TO SIMPANG BEDOK for Roti prata. What a fucking waste of time. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;7ish&lt;/b&gt; - Got home, literally ran all the way upstairs, got naked so quick, boo called, and jumped into shower, soon enough I smelt like Palmolive shampoo and Kodomo shower. : ) Fell asleep rightaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fantastic celebration. Got to be with my clubbing girls, old friends, sister, friends and my fiance. : ) And I got a workout too, alcohol and dancing. Who's complaining?&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon! Just waiting for shirl and eva to develop it for me. Love you all for making it wonderful. Thanks for 2002 to Daddy, Mummy, Sis, Bro, Bri, Mich, Andy, Shirl, Willem, Gin and Mei and the rest of my crew...&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I love you Edric.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 2003 will be bigger and better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86784936?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86784936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86784936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86784936' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86739563</id><published>2002-12-31T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T08:12:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple" size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my hair done, nails done in hot pink and flamingo pink french manicure, meeting my seksi crew for dinner and heading to Joni's meeting Edric there, my sis, Scott, Joni and drama peeps to get high before we head down to NYE 2002 at Singapore EXPO for M.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... I finally get to party again. : )&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86739563?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86739563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86739563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86739563' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86646268</id><published>2002-12-28T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T22:49:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;song playing - all i have (J Lo ft LL Cool J)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally feeling this song. A remix of this song would be phat! Hell, I'd move to this song if you move your fine ass to the dance floor. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, everyone that knows me know I love J.Lo and her music. 24/7 rotation, be it on my laptop, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quick blog before I go for dinner with my 'rents and sister. (she's moving to sydney for 2 months this friday. : (&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Gonna go to &lt;B&gt;Ministry of Sound&lt;/b&gt; at Expo on New Year's Eve with mah 2 fav. girls Shirlyn &amp; Jess, Shirl's sis gonna be there too! And gonna meet with my sister, Scott, Joni and a couple of their friends too. Best part is, boo's coming with me! : )New Year's gonna be a blast. I get to party away and get my midnight kiss from my baby at the struck of 12! What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a few pics from Australia. Enjoy. -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_1.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_3.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_5.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I miss my brother (Melvin) and Yen (our friend, well, my sister's Rafflesian friend which eventually became our lovely mate. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Hi fiance. -knuffel- I miss you Edric. Can't wait to see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86646268?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86646268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86646268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86646268' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86631315</id><published>2002-12-28T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T10:53:04.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_ME.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;B&gt;There there Andy, here's the picture you wanted. No idea why you like it so much. Wierdo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86631315?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86631315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86631315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86631315' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86625330</id><published>2002-12-28T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T07:00:17.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_YEN_BEATEN_UP_BY_US_AT_DARLING_HARBOUR.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this picture! : )&lt;br /&gt;Yen decided to be funny and play dead and lay down on the ground outside's Darling Harbour's Gloria Jeans/Starbucks/Macs. Not letting him win, my bro tagged him down and made me join in and we abso-fuckin-lutely refused to get up. In the end, Yen's face was all red and took him 5 mins to recover from 264 lbs of mass squashing him! : )&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yes, I went wild in Australia. Wait till you see the clubbing pics. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S WANNA GO TO Ministry of Sound at Expo on New Year's Eve! : ) I went to M.O.S in London and it was hella fun! Dope!! Wanna join? -winks-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86625330?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86625330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86625330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86625330' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86599743</id><published>2002-12-27T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T12:51:37.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;1. Name: Alessandra Aloka Lee Pei Ying&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like it?: Yes, in fact, I love my chinese name.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nick-names: alessa/alex/lessa/ying/aloka/sandy/a lot more by Edric.&lt;br /&gt;4. Screen names: geisha/ThaiChiGrrLy/sexionefoeva/phat_angel/baby phat/mystiqa&lt;br /&gt;5. Age: 18&lt;br /&gt;6. Birthday: 18th January 1984 (want to send me presents?)&lt;br /&gt;7. Sign: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;8. Location: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;10. Status: &lt;s&gt;single&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;B&gt;love you edric&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Crush: as always, it'd be *sings* E-D-R-I-C&lt;br /&gt;12. Virgin?: Lah di da, ask my boo.&lt;br /&gt;13. Natural hair color: Black, ebony black. Not dark brown, but actual BLACK. HA. Shocked?&lt;br /&gt;14. Current hair color: Dark Brown, no longer medium goldish brown. Wahh..&lt;br /&gt;15. Eye color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;16. Height: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;17. Weight: 110 lbs&lt;br /&gt;18. Birthplace: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoe size: It ranges from a 6 to 6.5 or even 7 at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Parents: Steven and Margaret&lt;br /&gt;2. Siblings: Eldest sis Sabrina and older brother Melvin&lt;br /&gt;3. Live with: Everyone except my brother who lives in Melbourne, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite relative: Favourite??? Isn't that like wrong? Closest, my brother. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: 3 &amp; 5&lt;br /&gt;2. Colour: black (although it isn't a real color), white, red, gold, brown and pink and green.&lt;br /&gt;3. Day: As long as it isn't a school day.&lt;br /&gt;4. Month: January, May, August and November&lt;br /&gt;5. Song: Ahhhhh, simply toooo many!&lt;br /&gt;6. Movie: Shawshank Redemption.&lt;br /&gt;7. Food: Asian food esp. Japanese/Thai/Dim Sum&lt;br /&gt;8. Band: Incubus and Jagged Edge&lt;br /&gt;9. Sport: Swimming&lt;br /&gt;10. Class: Anything non mathematical.&lt;br /&gt;11. Teacher: Mr Ian (who taught me English 2 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;12. Drink: Non alcoholic - H20 and Coke, Lift and yang guang orange. Alcoholic - apple shooters&lt;br /&gt;13. Veggie: Celery, cucumber, tao-gay&lt;br /&gt;14. tv station: Disney, Star&lt;br /&gt;15. Radio station: None. Don't listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;16. Store: Guess/Roxy/Rip Curl/DKNY/Paul Frank&lt;br /&gt;17. Expression: : )&lt;br /&gt;18. Animal: Cats and Koalas&lt;br /&gt;19. Flower: Deep red roses&lt;br /&gt;20. State: I wouldn't know. I haven't been to all states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;1. Me or you: Me me me! -grins-&lt;br /&gt;2. Coke or pepsi: Coke&lt;br /&gt;3. Day or night: Night, cause it always seems sweeter esp. with my boo by my side.&lt;br /&gt;4. AOL or AIM: AIM&lt;br /&gt;5. CD or cassette: CD&lt;br /&gt;6. DVD or VHS: DVD&lt;br /&gt;7. Jeans or khakis: Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;8. Car or truck: Car&lt;br /&gt;9. Tall or short: Tall&lt;br /&gt;10. Lunch or dinner: Dinner&lt;br /&gt;11. *Nsync or BSB? : NEITHER, yucks.&lt;br /&gt;12. Gap or Old Navy: Gap! [Aye Edric, we couldn't find it in the airport!:( ]&lt;br /&gt;13. Lipstick or lipgloss: Lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;14. Silver or gold: Gold&lt;br /&gt;15. Alcohol or weed: Alcohol. No more weed for me. Bad bad young days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE &amp; RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a bf/gf?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a crush?: Yes, and guess what? It's my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you liked him/her: Hmmm, I've been crushin on him since early this year in like March or April when he never noticed my existence. Yah, so like 8 months?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do you like this person?: He's bloody cute/handsome, fine-ass/fucking hot body/great in bed. Oh you mean other than phyiscally? : ) He's thoughtful, compassionate, kind, sweet &amp; loving!&lt;br /&gt;5. If you're single, why are you single?: PASS! &lt;br /&gt;6. How long was your longest relationship?: 6 months&lt;br /&gt;7. How long was your shortest relationship?: A week.&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your 1st love?: Brian&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you miss about them?: Who's them!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the one thing you would change about your past?: Be more active in school activities.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the biggest mistake you've made in your life?: Whenever I disappointed my parents esp with academic and clubbing nights getting drunk.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing you heard: My baby's voice. He called me. : )&lt;br /&gt;4. Last thing you saw: The telly.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last thing you said: "Okie, bye!"&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the last TV show you saw?: The Simpsons and some movie on HBO.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last song you heard?: "Still" by J.Lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU...&lt;br /&gt;1. Saw?: My mum.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed?: Edric&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the last person you hugged: Edric&lt;br /&gt;4. Fought with?: Kevin&lt;br /&gt;5. Were on the phone with?: Edric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you wearing?: My PJs kimono&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you doing?: Typing out this?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;3. Who are you talking to?: Alex from HongKong and Willem and Edric&lt;br /&gt;4. What song are you listening to?: All I have, J Lo&lt;br /&gt;5. Where are you?: My room&lt;br /&gt;6. Who are you with?: No one.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you online?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;8. How are you feeling?: Awful, like i am gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you in a chatroom?: NEVER?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;1. What day is it tomorrow?: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you going to do after this?: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Who are you going to talk to?: It depends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Where are you going to go?: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;5. How old will you be when you graduate?: From where?&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you wanna be: A fufiled and fufilling wife/mother with a career.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is one of your dreams?: To marry Edric, the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;8. Where will you be in 25 years?: I'd be 43 then, hopefully with all my 4 kids and married to "you-know-who" with a good life and my own business in travel and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you write in cursive or print?: cursive. Haha boo has trouble reading my awful writing&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a lefty or a righty?: Righty&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your sexual preference?: I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. What piercings do you have?: 3 on my left earlobe, 2 on my right earlobe and 1 on the top of my right ear and thinking of getting my navel done.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you drive?: Lawfully, not yet. : )&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have glasses or braces?: Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY:&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you most like about your body?: My butt or my legs.&lt;br /&gt;2. And least?: All the fat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. How many fillings do you have?: None.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're good looking? I think I am okay enough to get sufficient attention and to turn heads.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do other people often tell you that you're good looking?: Lemme see, today Kev, Shaun and Andy said I look good, yesterday, Edric said so..(mwaahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you look like any celebrity?: Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wear a watch?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;2. How many coats and jackets do you own? Er, more than 10?&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite pants/skirt color?: Pants-brown and skirt-beige/denim&lt;br /&gt;4. Most expensive item of clothing?: Ohh, this is hard. No really. : ) Yes, I am spoilt. &lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of shoes do you wear?: Flip-flops, Converse, Nike, Heels and Wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do your friends 'know' you?: Only close ones.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do they tend to be like?: Ask 'em.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked?: Yep!&lt;br /&gt;4. How many people do you tell everything to?: Everything? 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC, TV, FILM &amp; BOOKS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite band ever?: Incubus&lt;br /&gt;2. Most listened to bands: Incubus/Aerosmith/Bon Jovi/Jagged Edge&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you find any musicians good-looking?: Some like urm Matthew and Gunnar Nelson, Frank Jon Bon Jovi, BRANDON BOYD!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you play an instrument?: The Organ.&lt;br /&gt;5. Type of music never listened to?: Techno.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86599743?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86599743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86599743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86599743' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86595423</id><published>2002-12-27T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T10:32:21.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recieved an email from someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;evol on saw ereht nehw devol I. atel oot devol I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you finally coming back to your senses? I feel abso-fucking-lutely glad for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86595423?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86595423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86595423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86595423' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86557966</id><published>2002-12-26T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T11:42:31.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate you Philip.&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking? You're not loving me right. Stop it. I hate to see you this way. It's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86557966?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86557966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86557966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86557966' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86556406</id><published>2002-12-26T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T10:53:03.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is for MICH! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich hunny, when my sis gets my handphone bill next month, you are gonna pay for all my roaming charges while I was in Malaysia today! I can't believe you made me talk to you for 2 hours when I was supposedly shopping! So Andy's parents aren't that bad right?&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mich totally freaked out. She's supposed to dine with her fiance's parents for the first time. Actually, she has only met them once. Andy's parents doesn't know that the both of them are engaged yet. Afterall, she's 16 and he's 18. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, this was a proper sit down and get to know each other dinner. Naturally, she freaked out. Being the angel I am, I lent her my nice nice black top and skirt to dress to impress. She freaked out hours before the dinner and called me to ask me what to do. Now, normally, I would help, but how the freaking ass would I help this time???? I hardly meet any of my boyfriends parents, wait, actually I do cause we were always friends first. But it's been so long since I had to go thru the whole "wonderful" ordeal. So basically, I had to calm her nerves down and try to slap some silly ass cow sense into her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, she was so adorable. Getting freaked out over such a matter. But then again, who could blame her? It's always nerve-wrecking to meet your partner's parents isn't it so? Don't look at me. I don't qualify for that, so basically I wasn't much of a help.&lt;br /&gt;But judging by her SMS that when "OMG! His parents are going to lunch with me tomorrow and send me off to the airport!!" I mean, how bad could it have gone? -laughs- Rock on girl, congratulations on being "accepted" by Andy's 'rents. I feel so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I LOVE &lt;B&gt;Sex and the city!&lt;/b&gt; Nye nye ni nye nye! I have the DVD!! Who-hoooooo! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am losing my voice. -sigh- Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see my agenda for tomorrow. Oh, I'd get Andy (my andy) to take me out, or maybe Tobias or Shaun. It's been sooo long since I saw my seksi boys. Or maybe I should just stay home and rot to death. Nothing seems to be going my way nowadays and it's seriously getting to me. &lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna take sleeping pills and sleep my way from New Year's Eve all the way to 1st Jan 2003. I seriously hate how the year is ending. Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86556406?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86556406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86556406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86556406' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86516525</id><published>2002-12-25T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T19:50:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;song playin - still (Jennifer Lopez)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Buy J.Lo's album!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do not download it unless you bought her album. If I find out you buy pirated shit and downloaded it all without supporting her, I'd murder your arse.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this song fabulous? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86516525?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86516525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86516525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86516525' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86502434</id><published>2002-12-24T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T08:15:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ripped this off &lt;b&gt;cassie's&lt;/b&gt; (from da 852) xanga page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;10 signs that your boyfriend is real about your relationship and you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He'd rather have it your way than any other way.&lt;br /&gt;2. He calls you randomly to tell you that he misses/loves you.&lt;br /&gt;3. He goes all out and spoils you silly even though its unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;4. He drops everything and runs to you when you're at the lowest point.&lt;br /&gt;5. He cares enough to want to know what's going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;6. He wants to meet your family.&lt;br /&gt;7. He wants you to meet HIS family.&lt;br /&gt;8. He lets you in on his life and tells you what he's going through.&lt;br /&gt;9. He tries his hardest to make it a point not to make you shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;10. It's obvious he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my definition of love, this one says it pretty much all, of course there are other things to put into consideration such as responsibility, sense, rationality, etc. And by my definition of love, I can safely say I have loved 3 guys whole-heartedly in my life. Sure I love Mark, Andy, Tim, Shaun, etc. But it's all different. I loved them all as friends and I fancied them off their pants and it was more of a physical thing more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Brian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Willem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Edric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 guys are amazing and will always hold a special place in my heart. But if I had to choose within the 3 guys, I wouldn't think twice about it. Brian? Willem? Or Edric? I know what many of you are thinking, I think Saz, Trev, Gemma, Jo, Ben are thinking Brian. But as for Mich and the rest, you guys would prolly be right. As tough as the decision would be, I'd pick &lt;B&gt;Edric&lt;/b&gt;. Why so? I can never be able to find a satisfactory answer for myself whenever I question myself as to why I like him. Well, I know what I like about him, but how can you love someone so unconditionally? Let's see, I like Steve because he's really interesting to talk to, do I love him? No.&lt;br /&gt;It worries me that I can't seem to say why I love Edric so much. But I think about why I like him so much that I just sometimes think that it's all part and parcel of the relationship. Love just grows. It's an emotion. If something like love is undefineable, logically speaking, there shouldn't be any proper reason to love someone. It just comes because it's a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Brian&lt;/b&gt; was a major sweetheart and was one of the greatest love of all time. As much as I love him and vice versa, with our thinking that we'd be together forever, which I am quite positively certain we would have if he hadn't gone, I don't think I would WANT to remain by his side. Call me bias, I think I am. It's because I am experiencing something with Edric that I have never thought would be possible, which is why I wouldn't choose Brian. But Brian taught me the most. He moulded me into who I am right now. I can't thank my stars for him. Bless such a soul. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Willem&lt;/b&gt; brought out the best in me. He taught me the most important thing in life, to forgive and forget especially if time or distance isn't on your side. Distance was always our greatest enemy. But Willem dope, we managed to last for a whole 3 months. We knew each other for a whole year before you asked me to be your girlfriend. I never thought that day would come because you never seem to want to try to start something with me. I never regretted being your girlfriend and I am sure you didn't. We learnt so much. But it's all come to end. Thanks for teaching me how to love someone so sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Edric&lt;/b&gt;. The absolute love of my life. You bring out the best in me. You have taught me the most valuable lesson so far, even though you may not realise it, you bring out the best in me. I am dead serious. You have showed me the kindest, most honest, sincere, compassionate side of mankind in a way that is so discreet that it just builds up on me. You're a good person, just as Brian was. I have told you, you're like him in some ways, but nothing compares to you. There have never been anyone that I want so badly, never been anyone who I know I can count on anytime. If we were to ever part one day, I just have to let you know that the love still lives here. I have told you before that you always hold a special place in my heart, you mean more to me than Brian and Willem (as horrible as it sounds to the other 2). Because of that, you don't have to worry about me not being a friend. If you break my heart and hurt me so bad, I'd still be there as a friend for you because I've learnt that that's the best gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with me being sappy today? No idea. I'm sappy mostly. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas today. It doesn't feel like Christmas. I always liked the eve of Christmas more. Thanks for the best christmas ever hunny. I am talkin about just being with you. Merry Christmas one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86502434?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86502434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86502434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86502434' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86461635</id><published>2002-12-23T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T19:11:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Alessa's X'mas Wish/Gifts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;s&gt;A Paul Frank bag&lt;/s&gt; &lt;B&gt; i got it! in fact, at least 3 bags and wallets and keychains!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;New pair of brown pants from Dotti&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Thanks Mich!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;My mini skirt from xoxo (us label)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;B&gt;Thanks daddy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Portmans handcarry&lt;/s&gt; &lt;B&gt;Thanks to my aunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Guess watch with diamante&lt;/s&gt; &lt;B&gt;Ah, thanks Andy and co!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Christian Dior sunnies&lt;/s&gt; &lt;B&gt;Thanks Tayre! But I have yet to recieve 'em!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Swarovski Necklace&lt;/s&gt; &lt;B&gt;I absolutely love it Edric!!!! It's so gorgeous! Thanks hunny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Tiffany Ring&lt;/s&gt; &lt;B&gt;To myself. Hahahah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically the most significant gifts so far, as for the rest, I thank you for all the gifts, but it's just too many to name and also, for the gifts I'd recieve over the next few days to come, I'd thank you guys in advance first! -kisses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86461635?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86461635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86461635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86461635' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86461073</id><published>2002-12-23T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T18:51:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="7"&gt;Happy &lt;font color="green" size="7"&gt;Christmas &lt;font color="red" size="7"&gt;Eve!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Wishin you all young &amp; aged, guy or girl, singles or couples, gay or straight, to &lt;U&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/u&gt;, a Merry Merry Merry CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!! Spend the christmas season with loadsa love! -kiss-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86461073?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86461073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86461073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86461073' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86441387</id><published>2002-12-23T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T09:31:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Here's a picture message to Edric baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_MISSU.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86441387?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86441387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86441387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86441387' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86440601</id><published>2002-12-23T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T09:07:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dyed my hair a dark dark shade of brown. OH NO! It's no longer like last time anymore. Not that "beach babe" look anymore, which is fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH NO, do I look awful with my new hair color?????? -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Alessa. Mich, now no one can ask me to take part in the annual Roxy Comp. Haha. But at least I have va-va voom hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;But I look awful with the hair color don't I?? -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86440601?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86440601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86440601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86440601' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86397289</id><published>2002-12-22T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T07:24:46.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;01. Fallen for your best friend?&lt;/b&gt;  Yes (Brian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. Made out with JUST a friend?&lt;/b&gt;   Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03. Been rejected?&lt;/b&gt;  Yep (stupid jeremy..amazingly, i can't think of any others! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;04. Been in love?&lt;/b&gt;  With my definition of love, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;05. Been in lust?&lt;/b&gt;   Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;06. Used someone?&lt;/b&gt;   I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;07. Been used?&lt;/b&gt;  Not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;08. Cheated on someone?&lt;/b&gt;  Technically, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;09. Been cheated on?&lt;/b&gt;  Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;10. Been kissed?&lt;/b&gt;  Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;11. Done something you regret?&lt;/b&gt;  Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;12. You touched?&lt;/b&gt;  Edric. (last night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;13. You talked to?&lt;/b&gt;  My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;14. You hugged?&lt;/b&gt;  Haha, once again, Edric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;15. You instant messaged?&lt;/b&gt;  Sharon Hong &amp; Kev S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;16. You kissed?&lt;/b&gt;  Edric of course, no one else but my hunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. You had sex with?&lt;/b&gt;  Edric. : ) MMmmmm, my man's a pleaser. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;18. You yelled at?&lt;/b&gt;  My dad but it was cause he couldn't hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;19. You laughed with?&lt;/b&gt;  Edric : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;20. You had a crush on?&lt;/b&gt;  Edric's my lifetime crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;21. Who broke your heart?&lt;/b&gt;  Also Edric. (If you want, I can explain it baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;22. Color your hair?&lt;/b&gt;  Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;23. Have tattoos?&lt;/b&gt;  Nope, thought of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;24. Piercings?&lt;/b&gt;  Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;25. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend/both?&lt;/b&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;26. Floss daily?&lt;/b&gt;  Nope, once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;27. Own a webcam?&lt;/b&gt;  Nope, want one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;28. Ever get off the damn computer?&lt;/b&gt;  Yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;29. Sprechen sie deutsche?&lt;/b&gt;   I don't speak German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;30. Habla espanol?&lt;/b&gt;  And spanish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you/do you/do you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;40. Considered a life of crime?&lt;/b&gt;  Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;41. Considered being a hooker?&lt;/b&gt;  Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Considered being a pimp?&lt;/b&gt;  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;43. Are you psycho?&lt;/b&gt;  I think a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;44. Split personalities?&lt;/b&gt;  At times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;45. chizophrenic?&lt;/b&gt;  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;46. Obsessive?&lt;/b&gt;  Depends. I am obsessed with pleasing my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;47. Obsessive compulsive?&lt;/b&gt;  No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;48. Panic?&lt;/b&gt;  When the need occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;49. Anxiety?&lt;/b&gt;  Yes, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;50. Depressed?&lt;/b&gt;  At times, but my life is good now ever since I have Edric around me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;51. Suicidal?&lt;/b&gt;  Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;52. Obsessed with hate?&lt;/b&gt;  When things are really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;53. Dream of mutilated bodies, blood, death, and gore?&lt;/b&gt;  No. I am not morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;54. Dream of doing those things instead of just seeing them?&lt;/b&gt;  Are you insane?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;56. What would you be doing?&lt;/b&gt;  Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;58. What are you listening to?&lt;/b&gt;  "Last Temptation" Ja Rule feat. Chuck Bmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;59. Can you do anything freakish with your body?&lt;/b&gt;  No, but I'd like to be more acrobatic in bed, if you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;60. Chicken or fish?&lt;/b&gt;  Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;61. Do you have a favourite animal, no matter how lame it may be?&lt;/b&gt;  Koala and Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Clothes:&lt;/b&gt;   Roxy jeans and a hotkiss top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/b&gt;  On Australia time, so getting hungry! Dinner time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Music:&lt;/b&gt;  Sleigh Ride (Billy Gillman and Charlotte Church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Taste:&lt;/b&gt;  Craving for some Thai Seafood I ate at Manly Beach in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Hair:&lt;/b&gt;  Smells of Pantene and Lavenus and half tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Annoyance:&lt;/b&gt;  The aching pain of missing my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Smell:&lt;/b&gt;  New scent from Nautica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current thing I ought to be doing:&lt;/b&gt;  Eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Desktop Picture:&lt;/b&gt;  Cut and paste pic of Edric and Me while in HongKong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Favorite Group:&lt;/b&gt;  Incubus and Jagged Edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Book:&lt;/b&gt;  Girls Night in 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current DVD In Player:&lt;/b&gt;  Bend it like Beckham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Refreshment:&lt;/b&gt;  Lift (from Coca Cola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Worry:&lt;/b&gt;  Money! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Crush:&lt;/b&gt;  Edric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current Favorite Celebrity:&lt;/b&gt;  J.Lo, then again, she's always my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Understanding:&lt;/b&gt; I guess I am okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Open-minded:&lt;/b&gt; I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arrogant:&lt;/b&gt; 70% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Insecure:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Interesting:&lt;/b&gt; I HOPE SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hungry:&lt;/b&gt; Very! : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Friendly:&lt;/b&gt; Quite, but it all depends if the party is friendly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Smart:&lt;/b&gt; I have a smart mouth! Does that count? I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Moody:&lt;/b&gt; Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Childish:&lt;/b&gt; I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Independent:&lt;/b&gt; Pretty much am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hard working:&lt;/b&gt; Depends on what I am working on/at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Organized:&lt;/b&gt; I try to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Healthy:&lt;/b&gt; Haha, I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Emotionally Stable:&lt;/b&gt; I am okay, but whenever I am gonna have my period soon, I get broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Shy:&lt;/b&gt; Actually, I am quite often. Not many ppl see it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Difficult:&lt;/b&gt; Not really. I am an easy person. Easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Bored Easily:&lt;/b&gt; Yep, just like a little kid! 5 min attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Thirsty:&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Responsible:&lt;/b&gt; I try hard to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sad:&lt;/b&gt; Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Happy:&lt;/b&gt; Quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Trusting:&lt;/b&gt; Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Original:&lt;/b&gt; Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Different:&lt;/b&gt; In a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Unique:&lt;/b&gt; I have it in me. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Lonely:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes, I can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86397289?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86397289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86397289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86397289' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-86396907</id><published>2002-12-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T08:16:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song playing - Sleigh Ride (MERRY CHRISTMAS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Away in Melbourne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_SISTERS_AT_MEAL.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis lunching at the cattle farm. And yes, I have no clue what I was doing and yes, I have a flower in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_MEL___LESSA_AT_GAOL.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth was my brother thinking with the stupid goatee and floppy HAIR??? SO DID NOT GO TOGETHER. Anyhow, I made him cut it! -laughs- Looks hella good now. I'd have to wait for his pictures of his new haircut though. Be patient. I did a major makeover for him. And it's schweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia was mad fun! Hella spend so much dosh there though. Oh, got my brother a new wardrobe of clothes and new haircut. :) Looks better with his goatee too. I am good I tell you. -laughs- I transformed my brother from hobo looking with soft floppy icky hair to really AA looking nice guy with goatee. What the hell am I studying Tourism for?&lt;br /&gt;I think Melb is nicer than Syd, although Syd was fun cause of my bro and Yen. Met Steve there wich was nice. : ) However, also met &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; which was a total shocker. Anyway, I don't want to talk about it. But if you're reading it, I just want to let you know that you're a utter disappointment and why do you keep bringing me down? You aren't the same guy I used to know 2 years ago and led me to crush on so badly. You used to be a real nice bloke. You used to be decent and deserved all my high praises. Right now, I can't stand the sight of you anymore. Why have you changed drastically? Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so many new clothes from Syd. I did more shopping in Syd than in Melb. I got my new FCUK top. I wanted to get this one top from Paddy's that said "Fuck me now". -laughs- But I don't think my 'rents would like that much. I got one that says "playgirl" though. Schweet. Got my gorgeous hotkiss and xoxo skirts. Funny cause it's from the states yet I found it in Dotti, one of my fave Aussie store. Oh, GOT LOADSA PAUL FRANK SHIT!! : ) Will put pics up of my new gorgeous Paul Frank shit. It's so wicked I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;Got new wallets, purses, whatsoever. Got new Roxy jeans, and Dotti brown pants. Got loadsa new bags. Didn't get my DKNY and Diesel shoes thou. DAMN. Anyhow, will drool over merchandise later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I found a pic of my body when I was 15 and now! Not much diff except I did tone my legs a bit more. Haah, it's soooo wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_15YRS.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_18YRS.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-86396907?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86396907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/86396907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86396907' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85976764</id><published>2002-12-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T20:04:18.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt; A message from Australia, Victoria, Melbourne, Frankston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Haha. Am I such a retard or what? I am typing away while in my brother's room in Frankston. Yes, for all that don't know, my brother resides here. It's a nice little home. 2 levels with a yard even. Frankston is nice and small. Why on earth is Stevie and him complaning? -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Just had pizza and brother downstairs. Gonna met Steve tonight. I did so much mad shopping and I still have so many days left and Sydney to come! -laughs- Good lord. I am having soooo much fun here. What would be better would be my boo with me. Poor baby. Sprained his ankle. I'd nurse you and pamper you with kisses okay hunny? Daiyo.. Sarang Hae yo Edric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;I see you online baby, but you aren't replying, I guess you really are on away mode.. Anyway, I am going to check out Monash Uni now. See what's it like and etc. I'd try to blog and send another email to you boo.. From Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;I love you with all my life. My parents asked for you and sends their love. : ) Isn't that nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;My brother asks after you too and so does my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-kusje op je lippen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;alessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;P.S Must note to come back to Melbourne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85976764?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85976764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85976764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85976764' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85831009</id><published>2002-12-11T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T01:57:13.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Message for Edric&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Boo, I am leaving for the airport in 10 mins. I'd give you a call when I am about to board the plane. You have no idea how hard I was trying to stop my tears from rolling down just now when you came over. I AM a big girl. I can take care of myself. But you telling my mum to look after me was the sweetest thing. It shows how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I wish you could come along with me. It'd be great to meet my brother too. 10 days pass real fast boo. I'd be back next friday. Or is it Saturday? I promise to look you up once I get back. I'd be waiting for the hug when I touch down in Singapore again. And hunny bunny, when you recieve my x'mas card. Could you let me know? I'd call you when I am in Sydney and Melb. -kusje op het voorhoofd-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik hou van u &lt;br /&gt;Sarang Hae yo Edric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Be good and take care of yourself. Baby girl's gonna miss you so much. I mean it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85831009?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85831009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85831009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85831009' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85787681</id><published>2002-12-10T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T08:18:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt; It's 0014 hrs. In about 18 hours time, I'd be at the airport, flying off to Melbourne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Yes, Alessa's going off again. To Melb and Sydney, Australia. I miss my brother so much! The last time I saw him was in July. And considering how close we are, close enough to talk about sex, to go clubbing and close enough NOT to feel embarrassed to have my brother hold my hands in public or play along with me, I REALLY MISS HIM! Yay! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; However, this trip is going to be longer than my 7 days trip to HongKong. Which means me and Edric are gonna be apart for quite some time and that honestly bites. I wish he could come along. Oh well, I guess there'd be other trips we could take couldn't we baby? I'd miss you in Australia. Do use "my" blankie and keep the scrapbook well. Can I call you when I am there? I'd sure like to hear your voice when I am over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Boo boo, I'd be back within 10 days. Or is it 11? Dunno. I can't believe I am flying by SQ. I've never flown by Singapore Airlines and seriously, I am pissed that my record is gonna be broken! Dang. I guess the good thing is, urm...wait, there's no GOOD THING! Oh yeah, more mileage points for my KrisFlyer card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Pathetic. At least I can shop while in Aust now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Miss you boo boo. Can't wait to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85787681?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85787681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85787681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85787681' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85759574</id><published>2002-12-09T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T18:27:08.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;U&gt;&lt;B&gt;What turns me on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Edric in a black shirt. &lt;br /&gt; - Edric half naked with jeans and his boxers waistline showing.&lt;br /&gt; - Seeing the fine-ass line of the back of Edric's body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really really turns me on. : ) You have no idea how much. I have said it countless of times, my boo has a fine-ass body. It's so amazing beautiful and the way his body contours move along.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_BABY_HALF_NAKED.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! I wish the pillow was out of the way. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85759574?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85759574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85759574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85759574' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85733250</id><published>2002-12-09T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T08:48:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pics from HongKong. More will be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_LOVERS.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_ALESSA__EDRIC___DAN2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_MY_FAV_PIC_OF_BOO.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_EXCELSIOR_HOTEL_ROOM.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_BOO_AT_CONRAD_HOTEL_PLAYING_WITH_CELLPHONE.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_BABY__DAN___DONALD.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85733250?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85733250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85733250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85733250' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85624938</id><published>2002-12-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T07:12:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Song playin - Again (J.Lo)&lt;/b&gt; I love her new album! Got it from HK baybee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good gosh, HongKong was so much fun. Thank you boo boo and Daniel. You guys were fun. I hate comin back from a trip, especially from a trip with my boo and from one of my fav. destinations ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the &lt;B&gt;earrings&lt;/b&gt; hunny. They are absolutely stunning! Will post a picture of the gorgeous earrings up here. So utterly sweet of you... The woman at Folli Follie must have thought the same thing of you too sweetthing. : ) &lt;br /&gt;Edric has a new bag. Well, more like a travel pouch to me. And the best part is, he absolutely adores it! You have no idea how he smiled so greatly when he saw the bag. The feeling was so great, so great that my hunny smiled cause it was because of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of HK will be put up soon, before I leave for Australia for sure. Yeah, I am leaving on Tuesday to visit my bro in Melb and heading to Sydney too. That should be fun! But I seriously will miss Edric. After spending like 7 days 6 nights with him in HK, 24/7 of togetherness, from sleeping, to cuddling at night, to waking up to his handsome face and brushing our teeth together, watching him walk around in his boxers and jeans (yes, my major turn on and fetish)...And not forgetting when he'd suddenly just pull me down to wrestle with me, etc. How can I not miss him? -miserable look- In fact, it's been 2 days since I last saw him and both of us were going on about how terrible it is to miss each other so much cause after spending all the nights and days together and suddenly being separated is not a very easy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's a summary of the entire HK trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;29th Nov 02, Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Met Hunny with my parents at Airport at 12. Went in at 1215 cause I wanted to walk around the DFS shops. Once in and parents out of sight, baby gave me a hug! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Qantas serves nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Reached HK nearly at 7. Met Rina later. Checked into Island Pacific Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Freshened up. Went to Causeway Bay, WanChai and then to Conrad Hotel for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Headed back and details will not be revealed. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;30th Nov 02, Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel arrived from the States, met us at the hotel. Moved into Excelsior hotel then.&lt;br /&gt;-Freshened up, went to Causeway Bay (CWB) again. Macs for lunch. Daniel went mad over shoes. Har har. Baby fell in love with a Porter bag at Sogo, 3F.&lt;br /&gt;-Met Rina and Ben (Edric's sister and brother in law) for tea at Excelsior.&lt;br /&gt;-Went back to room, hunny went to shower.&lt;br /&gt;-Walked around CWB again and met Daniel's family for dinner. Live Seafood, something I can't eat. But I didn't mind. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;-Walked around CWB again (yes! again!) and ended up at Starbucks at World Trade Centre. Dan left and it was pouring, so our hotel was just next door and we went back.&lt;br /&gt;-Not much sleep done. And we had fish n chips room service. Wierd tartar sauce..(very ehhhh - according to Edric)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;1st Dec 02, Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Moved into the 3rd hotel, Concourse. Daniel brought his brother along. Plan was to go to Kai Tak Airport to go-kart but unfortunately, it closed down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Headed to Kowloon, looked at shoes. Daniel went mad again. Had Mac's for lunch. (mmmm..McBBQ!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Went back to CWB (haha, u must be wondering why so often). Went to Sogo, 3F, as usual. Daniel and Edric just contemplating whether to get the bag. They didn't buy it then. Got my JLO calendar and CD and Ja CD, got my muji pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Went back to hotel, all went to shower (separately of course) and headed to a cheena chinese restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Went down to Lan Kwai Fong. Went to 2 bars, one called "lost" another called "1997". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Headed home...and oh well.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd Dec 02, Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Called home to talk to mum and called sis to wish her Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;-Met Rina at Tsuen Wan for DimSum. Yummilicious. &lt;br /&gt;-Went to her place and met Barley, the pet lobster. Mighty cute fella. We then took the little public light bus and went down to where? Yes, to CWB! -laughs out loud-&lt;br /&gt;-Looked for 2 shops at Yiu Wa Street. Overheads and Abyss. Abyss was closed. Rina took us for dessert. &lt;br /&gt;-Walked around and then of course, we went to Sogo 3F again. : )&lt;br /&gt;-Went back to the hotel, all freshened up. Went for steak at a place near our hotel. Something happened there. &lt;br /&gt;-Edric and I went to Temple Street for the night market. So much fun!! Hunny chickened out in tryin the "Chou Doufu" -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;-End of the day.... I enjoyed Temple Street and DimSum most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;3rd Dec, Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Woke up late and went down to Tsim Sha Tsui. Lunch with Babycakes at Korean BBQ restaurant. It was soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Went to Folli Follie and got my sis a pair of blue earrings. So pretty. Fell in love with a bracelet and a pair of earrings (which I now have thanks to my lovable lover).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Went in search of Nine West. Got my stuff. Baby surprised me with the earrings outside HMV! I was so happy I hugged him and kissed him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Walked around Tsim Sha Tsui more and tummy didn't feel good. After Daniel got his shirt from Stussy, Edric wanted me to go back cause of my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Hotel. First time watching Porn. -laughs- It's so unsexy. Baby went to shower. I got Daniel to plot with me cause I wanted to get my baby the porter bag he wanted so much! Which was why I decided to go along with them.  To where? CWB!!!! -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-CWB, went to Stussy and Abyss. Daniel was a happy happy boy. -laughs- Dinner at Times Sqaure food court. Went to Sogo. Daniel did his job. Distracted Edric and got him the back. Baby was stunned. And so shocked, happy. He looked touched too! It was one of the most amazing feelings I ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Daniel later got his porter bag too. And I was walking around CWB with 2 grinning boys. Haha. We caught a movie, "Conman" something. Stephen Fung inside.. : ) Hella interesting and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Went back to hotel. Something happened but hunny and I made up. Our love is too strong for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4th Dec 02, Wednesday&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Woke up late and I didn't like it cause I didn't wanna waste the day. Oh well. Daniel went out early in the morn to get something. So hunny and I had some private time to ourselves. : ) I love waking up to him.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to CWB, brought Daniel to the excellent noodles eating place that was dirt cheap and sooooo freaking delish!! Then, we wandered around. Met Daniel's friend, Donald. Went separate ways, baby and I toured Sogo, got my Anna sui thingy and was so tempted into buying the GUCCI hp strap.&lt;br /&gt;-Met Rina for a while and baby felt bad to leave her. I felt bad cause we were going to Tsim Sha Tsui for Guess, so I felt it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;-Tsim Sha Tsui Guess a disappointment. Don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;-Went back to CWB to look for the famous restaurant, Fat Angelos. Pizza and Pasta. Yummy. Was sooo stuffed. I liked the pizza a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-Plans to go to the Peak were changed. Met Donald and friends. Not my kind of crowd. Baby and I had drama again. But we made up.... Donald was pretty funny. We left Daniel and went to the Harbour. It was sooo beautiful there and we had those tourisy pictures taken. Will put it up soon! My baby looks soo good.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Hotel Inter Con. Took pictures of my babe and they turned out soooo nice! I even have it in my purse now. : ) Went back to the Harbour, stayed out till like 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;-Went back to pack, and couldn't really sleep cause of the ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;5th Dec 02, Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Woke up, Daniel left for the airport first. Babycakes and I went to Tsim Sha Tsui to get roast goose for my dad and a present for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Rushed back to Newton Hotel and took E21 to the airport. Met Rina there, checked in, ate at MacDonalds again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Bought "Lou Po Bing" and said bye to Rina. Edric looked sad to part. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Took QF78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;-Reached SG at 1815. Baby sent me home......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF HK TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, don't you think we should do it again baby? We should go on trips more from now on, cause I really like being you with 24/7. It's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the best time of my life. I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85624938?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85624938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85624938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85624938' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85231304</id><published>2002-11-28T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T16:37:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;YES, I AM ANTI-AVRIL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Avril. Why? Loads of reasons. She's a load of crap and contradiction and a horrible so called poserish punk rocker.&lt;br /&gt;There, I knew she'd look nasty without eyeliner. Harhar, what a bitch I am. &lt;br /&gt;Don't care. Avril sucks. Big Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_NOEYELINER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_NOEYELINER2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWW ISN"T IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, gonna meet my friend for breakfast and head home and go to the airport. I'd see you all in a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss bri, mich, gin, mei, tim, andy, andy c, trev, saz, willem, mark, narumi, elaine, tayre, amarit, etc.. -kusje-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85231304?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85231304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85231304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85231304' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85215205</id><published>2002-11-28T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T20:24:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; &lt;B&gt;just about you - shawn desman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; I'd be meeting my babycakes in 12 hours time at the airport. HongKong day has finally arrived and I have yet to pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; Hassle of deciding what to pack. I want to bring a little luggage but I realise my boots take up so much space I had to use the normal, regular sized luggage. DAMNIT. I am definitely not your normal light traveller. No way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; Went out with Andy today. (mich's andy) We were shopping for a present cause he wanted to apologize to her. I tell you, she has to be the luckiest! He got her a hamper sorta gift, an assortment of various things that she'd like, like the new J Lo Cd, a skirt from Zara, the guess watch and toe ring she liked, a spanish language book, M.A.C cheekhue (thanks to me), etc... Good lord. Who wouldn't get jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; Anyhow, I really should start packing...Or eating..I haven't eaten a single thing.. I swear, just drink water cause someone said I am FAT! -laughs- I need to pack anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; I'd be back soon you BLOG STALKERS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; Miss you Mich, Bri, Gin and Mei -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; HAPPY THANKSGIVING PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; P.S GET J.Lo'S and Ja's NEW ALBUMs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85215205?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85215205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85215205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85215205' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85106497</id><published>2002-11-26T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T05:21:39.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 more days till HongKong day arrives. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good gosh, I slept so much today! I woke up at 7ish when daddy called me down for dinner. I am not particularly tired or anything, just feel sleepy. But I feel so refreshed now! I am so glad I got to sleep so much. : ) All ready and refreshed for anything now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved a call from Bri today! Ahhh, I miss her so much!! Michi's gonna pass me my baby phat shirt tomorrow before she goes to school. I can't wait!! : ) I love my girls so much. At least I know who's my true friends... Mich, just to let you know, I am always here for you... I know this is prolly the first time you and Andy had such a huge row but don't think about breaking off the engagement. You guys have been through so much, much more than any other young couple I've seen. To get this far and deciding that you'd want to spend the rest of your lives together is an amazing thing. Consider yourselves blessed that you have found each other.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't let me hear you going on about wanting to break off the engagement all right dear? Me and Bri have dips on being co maid-of-honours.. : )&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mich... -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's coming back on Dec 15th and leaving on Jan 5th. Gives me quite sufficient time to hang out with him. Dunno why things between us weren't so good before he left. Oh well, we used to hang out so much... can't wait for lil kevy to come back! : ) Be waiting for you dude. And yes, we'd take the tons of pictures we talked about..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumps up and down- HongKong HongKong HongKong baby! Actually, I am just psyched to take a plane. Yes, I have a wierd obssession with the taking off and landing of the airplane. I get to take the plane 5 times this month!! I can't wait but I'd miss my boo when I am visiting my brother. : (&lt;br /&gt;So let's make this HK trip as memorable as possible baby.. Ah, I can baby you for urm -counts- 7 whole days!! Ik hou van u Edric -kusje en knuffel-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85106497?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85106497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85106497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85106497' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85057782</id><published>2002-11-25T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T07:44:54.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby just came over. : )&lt;br /&gt;That's 2 days in a row of seeing each other, although it was for like only 2-3 hours.. It was nice to see him. &lt;br /&gt;Hunny, I know you'd read this eventually... But I am seriously fine, just that these past 2 days I haven't slept well and maybe that's the reason why I am tired. Or could be something else known as the pill -gasp- Heehee, nah, I am on the pill for various reasons. But I am okay..&lt;br /&gt;I love you boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelor is such an idiotic show which is highly addictive. GO TRISTA! She's so hot. I think Alex is an idiot. Shannon is such a sore loser. She was. I don't care what you say. Anyhow, better keep the air tickets first before I lose 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Hunny we are going to HongKong!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik hou van u&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85057782?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85057782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85057782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85057782' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-85032088</id><published>2002-11-24T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T07:40:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;3 more days till HongKong day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture for you girls. Isn't Shawn Desman fine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_SHAWND2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-85032088?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85032088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/85032088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85032088' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84967475</id><published>2002-11-23T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T05:21:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Why did my boo have to call me??? : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Now I miss him so so so incredibly much..................... I really want to see him now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; -makes an upset face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; I just want to give him a beary hug and smoother him with kisses, is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84967475?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84967475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84967475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84967475' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84966708</id><published>2002-11-23T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T08:33:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;B&gt;song playing - Baby I love U &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; 5 more days till HongKong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;New song from J.Lo's latest album, "This is Me...Then". Oh just a few more days and I canget my hands on her fine ass album! : ) Ja's last album "Last Temptation" is coming out on the same day too I think. Man, 2 of my favourite artist releasing the much anticipated albums side by side. What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_SCOTT.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; Sabrina (my sis) and Scott (her boo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;She found her happiness with Scott. : ) All the best. Love is a funny thing isn't it? You have never experienced true love until you experience this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Sarang Hae yo hunny. I found my happiness with you too. : ) And only if you're ready, there's loads more where that came from. Lovin you so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt; xoxo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84966708?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84966708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84966708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84966708' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84926927</id><published>2002-11-22T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T10:12:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="Deeppink"&gt; &lt;B&gt;6 more days till HongKong&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Deeppink"&gt; Awww, just read my babe's email to me...Check out this ultra sweet line he wrote at the end of the email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When will this love stop, i hope it will never will.&lt;br /&gt;Edric&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Deeppink"&gt; Isn't my boo the nicest? I love him to bits! Have nothing but true lovin for my boo. -kusje- Sarang Hae.&lt;br /&gt;I've got me brown boots!! : ) I like the black one too cause they hella classic looking. It just screams 'sexy' I think. Today a friend, a good friend whom I haven't seen for half a year said I lost major weight! -laughs- Who-hoo!! I saw Jasmine earlier this week too and she said the same thing.. Funny thing is, I still think Imma fat.. -sticks out tongue-&lt;br /&gt;Well it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Deeppink"&gt; blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Deeppink"&gt; love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Deeppink"&gt; alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Deeppink"&gt; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84926927?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84926927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84926927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84926927' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84855011</id><published>2002-11-20T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T07:38:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;&lt;B&gt;8 days till HongKong. &lt;/b&gt; There baby boy, doing a countdown for you. Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt; Good lord, I slept so much. It's now 1326 hrs. I came back yesterday at 1630ish and bathed and slept at 1700ish..Awoke at 1940ish when bayee called... Went back to sleep and woke up at 2100...half an hour later, crawled to bed and fell asleep. : )&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what a bum.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3 plus to blog. Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt; Let's see, adding up all the time, this little girl slept a total of 19 hours!! Ah, what an achievement! : ) I am so glad because honestly, I haven't been getting enough sleep that I look so darn terrbile all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;Recieved my college application for University of Surrey. Shoot, that is a hella hard college to get into. Have to start filling out college apps. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Will write later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt; &lt;b&gt;P.S Check out what I did for my boo. Click &lt;a href="Http://www.angelfire.com/mt/roxychic/fallen.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84855011?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84855011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84855011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84855011' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84828988</id><published>2002-11-20T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T11:40:01.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to sleep. Is there something on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold and raining out there... -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Where's my boo? I miss him tons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84828988?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84828988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84828988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84828988' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84765013</id><published>2002-11-19T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T07:21:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went mad shopping with my mammy today!! : ) Got loads of new stuff! I got my M.A.C cheekhue color, new lippy, concealer and nail polish! &lt;br /&gt;[Thanks mammy!]&lt;br /&gt;Got a new Tangs Studio black lycra top that's so fucking hella sexy. : ) On the hanger, it looks like a normal black tanktop with its shoulders like 1 1/2 inch, but OFF shoulders, it's a low cut (boob flattering), tight fitting, strappy sexy top. Oh good lord I liked it so much that I begged my mum to get it for me! And she did! I love my mammy! It blew her another additional 69 bucks. : ) Har.&lt;br /&gt;I got pretty new strappy heels too, in shiny black. Seksi aye!! That's what I say. My mum bought a pair almost identical to mine except hers has a little motif of a butterfly on it. I shant say how much but it cost about the same price of the Dior glasses I wanted. (haha, I know what you're thinking Andy. Stop it!)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I mention my obssession with bras? -laughs- I've got new extra pretty ones today. And I can blow 300 bucks on them. Yes, me and mummy have a fetish for bra shopping. Did I turn you on? -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten my new bikini yet. Shoot, I forgot to go collect it. And I need black pants. Fuck. I can't believe I lost weight till they looked hella ridiculous on me. Damn. Wonder if Sisley has any pretty black pants. Shall see it.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fight with a stupid old bitchy woman today. Lemme tell you, in Mango at Taka, a stupid old woman ran out of luck when she met this 18 yr old seksi bitch named Alessa. Wrong move. Alessa's never a good person to offend. She'd make you eat your words and cry your heart out. We had such a huge dispute that the store manager had to come over. Mummy wasn't successful at trying to Alessa down. Alessa got pissed when the woman called her mindless so she decided to use big SAT's words to confuse the old lady. Har har. Alessa was very pleased that the woman had limited vocabulary and little intelligence, or what little she had. The verdict? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessa won.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid old hag had nothing to say and walked away in shame. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ruined like half of my day but that all happened before our mad daughter-mother shopping, so that cheered me up. And of course, MOS burger's Iced Milk Tea helped a little. But the shopping did most of the work. : )&lt;br /&gt;Baby called and it cheered me up too. Cause it reminded me that we are going to HONGKONG together! Who-hoo! A few days of eternal togetherness baby boy!! &lt;br /&gt;Ayeee....stupid h***dog. -laughs- Don't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you chipmunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84765013?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84765013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84765013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84765013' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84745433</id><published>2002-11-18T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T20:34:27.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We get to go to da 852!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HongKong that is baybee. : )&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I always refer to HK as 852, thanks to the influence of Tim. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;And also in Cali and CA as 604 and 406. Sheesh. What's with my and the area codes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first trip together baby boo. : )&lt;br /&gt;I love you babycakes. Funny how we never seem to be able to finish a home movie aye? -grins-&lt;br /&gt;-kusje- You're utterly amazing. [You know what I mean. : )]&lt;br /&gt;I'd msg you later boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84745433?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84745433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84745433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84745433' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84663689</id><published>2002-11-17T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T04:28:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;song playing - get ready (original) SHAWN D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Desman. Funky. Gorgeous. Utterly hot.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love my baybee more. : )&lt;br /&gt;Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. Painted me room already. It's called "purple angel". (my ass) But it's quite a dark shade of purple. Goes with the room decor. Now all I need is my mirror, some oriental inspired cloth and more storage boxes from Ikea and my room would be my room. : )&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair wavy and stuff but decided to comb it all out. Oh well, shall do it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Daddy and Edric talked. Ahh, he does think good things of him!! -smiles- Imma sooooo glad and happy that its over.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at home likes him. Do we get to go to HK? Well, only if we get the tickets from Aunty Serene. Pray hard that we do. It wasn't easy for us to make it this far. Oh well, just try looking on the bright side I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Boo, I love you so much! So very much. I know you know it by now, but I just like to constantly remind you. I've finally found someone I love more than myself. : )&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's a very difficult thing, but to love someone so unconditionally, someone who you only got to know after 18 years of not knowing love..it's an utterly amazing feeling. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BEING IN LOVE! Best of all, I love being in love and being loved by you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84663689?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84663689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84663689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84663689' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84625126</id><published>2002-11-16T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T08:44:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby boy. : ( This suck, hunny, wish we could hang out but I had to get my room ready...Sorry babycakes.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much boo.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray tomorrow would turn out the way we want it to... -knuffel-&lt;br /&gt;sarang hae boo (ik hou van u in korean darling..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84625126?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84625126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84625126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84625126' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84624975</id><published>2002-11-16T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T08:40:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_SHAWND.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Male Obssession - Shawn Desman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard of him, I'm not surprised. Singapore is too mainstream. Har har. In your faces you stupid stinky head poserish deejays from 98.7 fm.&lt;br /&gt;You guys suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my Shawn D. album too! I swear!! -laughs- And it really really doesn't hurt that he looks hella fine!!! Total babelicious.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see his video of "get ready". He's an aight dancer... But the &lt;B&gt;hard mix&lt;/b&gt; of get ready is much more getthofobulous.. : )&lt;br /&gt;Shawn D, ladies and g's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84624975?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84624975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84624975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84624975' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84614827</id><published>2002-11-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T00:30:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/pro/jennifer_lopez_75x75.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Jennifer Lopez's 4th English album entitled "This is me...Then" out in stores Nov 26th! : )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting mine soon too!! Damn, mich can get it quicker cause she's in NY now. Jealousy is raging in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/pro/jlomain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her new song "Baby I love U" is really nice too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new kinda vibe. Do check it out.&lt;br /&gt;For you downloaders.. her album is worth getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Ohhhhh..Alessa's getting all excited over an album!! &lt;/i&gt;-laughs- Check out the song "still" too. : )&lt;br /&gt;Yayayayyyyyy Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch her new movie too! &lt;b&gt;Maid in Manhattan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks soooo seriously funny and she looks absolutely wicked in it! Though she is just a chambermaid. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/maidinmanhattan/images/trailer_topleft.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/maidinmanhattan/images/trailer_leftbot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty isn't it? Yes, I am a real sucker for romantic comdies. Bite me. : )&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...it's christmas and love is in the air. Out Dec 13th peeps. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84614827?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84614827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84614827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84614827' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84580184</id><published>2002-11-15T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T07:52:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_WHITEPANTS.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I REALLY WANT THESE PAIR OF FRANKIE B PANTS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they hot and sexy??????&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I know they are beach pants, but with very creative mix and matching, you could wear these ANYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing, brunching, shopping, on flirty dates, whatsover. They are great aren't they? &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...wonder if I can get them online.. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with Mich! She got me my Baby Phat white tank top from Baby Phat (duh), NY! : )&lt;br /&gt;And its in the pretty white color I wanted. I sure hope it fits me. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="lightcoral"&gt;KIMORA LEE SIMMONS, ladies and gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_KIMORA.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="white"&gt;&lt;B&gt;That is Kimora Lee Simmons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is who makes Baby Phat, Baby phat. : )&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, if only half of the label designers were half as talented as her. Of course, Tom Ford for GUCCI, Marciano for Guess are cool with me. And so is Stella McCartney for Dior. You know who can just drop off the world of high end fashion and die? Donetella Versace. She can drop dead and die. She is so untalented that its almost funny.&lt;br /&gt;Kimora Lee is one everyone should look out for. And yes, if you're wondering, she IS MARRIED to Rap star Russell Simmons. : ) With 2 adorably cute girls, Ming Lee and Aoki. Ming Lee is even a baby model. Speaking of Aoki, I once wanted to name my kid that. Guess Kimora Lee and I have excellent taste. : )&lt;br /&gt;Phattiliciouuussss baby girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 women I admire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) MY MAM! (really, for being such a liberal and understanding mammy)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;3.) Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;4.) Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;5.) Kimora Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, need to dry my hair now and get my daily dosage of milk.. otherwise known as "malk" to Bart Simpson. : )&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes and dudettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84580184?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84580184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84580184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84580184' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84527767</id><published>2002-11-14T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T08:21:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;song playing - feeling so good [j lo. ft p diddy bad boy remix]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh good lord, it's such a hot song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IT!!! I FINALLY GOT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_BLACKGUESS.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my shirt in BLACK AND DARKISH GOTHIC PURPLISH!! : )&lt;br /&gt;Pretty isn't it? You just wanna kill me don't you? BAH! Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;Know what else I got? Remember my wishlist? The rhinestone Guess script logo necklace?&lt;br /&gt;-nods head furiously- mmmm hmmm!! Got it too!!!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_GUESSNECKLACE.JPG"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is on my neck 24/7, other than the necklace tha mich bought with mine and edric's initials. : ) That is my all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;I too got my ribbed Guess shirt. Shoot, cant believe I paid 79 bucks for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_GUESSRIB.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with it. I've waited long enough for this shirt. Oh yeah, I got it in black too. What's new.&lt;br /&gt;Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came over to pass me a painting. It's supposed to be of our son. Sam. : )&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it looks nothing like Sam to me. It does to him but it's a seriously cool painting. Thank you hunny bunny. I wuve it. : )  -coos in baby talk-&lt;br /&gt;I gave my baby boy the present already. Wanna see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_SHIRTGUESS.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the shirt I bought him. It's called "Surface Jersey Shirt". 100% cotton and utterly gorgeous design from Guess.&lt;br /&gt;Edric says I am spoiling. I don't think so. Sometimes I think I am mean to him. Really. : (&lt;br /&gt;I hope he really likes it. Cause I just fell in like with it and thought maybe he'd like the material of it.&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the "me-to-you" kissmas couple bears too. : ) Gotta take pictures. Awfully cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiii.. my mum just came down. She really likes EDRIC!! : ) She thinks he's sooo shy and really CUTE. As in good looking cute. Heheeee...&lt;br /&gt;She went like 'aiyo, he's so cute...really cute..can just pinch his cheeks'..and her voice just trailed off and walked up. &lt;br /&gt;She was telling my dad that he's nice and she put in good words for him. I heard my Dad say "That's nice of him" I wonder what they said. Shall ask mummy tomorrow. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, gonna watch "maybe baby" now. Good old English flick.&lt;br /&gt;will write l8ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84527767?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84527767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84527767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84527767' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84250385</id><published>2002-11-08T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T14:04:06.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's times like these where I think guys are fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, my head's throbbing from a wayy tooooo high level of alcohol. Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with guys? Do they HAVE a need to chat up a girl everytime they go to a party or a club?&lt;br /&gt;And when I look away or uninterested, it means I AM UNINTERESTED. I am NOT playin games with you.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84250385?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84250385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84250385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84250385' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-84178970</id><published>2002-11-07T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T09:01:08.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Andy for everything. I got freaked out today. Mawako had to go home too.&lt;br /&gt;I got scared cause I got the vibes that some wierdo was following me. Guess what? &lt;br /&gt;I think I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl to do at 0020mn on a thursday night outside alone? &lt;br /&gt;Simple. Call 9451-*****. Andy to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have known what to do if I had to walk home alone... I am sorry I had bothered you during your study time especially how tired you are after your AIS victory over the french frogs today. I am sorry too cause I know you have to study for your SATS II and your English paper. But I really thank you.. cause I was hella scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I have driving tomorrow. I think I shall cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-84178970?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84178970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/84178970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84178970' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83910428</id><published>2002-11-01T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T22:48:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/romantic.jpg" alt="romantic kisser" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Romantic Kisser!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Do *You* Kiss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.... I knew it. -laughs- Imma such a sucker for good ol romance. The only essential thing to keeping a relationship... --- romantic lovin.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE FREAKIN OVER! months of holiday, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83910428?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83910428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83910428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83910428' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83666788</id><published>2002-10-28T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T06:52:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;&lt;b&gt;song &lt;/B&gt;- someday we'll know (a walk to remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="dimgray"&gt;Event management is done. 2 down, 3 to go. : )&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Applied Research. Gonna hang myself. It's so freaking ass hard. I didn't even study!! I've been watching telly since I got home. Oh no, supplementary paper, here Alessa comes. Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give a huge shout-out to a really interesting person I've come to know of from AA. This is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic28/mystiqa_EKKABORDER.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Ekka totally cute?? &lt;br /&gt;She has the most interesting blogs too!! I think her site's one of my personal fav. on AA. Ekka is very very cute! Like one of recent entries started off this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;i&gt;"OMG,....just because I wanna go to da underworld rave tomorrow night, I killed my UNCLE."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's cause she made up a white lie to her boss so that she could go to see underworld. Well, at least she enjoyed the party!&lt;br /&gt;Ekka, you ROCK!!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A WEBCAM AND DIGITAL CAMERA! -pouts- Unfortunately I have neither. Baby Phat's so freaking envious and jealous of all those with a webcam. You get to take funny pictures of yourself and place them on the net. DAMNIT. So unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take pictures cause Ekka makes them seem soooooo fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want my digicam too!!! Wahhhh, alessa's miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later. Mobile's ringing. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83666788?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83666788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83666788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83666788' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83513362</id><published>2002-10-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T08:24:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="gray"&gt;&lt;B&gt;At least Principles of Management paper is over&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;But hell. I hate "Controlling". I think I do a better leading and organising than planning and controlling kind of leader/boss. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Ah screw it, one down, four to do. Events and Applied Research is so gonna kill me. &lt;br /&gt;Pray pray pray that I'd pass my Applied Research. That's all I ask for. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I miss Mich! She's gone back to Osaka for a bit and will be heading down to Columbia for her interim/college hunting thingy. Happy doing it girl. Do me proud although I know you hate SATs. Hey, if I can do it, so can you girl. : )&lt;br /&gt;But I miss her. Mich is like my glue, my connection with my old fellow mates. Its because most of them I am not that chummy with. Sure we have a great time hanging out but its not the same. Most of my good friends have moved away. Bri to Chile, Leo to UK, Ben, Koen Kristof too. Tim to Australia. Cheryl and Kallie to US and a few others like Ani. Nadine, Mark to NL.. See how sad it is? And those who remain here stay pretty fucked up and don't contact any of us. Wierdos. Some kinda 'friends for life' shit.&lt;br /&gt;I know who are the true friends now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Mich, I'd see you in a month's time! &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I wanted to show you a hella cute picture of Mich's second youngest bruv's picture. He's so cute! Here's Miko aka &lt;font color="mediumslateblue"&gt;Ethan&lt;font color="gray"&gt;. Yep, only the last few boys have English names cause mawako wanted them to have it. Haha. He's so hella cute and he's so gonna break hearts when he grows up ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/sexionefoeva_ETHAN.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ja? : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what webpage I am on now? &lt;a href="http://www.fbi.gov"&gt;FBI&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out. It's pretty interesting. They update the top 25 wanted list every month. It's pretty nasty shit but quite informative at the same time. It reminds you how sick and twisted the world can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I am sitting here alone, typing away, missing my baby tons. Guess what Edric? You're irresistible! I swear. You're more than I ever asked for and I hope it never stops. Solid love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83513362?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83513362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83513362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83513362' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83336863</id><published>2002-10-21T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T22:02:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_FAMILYLOVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="gray"&gt;I didn't want to mix both blogs together because I felt Brian deserved his own spot. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, speaking on a happier note, I made this collagey sig. &lt;br /&gt;Yes. Family.&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to do it because last night my parents did the cutest thing. They were queuing up&lt;br /&gt;to give their daughter a good night kiss. I am thankful that I am brought up to be in a such an affectionate family&lt;br /&gt;where hugs and kisses are exchanged just because we feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little girl, I'd run to my mum and dad and go "goooooooddd NIGHHHTTTT daddy, gooooddd NIIGGHHHTT mammy!"&lt;br /&gt;-muahz-muahz-&lt;br /&gt;I hope my kids will get this too next time. I'd want them to feel loved by all in the close family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pic is a baby pic and my sister holding me, and another pic of me and kor.&lt;br /&gt;That's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83336863?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83336863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83336863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83336863' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83336525</id><published>2002-10-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T21:54:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="mediumslateblue" size="4"&gt;For Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="mediumslateblue" size="2"&gt;Blue was his favourite color.&lt;br /&gt;The simple things in life made him smile.&lt;br /&gt;He had so much to offer to the world, be it family, friends, lovers, strangers&lt;br /&gt;But no one else had the chance to find out..&lt;br /&gt;I respect him because to him, &lt;br /&gt;it was all about believing and loving.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Brian T. MacDowell (It's been 3 empty years, we miss you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;your alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83336525?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83336525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83336525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83336525' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83288596</id><published>2002-10-21T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T01:44:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_BLUELOVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;/centEr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="gray"&gt;I enjoy doing sigs, especially since I do them from scratch. If anyone wants me to do anything for them, leave a msg at my guestbook.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like this one baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83288596?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83288596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83288596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83288596' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83282693</id><published>2002-10-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T08:03:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Font color="Gray"&gt;&lt;B&gt;song playing - I care about you (Babyface, New Edition, K CI &amp; Jojo)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_RINGS.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen anything so simple and yet so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;That's how wedding bands should be like. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things work out between us, I'd marry you. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. I mean it honestly. Especially since last night. You were there for me. For the first time, I really broke down and you were just there to hold me. I don't really know what to say, except I am grateful. You've seen me at my crappiest, puffy eyes and red eyes, so worn down, etc. Sorry you had to see me this way. &lt;br /&gt;I thank my stars for you. I love you baby boy - &lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;Edric&lt;font color="Gray"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so beautiful and just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="lightcoral"&gt;Sometimes I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;I call your heart&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one at home&lt;br /&gt;Taking a toll on my pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel right, when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know love is blind, but the heart doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask one more time, maybe this time you'll try&lt;br /&gt;So tell me girl what's deep in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I care 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;I'm there for you&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you care for me&lt;br /&gt;Like I care 'bout you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="gray"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83282693?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83282693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83282693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83282693' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83198147</id><published>2002-10-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T20:01:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_TEST.JPG"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83198147?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83198147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83198147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83198147' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83180605</id><published>2002-10-18T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T11:41:43.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_TEST.JPG&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83180605?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83180605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83180605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83180605' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83121518</id><published>2002-10-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T19:59:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="Gray"&gt;Is there anyway I can block off people's calls? Those guys who got my number are so fucking annoying and scary.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but it's getting to me. I've never felt quite as violated ever. Screw 'em bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_JACKFACE10.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's Jack. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give him a big shoutout for talking to me just now. I needed someone to talk to, other than Andy I mean. (Thanks Andy too! You're the best, always there for me 24/7. What am I to do when you move back to Australia?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thanks Jack.. Isn't he so "shuai"?? -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;Very yummy, yes girls. He IS &lt;u&gt;SINGLE&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry I vented my anger on you just because you belong to the male contigent. But it was nice to be comforted in an indirect way. You are so nice to me, always listening to me. I dunno how you got me to talk about it either, but thanks. And dude, I AM AVOIDING THEIR CALLS!! Trust me I am. It is guys like who you who just make me thankful to know that not all blokes are total hormone raising dickheads. FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you shuai-ge Jack! -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write later. Need to wash off facial mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83121518?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83121518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83121518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83121518' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83066480</id><published>2002-10-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T08:59:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiaroom.com/D2/Pic27/chinkylicious_HAPPYCOUPLE.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="gray"&gt;I miss talking to Briana so much! Doesn't she and Arthur look like such a happy couple? : )&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6 months of togetherness to you 2 babe!&lt;br /&gt;Man, I seriously miss talking to her about stuff! I could tell tell her almost anything! Damn Chile. Stole me mate away.. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went mad shopping. I got my M.A.C "Blade" nail polish and compact powder and lippy. And I am going to have go back to get the Cheekhue and eyeshadow. So pretty. I tried the new Lustre Lippy. It's kinda matte looking and I look totally awful with it?? There's hardly any color and it makes my lips look really dry. So unflattering.&lt;br /&gt;The girls at M.A.C SUCK though. Didn't bother serving me and Mei. But then, their supervisor came to attend to us and she started asking if we were being served or ignored. So I told her that we were ignored for quite some time. HAHA. Damn those cowheads. Ah-lians DIEEEE... : ) Now, who's in trouble? &lt;br /&gt;Nye nye nee nye nye! -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;But I am still going to go back to get some other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about getting the TopShop "kimono" trend see-thru translucent red chiffon top. It's really nice and I never thought I could wear red but Mei says it looks nice on me... And I really want it... But I am kinda broke cause of some stuff... : ( &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone wanna be my sponsor though? I promise to look extra pretty in it! Really!! -grins eagerly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way back, I had a bunch of guys who got off the same bus as me at Cold Storage. And then these bunch of guys tapped my shoulder and guess what? Some army boys from the nearby camp wanted to know me. And I was quite reluctant, cause they weren't hot. Haha. No seriously, I guess 2 of them were pretty good looking but I just don't like it when guys do the typical 'My friend wants to know you' line.. Major turn off and besides, I don't see myself being interested in any other guys now especially since I'm really really truly happy with Edric.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, they were kinda bugging me all the way and they sort of wouldn't let me go unless I gave them my number. And so I guess it sort of freaked me out and I wanted to just go home FAST. They made me take their number and made me call them, so this way, there's no way I'd be able to give them a fake number. Very intimidating. And I made sure they left first and I was kinda scared so I called Andy to come meet me to send me home...&lt;br /&gt;How depressing. I got sexually harassed indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I feel violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hunny terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83066480?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83066480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83066480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83066480' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696664.post-83020277</id><published>2002-10-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T09:39:04.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="gray"&gt;I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="mediumorchid"&gt;I miss you hunny bunny... -kusje- But let's keep it this way, not see each other.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, me and my wierd ideas...&lt;br /&gt;I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Gray"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alessa aloka&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sheesh, my 4th BLOG for today!! This is so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3696664-83020277?l=alessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83020277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696664/posts/default/83020277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessa.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83020277' title=''/><author><name>Aloka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719424735502234387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
