<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:03:43.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intellectual_thingy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><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>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-3897678883038278394</id><published>2009-11-06T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:15:21.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always keep the faith?</title><content type='html'>should we still keep the faith?&lt;br /&gt;should I still keep the faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much as i want to keep the faith, i find it really hard doing so.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just wait and see whats gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;and most importanty, be prepared on what i'm gonna hear, or 'see'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish i knew what they are thinking and feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-3897678883038278394?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/3897678883038278394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=3897678883038278394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3897678883038278394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3897678883038278394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2009/11/always-keep-faith.html' title='always keep the faith?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-357590426667370129</id><published>2009-10-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:08:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've been doing couple of hours before</title><content type='html'>just surfing, sharing yoochuning, allkpoping, seoulbeating, facebooking and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i've been doing every one hour is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..so if u stumble upon my blog and felt like wanting to do me a small little favour,&lt;br /&gt;please log on to &lt;a href="http://www.mugr.jp/ranking.php"&gt;www.mugr.jp/ranking.php&lt;/a&gt; and vote for dongbangshinki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the site is in japanese and for those who can read and understand japanese,it will be easy for u. for those who dont, fret not, its quite easy actually. there will be 2 columns. the left one is to vote for アーテスト which means artist. DBSK is no. 26 (i still dont know how to type kanji using my keyboards) so yeah, on the left is no. 26 and on the right side is to vote for song. there are 2 dbsk songs but i like the 'stand by you' song which is no. 3. and no. 5 is also their song. once u have chosen no. 26 on the left, click the button below and proceed to no. 5 on the right side and click the button below as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i dont know what the vote is for or how winning the vote affects the boys but i always feel happy if dbsk wins something no matter how meaningless the win is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u feel like doing me a slightly bigger favour, help me vote every one hour. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'll be thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-357590426667370129?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/357590426667370129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=357590426667370129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/357590426667370129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/357590426667370129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-ive-been-doing-couple-of-hours.html' title='what i&apos;ve been doing couple of hours before'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-4828963183212826245</id><published>2009-10-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:49:55.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mama papa!!</title><content type='html'>semoga panjang umur, sentiasa gembira, sihat selalu dan dirahmati allah. amiin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germaine invited me to her birthday party next week and coincidently, we share the same birthday. yes,i'm turning 23, just thinking of it makes me sad. I'm getting old..grrr&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dont really go to party but i feel bad turning her down especially when she has ordered halal food. furthermore, the party has a theme and we have to be dressed like geeks!! how in the world do i dressed like that? luckily naz offered to lend me her super nerdy glasses. its weird to be wearing the glasses cos i know i'll be wearing contacts as well. so ironical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that many people I know has their birthday in october. My mama, papa, naz, ulfa, faiz, kak jannah (i think so), ira, kinhans, khairu and edison chen!!! yes edison chen. I still like him although not as much as last time but i still freaking like him a lot la. who cares about his scandal?! and i just got to know my cuzzin shafiq which is the same age as my lil bro hanif which is 17 years old, likes edison as well. like as in looking up onto him in terms of his fashion and stuffs lah. i was quite shocked cos not many people i know likes edison and when shafiq saw my shocked expression he quickly said "i dont like him as much now cos he is a rapist" hahahaha. I laughed so hard. he would be in jail now if he's a rapist. but no doubt, edison is doing well with his business. Already having 2 shops, selling freaking expensive stuffs yet still doing so well and i guess still having girls around him. ahaha *gets bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dbsk, 2pm and super junior. i'm getting sick of girl groups now. they are like everywhere and they always make me feel inferior. any girls would. They got the talent, the looks and they have nice legs. I dunno why i'm so into legs nowadays. everywhere i go, in the mrt, on the streets and practically everywhere, whenever there are girls passing by, i will always look at their legs and comment to myself. no that my sexual preferences have changed, just that i so envy girls with nice legs. Although i dont show my legs, i still wanna have nice beautiful legs!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more thing, i like to look at people's feet. more of the toes i guess. and if i find somebody whose second toes are shorter than their first big fat toes, its like i found a treasure cos that is very rare. so far, i found 2-3 people with that kinda toes and  2 out of 3 are males. lucky guys for having nice toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah, this post is so random...my life is getting boring that i dont even have anything to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-4828963183212826245?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/4828963183212826245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=4828963183212826245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4828963183212826245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4828963183212826245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-mama-papa.html' title='happy birthday mama papa!!'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-2324628195121386840</id><published>2009-09-18T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:43:31.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2pm are becoming more cautious</title><content type='html'>ok...so i actually added nickhun - a 2pm member, a totally cute dude with a smile that can make u go red - on facebook. its really his facebook and i also know taekyeon has a facebook. nickhun confirmed me as friend on the 13th this month and yesterday, i found out he deleted his facebook. I even went mad looking for his account and then i realised taekyeon also deleted his facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, they are becoming more cautious in case they'll become like jaebom. poor guys, cant even  have their own facebook. whats even poorer is that, they cant even let other people know their thoughts freely, not even to close friends. you know how extreme netizens can be. becareful guys, you might be the next to get kicked out of south korea. so i guess, wise move in deleting your facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you make new one, can u add me pleaseeeeeeee.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-2324628195121386840?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/2324628195121386840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=2324628195121386840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/2324628195121386840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/2324628195121386840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2009/09/2pm-are-becoming-more-cautious.html' title='2pm are becoming more cautious'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-3792902104798750056</id><published>2009-09-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:41:09.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you religious?</title><content type='html'>"are you religious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u always get that question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get that question occassionally but whenever i was asked that, in my mind, i was like...how am I supposed to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that I detest that kind of question but what do you mean by religious? isnt it pretty subjective? furthermore, is it up to me to decide if i am religious or not? of course i hope to be so although what i'm doing is the minimal as a muslim. but hey, my minimal could be the maximum for some. so yeah, why would people ask such question anyway? is it something to be judged upon? i dont even care if people say i'm liberal or whatsoever as long as i know i do all that is 'wajib'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i'm starting to blog again. its actually nice to blog, to 'pen' my thoughts and stuffs and through blogging i see myself changing, at least on the way i see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Park Jaebom, ex leader and ex member of 2pm, a very popular idol group/boyband in south korea, was 'chased' out of korea because of the comments he made 4 years ago on his myspace. although the news have been quite some time  but i still feel like talking about it cos i'm quite upset about whats happening. basically the comments were quite negative (although i frankly think its nothing at all). oh c'mon, isnt it ridiculous to be 'chased' out of one's country just because u say that particular country is gay? if a foreigner says that singapore is gay, i'll just laugh it off. not that cos i'm not patriotic or i have no national pride or whatsoever but that person just doesnt know singapore yet and furthermore, isnt everyone entilted to their own thoughts. oh yes, perhaps saying it out is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets put aside the negativity of the comments. how about we consider the time factor? dont people change? what i said years ago, do take note, its irrelevant now. what i like years ago, i might dislike it now, vice versa so i really dont get it why those stupid netizens are making such a big issue on it. and the most ridiculous thing ever was hearing that they would commit suicide if the poor guy doesnt leave korea. humans can be quite scary at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess for whatever  we say, especially online, we just have to take resposibility of it. perhaps i should go through all my old posts again and delete whichever is necessary. what a hassle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-3792902104798750056?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/3792902104798750056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=3792902104798750056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3792902104798750056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3792902104798750056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-religious.html' title='are you religious?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1807395713449457363</id><published>2009-09-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:16:24.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMADHAAAANNNNN</title><content type='html'>NO WAY...Eid is just next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already less than 10 days before ramadhan ends. Needless to say...the night every mu'min is waiting for..'lailatul qadr'. I say mu'min instead of muslim because it seems like not every muslims are anxious for that particular special night. but a mu'min will always anticipate it no matter what. The thing is, nobody can judge if u're a mu'min or not, not even yourself but of course nobody can stop you if you wanna be one and strive to be one definitely. Its more like matters of the heart where only Allah knows. And, to reach to the stage of being a mu'min is never easy. Ok..hmm..what am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when u hear lailatul qadr, a normal practicing muslim would always hope for that special night. I know i'm beginning to sound a little bit contradicting but yeah, sometimes my thoughts just got messed up a lot. But hey...lailatul qadr may seemed easy when u hear it, but doing it, mashaallah, its really a test. I'm not sure for you but for me, it definitely is. Last 10 days seem to be the last 10 days of the biggest test ever. Coping in hoping for lailatul qadr plus eid preparations and of course temptations. And temptations are the most evil ones so far and to me, they mainly come from the media. Internet and the tv. sighhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just a normal muslim girl who's trying her best to resist all these temptations but it doesnt seem to work out that well for me. I am trying to makethe most out of this special month of ramadhan by reading the quran, sadakah, tarawih and etc apart from fasting. But at the same time, i still watch tv, read entertaintment news and listen to music. Its weird and i wonder if what i've done could have been worthless or gone to waste? its really sad if it is. Although i knew so, its really hard to resist it. If u read this and ask why i couldnt even resist it for one month?  yeah, one month shut out all these temptations from your life and all i could answer is i couldnt not that i dont want to. Pathetic as i may sound, this is me, a weakling, and perhaps the only thing i could be proud of myself is that the amount i'm giving for these temptations are much lower that what it used to. Contradicting could be my middle name for now cos it seems like whatever i'm doing and saying can be quite contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, while i'm worried about not being able to make the best out of ramadhan, at the same time, i'm also worried about the dbsk boys lawsuit with SM and park jaebom leaving 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah.....forgive me,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1807395713449457363?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/1807395713449457363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=1807395713449457363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1807395713449457363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1807395713449457363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhaaaannnnn.html' title='RAMADHAAAANNNNN'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-3937184285489581896</id><published>2009-06-01T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:13:17.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it 1st of June 2009 today?</title><content type='html'>big and big LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i blogged was september 19 2008, boy, that was like about 8 months ago. freaking 8months and I cant believe my blog is still there. i thought they would have removed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody misses me? i think one did (from the tagboard) but good enough I guess. I'm not that totally forgotten. but wait...that person does not missed me, its just my post :-( well, still better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now alot of things have happened these 8 months and I dont even know where to start. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;how about exams? urghh boring. exams period are always the worst period of the year. no point talking about it since it will only make me frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about...new year? nothing new I guess, nothing special too. always making resolutions when i know I will not accomplished it. whats the point of making them anyway. I just lack the drive. this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eidul fitri? eidul adha? sigh..they just passed by so quickly. and in about 2 months plus, ramadhan's coming. something worth waiting for. My favourite month of the year....and after that..eid will just be the same as it will always be. Not that i loathe it or what, its still a happy victorious celebration to me after a month of fasting, just that.... argh..its just hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..what else? I thought alot of things have happened. well, many same things happened except for one....the dong bang boys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dong bang shin ki!!!!!!!! I heart them...and dont even ask to what extent. you'll never imagined it. lalalalalala.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention the super juni---or!!! wonder girls,big bang, 2pm and the latest one...2NE1. awesomness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there's somebody to blame for me not blogging, it has to be them! because of their music, their shows, basically their entertainment, it leaves me with no energy to blog cos all of it was spent on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not really....&lt;br /&gt;just blame my laziness lah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;lazy dian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-3937184285489581896?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/3937184285489581896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=3937184285489581896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3937184285489581896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3937184285489581896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-1st-of-june-2009-today.html' title='is it 1st of June 2009 today?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1906052916736336367</id><published>2008-09-19T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:35:37.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope those reading this would be in the pink of health and to muslims, may you all be in the best of health and iman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 2oth day of Ramadhan. And we have exactly like another 10 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;And these 10 days would be the most 10 wonderful days because one of the nights(of which we don't know when) would be the most anticipated night which is the 'Lailatul Qadar'. I'm sure most muslims know that Lailatul Qadar is a night better that a 1000 months of ibadah and it would be such a waste not to grab it especially when the opportunity comes only once a year and you never kknow if u ever get this kind of opportunity again next year, wallahua'lam. And I thought we just started fasting yesterday. Oh God, time really moves real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about fast (not as in fasting but as in fast moving)...it suddenly reminds me of F1. Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna have F1 night race in Singapore just next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;this really excites me not because we might have a chance to catch the cute  Lewis Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;ok well, that could be one of the reasons but I guess the thing that I'm so happy about would be our economy!!! its gonna be good, its gonna improve our currency (i really hope so) and this also means i might pay my fees slightly cheaper to UOL. I heard from my classmate that pounds has already dropped to 2.5&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that? very cool and its gonna be even more cooler when its gonna drop again. I totally cant wait for that cause its about time i make payments to UOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe Manchester Utd actually lost to liverpool!! it actually took me some time to believe it. After that, I figured, it could be because C.ronaldo didnt play thats why they lost to liverpool. ah! that must be it. ok, this might sounds bimboish, but who cares... urghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant wait for 4th November. guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally gonna meet russell peters live. get it? live!!! arghhh!!!!! I am going for is live show&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;all this while i just watch his show online while laughing my ass off and he is one hell damn great stand up comedian. if you dont know him then u are kental. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;im going with naz, and although we bought the cheapest tix (we are poor ok) we're actually pretty excited about it. its actually sad when i spent that kinda money for the tix especially when i can use it to buy my law textbook but who cares.I 'll just buy it next month when the govt gives us the growth dividend money. See, I kinda  spend my money wisely. And this month, I guess i have no choice but to cut my cost of spending on food and shopping perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so cant wait to go for russell peters' live show!!&lt;br /&gt;somebody's gonna get hurt real bad&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1906052916736336367?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/1906052916736336367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=1906052916736336367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1906052916736336367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1906052916736336367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-4707106207854362419</id><published>2008-08-24T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:07:31.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why women cry?</title><content type='html'>i was surfing the net and came across this article.&lt;br /&gt;while it might not be new to some people&lt;br /&gt;(since i've received this article in a forwaded mail before)&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, we tend to forget why women cry easily and for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes te article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I need to" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said.&lt;br /&gt;His mother just hugged him and said, "And you never will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father,&lt;br /&gt;"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," his dad answered carelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh (scholar). "He surely knows the answer", he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?"&lt;br /&gt;The Shaikh answered:&lt;br /&gt;"When Allah made the woman she had to be special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave an inner strength to endure both childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her a toughness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;article from &lt;a href="http://www.zawaj.com/"&gt;www.zawaj.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading this, i actually felt bad. really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made my mother cried countless time.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i would just be the one who feel the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;let mum has her way and follow her say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;the tears wouldnt flow&lt;br /&gt;and the sin i wouldnt have commited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk to her now&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to sin even more&lt;br /&gt;or let her words hurt me&lt;br /&gt;although she has the right to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad whats done couldnt be undone&lt;br /&gt;i've sinned&lt;br /&gt;i'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;and i know she hurts even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Allah, will u forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;what i'm feeling is worser than a thousand stabs in my heart&lt;br /&gt;to lessen my pain, i could only helplessly cry to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt face everyone and tell them what i've done&lt;br /&gt;even more, i couldnt face you allah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mum,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for what i've done&lt;br /&gt;i know what I did was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;just telling you in case i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;your embrace was the only thing i long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from your sinned daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-4707106207854362419?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/4707106207854362419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=4707106207854362419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4707106207854362419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4707106207854362419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-women-cry.html' title='why women cry?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-5286005798742355020</id><published>2008-07-25T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:45:47.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships...</title><content type='html'>received this and thought would be nice to share it&lt;br /&gt;enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy and there's a girl,&lt;br /&gt;You see his style and you see her twirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great couple they make,&lt;br /&gt;they sit with one another by the side of the lake,&lt;br /&gt;If only they knew physical beauty is fake!&lt;br /&gt;It lasts for a minute and then its gone!&lt;br /&gt;off comes the blusher and there goes the 'style' of the don!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lets have a kiss and a cuddle cus i think you sexy babe',&lt;br /&gt;but there watches Allah and looks at his slave,&lt;br /&gt;Soon they become saddened and realise the beauty was only valued from face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they fell for had no real lasting pleasure or grace,&lt;br /&gt;Then they split and their heart does wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Why if Allah loves me has He split us asunder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me wake up man!&lt;br /&gt;Your asking Allah and from Quran YOU ran?&lt;br /&gt;What type of question do you think your asking?&lt;br /&gt;When you were hiding from REAL love everlasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is for Allah and for His Rasool,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find beauty then use this knowledge as your tool!&lt;br /&gt;Find the one who in his heart is the name of Allah the One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the time for prayer, yep! he has gone!&lt;br /&gt;She is trustworthy and close to Allah you know,&lt;br /&gt;If when you have a beard she says 'i dont care for show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Women complain about men and men about women too,&lt;br /&gt;And amidst all this you forget Allah is watching you!&lt;br /&gt;Oh you who is the One who has made the 'mistakes' recent....&lt;br /&gt;Look for the love of Allah if you want someone decent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-5286005798742355020?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/5286005798742355020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=5286005798742355020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5286005798742355020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5286005798742355020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/07/relationships.html' title='Relationships...'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-106550208727606734</id><published>2008-07-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:53:21.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a blog? really?</title><content type='html'>i havent blog for so long that i almost forgot that i have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we havent met somebody for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;the first thing we ask when we meet that somebody would be&lt;br /&gt;"how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;so to my small group of wonderful friends who sometimes on and off visit my blog,&lt;br /&gt;to blog hoppers who happen to hop into my blog,&lt;br /&gt;to my family members who take the initiative to check me out on my blog for whatever reason,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps to my secret readers who read my blog(if i have any),&lt;br /&gt;and to the other people unmentioned who read my blog but pretend that u dont,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are y'all?&lt;br /&gt;arent y'all glad to be alive?&lt;br /&gt;you still get to witness all the wonderful things that are still happening, subhanAllah.&lt;br /&gt;although of course not everything is wonderful. but thats life.&lt;br /&gt;once this life is over for you, there wont be any chance for you to experience it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i am happy to be alive, alhamdulillah. although when i'm sick, i rather die.&lt;br /&gt;astagfirullah. i shouldnt be saying all this. Its a test, remember dian, its a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i mean, anyhow, (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;so many things have been happening.&lt;br /&gt;so many in just a short time. i'm starting to believe that time has actually move slightly faster.&lt;br /&gt;this doesnt sound really good cause it also means that i'm gonna get old really fast.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i just turned 21 yesterday and in few months time i'm gonna be 22.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i just finish my O's and now i'm already in my 2nd yr doing my degree.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i just hang out with kak fiza after school and now she's already pregnant with her first child.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i'm still at pulau redang being underwater with fishes swimming around me and corals beneath me.&lt;br /&gt;it still feels like i'm at paman's car with paman beside me directing me ways and now he's gone forever. inalillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paman is my uncle who i thought has been insignificant in my life.&lt;br /&gt;but now when he's gone, i think i kinda miss him.&lt;br /&gt;although he's didnt play a big part in my life, he's still part of me, he's my family.&lt;br /&gt;my deepest condolence to my aunt, my cousin. i hope they are coping well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, siti is on tv, gotta watch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-106550208727606734?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/106550208727606734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=106550208727606734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/106550208727606734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/106550208727606734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-blog-really.html' title='i have a blog? really?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1597223982184089260</id><published>2008-06-17T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:47:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements?</title><content type='html'>i'm like having second thoughts on whether i should blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt be a surprise anymore to naz and sakinah because they knew about it already.&lt;br /&gt;while on the train, we had a lil discussions but i kept my ideas and opinions to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i told naz and sakinah that i'm gonna save it for my blog because if not i wouldnt have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;then 'plonnnkkk'!!!! they suddenly could read my thoughts and said exactly what was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;gerammmm sekaliii......korang ni spoilll lah. lain kali buat tak tau ah.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow (i've been substituting 'anyway' with 'anyhow' because apparently nam and kianwai said that 'anyhow' is actually the correct word to use and i assume they should be correct because nam is an arts and social science undergrad and kianwai is a walking dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;ok and anyhow, back to my lil discussions with naz and sakinah, we were talking about giving up our seats on the train or bus to seomeone who needs it more than we do (eg: pregnant woman, disabled person, old people etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I really have a problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;its either i dont sit at all or dont give up my seat and be oblivious to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always contemplating whether to give up or not.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm cruel or what lah. just that, if u see somebody who's pregnant then u give up your seat to her then it turns out she's not pregnant just that she has big fat belly then she would really feel so paisey and insulted right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one time an old man board the train and stood in front of me. at that point of time all the seats were taken and nobody even cared to give up their seats to the poor old man. so i decided to be kind and give up my seat willingly and sincerely to the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what did i get in return? a smugging face from the poor old man. its like his face was telling me that i'm looking down on him thinking that he's old and weak when he thinks he's not. and he didnt seat. stupid old man. just sit lah.  being old also care about ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill now, i just hope that when i get to sit in the train or bus, there would be no pregnant woman or old people unless the woman is like obviously pregnant without any doubt and the old people looks totally weak and desperate for a seat instead of snobbish old people who's not grateful enough when we give up our seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...ironically,chasing pavements appear to be easier than giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1597223982184089260?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/1597223982184089260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=1597223982184089260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1597223982184089260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1597223982184089260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/06/should-i-give-up-or-should-i-just-keep.html' title='should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-2884644526940637243</id><published>2008-06-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:28:55.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not again!!!</title><content type='html'>i can never stop talking about the contender.&lt;br /&gt;cant help it...totally love the show.&lt;br /&gt;just now was zach from singapore and zidov from switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;did u watch it? i just cant get enough of it!! one of my favourite part would be the wai khru. i think wai khru is so freakin cool. i'm gonna learn how to wai khru someday. can i learn from soren? he's bloody cute lah ok. i think he's the cutest of all followed by rafik then maybe zach. but i think yoddy is the best fighter. anyway, i thought zach fought quite well. his techniques were really good. did he learn silat before?unfortunately, he lost because he actually dislocated his shoulder. my oh my...that was scary. i could see the joint of his arm moving away from his shoulder. really scary. i hope he's ok. is he malay? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm a bit late. its like most of them have watched contender but thats because they have cable tv. its not fair!! i also want cable tv so i wont be so outdated and i dont have to watch soccer online using sopcast! i told dad about it but he refused unless i pay the bills. he gotta be kidding! with a salary of $6.50 an hour, i dont think thats possible! furthermore, i still have to pay my hp and gym bills. i am so poor lah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm like so addicted to psp. and believe it or not, i play zendoku! its something like sudoku but they are pictures and there will be obstacles at certain intervals. the obstacles are so silly lah sey. it drivs me crazy when trying to complete the obstacles. i know sudoku sounds so boring but its my favourite puzzle game ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered this occasion that happened yesterday on the train. i took the train back from my office to dad's. so naturally in the train, i will always scout for untaken seats and yesterday the untaken seat was actually beside this caucasian guy. he was with his friends but they were sitting opposite him and some chose to stand. they look like sailors or those in the army. they are so well built and i think they are americans. anyway, just after i sat,i took out psp and played my favourite zendoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while playing, the caucasian guy beside was saying something like "i dont know what she's playing! i cant make sense of it and its not like the game we played!" to his bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam terasa gitu kan...was he talking about me? couldnt be lah. if somebody wants to talk or bitch about somebody next to him/her, this somebody wouldnt say it in a language the person next to him/her can understand and definitely not loudly. so i reckoned, this guy couldnt be talking about me. i guess this is the perceptions we singaporeans have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this angmoh continued.."i only see a fan and samurais! its like she's trying to fan the samurais away" and he was saying it even more loudly and clearly then laugh, its like purposely tryna make me hear and he might thought i have hearing problems that he had to talk so loudly. ok, so no doubt he's talking about me. yeah, i was tryna fan the samurais away. so what? told ya that the obstacles are pretty silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i then turned to the guy. right away i stared into his blue eyes (very nice i should say) and sounding quite annoyed, i said "what? u wanna try playing this game?" then shove the psp towards him. he immediately said "NO NO, its ok, u go ahead and play" then he gave me a corny smile. and i did what he said but he still never stopped commenting about the game i was playing to his friends. what is he? a commentator? he keeps saying that he couldnt make sense of the game i was playing. said that the game i was playing was like guessing game bla bla bla. it kinda pissed me off a lil although i tried really hard to not be bothered by it. but i cant, i was too bothered by his comments so i turned to him again and explain that the game i was playing is something like sudoku and i'm no fool to let him talk senseless things about me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my explanation was just a waste of my effort because he said he knows sudoku and the game i was playing is nothing like sudoku. duh..of course! i did say its 'something' like sudoku not it is sudoku. this time i really cant be bothered and ignored him. but he was really being irritating because he was imitating me all the way. and when i tried to cheat, he said in the most unbelievable tone saying " NO!! thats cheating!". i didnt know angmoh could be so kaypoh. so what if i wanna cheat. its my game and its got nothing to do with him. maybe he needed response so i turned to him again and just smile to acknowledge his efforts in trying to distract me. i kept wondering when will the bugger besides me will alight then i heard him saying to his friends that they had 1 more stop to go.  thank goodness. i can finally sigh a relief and play my zendoku in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they reached their stop he actually tapped my shoulder. so i looked up to him and he said something about being nice meeting me and waving goodbye to me. ok, perhaps he wasnt that bad and maybe thats how americans interact when they are in the train. they can make fun or do anything they can think of with any strangers they met. not something we singaporeans would do. that was quite a bizarre encounter for me but definitely and experience to me. at least i sorta learnt how different, people from another country communicate with the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like travelling around the world and learn the different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;any sponsors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u watched step up 2? did u noticed what they did in the train? does certain things like that often occur? maybe its just the traits of americans. i dunno??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-2884644526940637243?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/2884644526940637243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=2884644526940637243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/2884644526940637243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/2884644526940637243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-again.html' title='not again!!!'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1101273057109443275</id><published>2008-06-04T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:28:17.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>392 new mails</title><content type='html'>i can finally use my laptop and it just feel so good...&lt;br /&gt;all this while when using my dad's tablet, i cant even go to hotmail.&lt;br /&gt;very irritating and i had to suffer for like ermm..3 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;and within 3 weeks, i got like almost 400 mails. gilaaa!&lt;br /&gt;ouh and i couldnt msn as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long, i finally can msn and one of the people to chat with me is my lil bimbotic cuzzin.&lt;br /&gt;of all people!!!!!!!grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;not that i hate or dislike her to call her bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;the fact is she totally behaves like a bimbo. she's the youngest bimbo i ever knew and she can be quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;if u see her, you wouldnt believe that somebody who's not even close to 10 years old can behaves like a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm bad, really a bad cousin i am. hah!! just cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this was how the convo goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC (bimbo cuzzie): kak dian, can play game with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (since i was in a good mood i actually said): ok,whhat game u wanna play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc: play uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then invited me to play scissors-paper-stone.&lt;br /&gt;i was like---- i thought she said uno. ok, never mind cos maybe all bimbos thought that they are the same game. so i just went ahead and play the silly game with her. hah! i won in like less than 5 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc: arghh!! i lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hehe (trying my best not to be cruel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she invited me another game. this time, its really uno and she actually won. perhaps she wasnt as bimbotic as what i thought she was. then she invited me to play tic tac toe.&lt;br /&gt;i won this time. she actually fell for my trick easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally she invited me to play reversi? is she kidding me? its a strategy game! how can a kid play reversi. i was then thinking, perhaps she is a smart kid afterall since her mummy claims so. after the game, i finally knew where she got her bimbotic traits from...her mummy. hahaha. she lost big time ok. not trying to brag but normally when i play reversi, it takes me quite some time to come up with a strategy win. but hers, its like no thinking even needed. still got the cheek to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, when i read back,i noticed how bad i am to even think that way of my annoying lil cuzzie. its not her fault, her mum drives me crazy and then it goes directly to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhh, truth is, i just dunno what to blog about and she happened to annoy me at the wrong time. sorry cuzzie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1101273057109443275?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/1101273057109443275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=1101273057109443275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1101273057109443275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1101273057109443275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/06/392-new-mails.html' title='392 new mails'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-6124281392680892946</id><published>2008-05-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:30:04.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad's mini laptop is called tablet</title><content type='html'>guess what? i'm watching the contender right now&lt;br /&gt;its now zhabar FROM UAE vs david from UK.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, THE MATCH IS PRETTY  Hot in there. one after another had bleedings on their head. very fierce fight. but i really think that its more like a brawl. not really a good fight. zhabar keeps playing dirty and david keeps falling. very dissapointing from both. so i dont care who actually won cos both werent that impressive. anyhow, zhabar won by a single point.&lt;br /&gt;now i cant wait to see zach from singapore to fight which is next week. the way he talks sometimes can be quite 'yaya' but he seems like a cool guy too. i wonder how he's gonna fair when he fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad when one leaves after losing no matter which team they're from. of all that have lost and left, david said the most inspiring word...&lt;br /&gt;david said something like : "when someone fall, they are being judged on whether they can pick themselves up and i'm gonna pick myself up" well, it wasnt the exact words but i think what he meant was that losing and falling isnt the end of the world because u can still strive to win and pick yourself up. everyone has their second chance but its up to them to use it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so chelsea lost to manchester united during the finals of the champions league. there are sources saying that they are very sad, dissapointed, bla bla bla but who doesnt? but like what david said, chelsea can always pick themselves up and win the next time. i'm happy man utd won although i didnt watch. gosh, talking abt why i didnt watch really makes my blood boiling. now i dont feel like talking about it. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to the singapore flyer with nam, kianwai, mas and shin. we didnt ride on it but we were cam whoring all night and not to forget, the big dinner we had and the forfeit food we had to eat for losing in the secret number game. i kept guessing the correct number and had to eat all the weird things but luckily i wasnt alone. shin had to as well. haha. we're in the same boat. mas should be the luckiest because we had to cheat in order to make her lose and eat. ooopsss...sssshhhh....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of our singapore flyer? i'm fine with it but the only thing i'm not so happy with is the name! 'singapore flyer'? arent there any other names. of course we cant use 'singapore eye' else its like copying london's 'london eye'. but singapore flyer? i rather we use singapore's ferris wheel or something like that or perhaps anything better than the word 'flyer'. i wonder who suggested the name...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month is movie month for me. i watch another movie last week. its a malay horror movie...yes..."congkak". i would rate it 6.5 over 10. its not as scary but the storyline wasnt that bad at all. and i have to agree that its slightly better than the merepek 'jangan pandang belakang'. actually the only thing that makes congkak somehow scary is the sound, other than that....its just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...i really wanna type more but my dad's tablet...yes its called tablet is freaking small and the keypad its so tiny even for my not so big fingers. its so irritating that i feel like smashing this tablet. but i cant cos i need to go online with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-6124281392680892946?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/6124281392680892946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=6124281392680892946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/6124281392680892946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/6124281392680892946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dads-mini-laptop-is-called-tablet.html' title='my dad&apos;s mini laptop is called tablet'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-5944958596416934695</id><published>2008-05-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:52:34.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frrigggiinn irritatin</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, after 3 long dreadful weeks, exams are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;just now was my last paper, it was banking and finance. the paper was fine except that i cant answer a 7 mark question. i totally cant answer it. i cant even make stories. what do u expect? it was asking about the historical evolution of savings and loan associations in the United States. I wouldnt read about something so boring even if i had to. gosh, excuses. its just me. i simply hate history question in banking and finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have been happening these few weeks. first, it was my exam. my first paper was economics. I remembered feeling so stressed and nervous and of all paper, econs had to be the first. grr.. anyway, i think i screwed the paper and chances is that, i might have to retake it again next year. oh allah, please dont let that come true, pretty pretty please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was the reality tv show 'the contenders'. my my, i love that show. if only i could participate in it....hmmm....ok i change my mind. i guess its better for me not to. hahs. the match between yodsanklai (or whatever his name is) and bruce wasnt a good one i should say. it appears that this yoddy guy was like bullying the pitiful bruce. but then again what yod used was pretty basic and he used it for all the rounds. its just left kick, block and punch. cant bruce counter back yod's techniques. maybe yods was just too good and i dont think anyone would deny it especially on the fact that he actually won this contender game. perhaps he ought to since the reasons on why he participated were pretty virtuous. he did it for his country and family..ooooo..... then there was the match between the hotty guy soren and sickly allain. it was a knockout for soren because he wounded allain's head untill it had to be stitched. poor allain... now i cant wait for the next match. i think i am beginning to love muaythai...weee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough talk about contender, because maybe now i should start doing movie critics. I watched the popular 'ayat ayat cinta' and if were to rate it, i would give 6.5 out of 10. before watching this movie, fiq actually told me that he dislikes the movie because it didnt really potrays egyptian life and of course he said the acting sucks. To me, i cant agree with him because first, i dont know how egyptian life is like and i dont really care because what matters most from this movie is how the story goes, the plotting, the message and everything. I wouldnt say the acting was bad. its more of like average but i dont think those who watch it would really notice because fahri is just so cute, aisha is just so stunning and maria is just too pretty. kanglun watched it with me and he said, it was really an eye opener to him. he was saying that this kind of love story is very unique and his perceptions towards islam and its teachings actually changed i guess. hopefully to a better ones than before insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have to mention this. itsfunnily strange and so random. after one of my papers, i think it was accounts paper, i took a bus home from one of the bustops and do take note of this, its bustop not bus interchange. the bus was pretty crowded then there was this old auntie moving around in the bus like she was looking for something except that apparently she wasnt. she then came up to the lady beside me and asked "is this the second stop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if u were the lady beside me, what would u reply?its like how would i know if this is the second stop because u didnt tell me where the initial stop was at. i think the lady was quite appalled by the question and didnt know what to say at that moment. but when she treid to say something later, the old auntie just walked away and move further up to ask a young man the same question. this man, he was quite stunned as well and his face expressed that he was quite crossed but fortunately he reacted quickly and askd the auntie where she wanted to head to. I hope the auntie reached her destination safely. and guess what? this old autie actually wanted to go eastpoint mall actually. hehehe..so cute. she could simply say she wanted to go there and we would be more that happy to tell her which stop to alight at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..when i scrolled back up, i realised that i've talked a lil bit too much. maybe i should stop now because i'm now using my dad's mini laptop and its quite irritating cos its so small. i'll blog again another day and cant wait to talk about the festival, champions league, american idol and more random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maria: rah fein fahri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fahri: ila talaqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dialogue from ayat-ayat cinta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-5944958596416934695?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/5944958596416934695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=5944958596416934695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5944958596416934695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5944958596416934695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/05/frrigggiinn-irritatin.html' title='frrigggiinn irritatin'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-8109315377241125258</id><published>2008-05-05T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:01:23.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about actually.&lt;br /&gt;i just log in and i just wanna say random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 movies that i wana watch currently.&lt;br /&gt;one is 'ayat-ayat cinta' and another is 'harold and kumar'&lt;br /&gt;kanglun has volunteerd to watch ayat-ayat cinta with me&lt;br /&gt;and naz dont mind watching harold and kumar with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. there shall be no excuses not to watch movies altho its exam period. blearghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many people i wanna meet up.&lt;br /&gt;so many people, so little time&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;i wanna meet chuanyi, my retarded girls, my homies, nam gagak, my sec sch girls&lt;br /&gt;its just everyone. I miss u all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is funny.&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting this nick on my msn messenger.&lt;br /&gt;it says 'your love is a lie'&lt;br /&gt;its actually a song title, by simple plan and i love the song.&lt;br /&gt;jai saw my nick, said few unimportant things then say...&lt;br /&gt;"my love to you is like sambal belacan, its hot and spicy and sometimes sweet"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;how can he compare love to sambal belacan?? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sunday is festival pencak silat temasek and believe it or not, i'm participating in it.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'm taking another riskss. exams and festival. these 2 need lots of my commitment.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared, i have economics paper this thursday and statistics this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Allah, please help me. please dont let me go online anymore and blog unnecessay stuffs till exams are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-8109315377241125258?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/8109315377241125258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=8109315377241125258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/8109315377241125258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/8109315377241125258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/05/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-3458330446432159294</id><published>2008-05-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:56:10.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, whats wrong with that?</title><content type='html'>whats wrong with rafik? why do people around me hate the people i like? for instance, I like rafik but my friends keep dissing him. yeah yeah i know he's cocky but thats how he is. For all we know, he was being cocky because he's trying to cover up his inferiority? humans act the way they are for a reason and rafik being that way, i'm sure he has his reasons. I'll always be your fan rafik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...so when is the finals for the...is it EPL? Oh dear...this time, i must watch it. I missed the match between man u and barcelona!!! I was so excited to watch it and stayed up till about 2:45am because i've always been a fan of man u (being the main reason is because christiano ronaldo is in..haha). So when watching halfway, Izy had to use the pc to submit her schoolwork. grr..i was quite pissed off firstly because she could have submitted it earlier, second, i dont have cable tv so i had to install sopcast to watch the live channel online. ok and so i told her to tell me once she finish doing her stuffs. While waiting, i fell asleep. whhaddaya expect? its almost 4am in the morning! and i cant wake up to continue watching and so i missed watching the match. Thank goodness man u won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, it was the chelsea vs liverpool. Not really a fan of both because owen is no more in liverpool and ballack is getting uglier. But i really wanted to watch it and was hoping for liverpool to win cos i am not gonna see man u vs chelsea again and the match between man u and liverpool for the finals will be much more interesting i reckoned. so before the match, i was mugging (exams round the corner and i know i know, i shouldnt be blogging and watching football at that) in case i fell asleep again. so i mugged untill almost 3 then watch the game with my bro. haha..but guess what...we both fell asleep right after chelsea scored the first goal. haha. our eyes cannot tahan anymore so we just slept and regretted it the next morning. haha. but anyway, liverpool still lost so i guess we're gonna watch another chelsea vs man u. go man u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking abt football, when i was watching football with my cousins, this cousin of mine actually commented something. I think what instigated him to comment was because of the things i said. You know girls...most girls watch football not because they like football but its because of the players. Girls, please dont lie in order to fit in. Whats wrong with admiring the players? you dont have to deny this fact and guys, u dont have to make such a sarcastic remark of how idiotic our comments on footballs could be. Let me tell u, those are not idiotic comments, thats how we see it intelligently and most importantly from another point of view. period. So this cousin of mine was sarcastically commenting on my comments and i was quite annoyed. Like so what if we admire the players? are u jealous cos u dont look or play good as them?  boleh blah ok! christiano ronaldo is hot and when he plays football, he's even hotter. hmphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, actually i know of a girl who really appreciates football as how the guys would. she's a liverpool fan and she would stay up just to watch liverpool's game and she would buy newpaper just to get the liverpool football news. isnt she cute? now she's different and perhaps the only kind. my kind of girls, we just like the players but we still rocks.Just dont be ashamed of it by trying to fit in with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dreams dreams of when we had just started things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-3458330446432159294?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/3458330446432159294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=3458330446432159294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3458330446432159294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/3458330446432159294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-whats-wrong-with-that.html' title='hey, whats wrong with that?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-7721805756943033339</id><published>2008-05-01T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:15:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who is your contender?</title><content type='html'>i'm now officially a fan of  'the contender'.&lt;br /&gt;i havent got the chance to watch 'the contender' before due to some reasons like i thought it could be just like another boring reality tv show like emm..survivor? (survivor was interesting initially but it gets boring as there are more survivors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one of the contenders caught my attention somehow. His name is Rafik. He is a morrocan representing france and he caught my attention not just because i think he looks quite cute and quite hot other than being quite intimidating to other contenders. Its just the words he say and the way he behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his heart is strong and his mind is even stronger. When he said that, it made me think of the days when i was an active athlete (i said active because i'm still an athlete but not really an active one). Most athletes think that the most important thing that they should have in order to win is to have the skill and of course the physical abilities. Many actually dont realise that what your heart feels and what your mind thinks are essential as well. One of my coaches used to say 'its always mind over matter' and when you put your mind to it, you'll definitely get it. And let me tell you, its true most of the times and i've experienced it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Rafik, after said that, he gave me the impression that he really has a strong mind or at least, he's trying to be strong up there. Before his match, he prepared his usual preparations while trying to stay focused. And during the match itself I think he did quite well. Staying focused and doing his best. His contender was a good one. I think he was the champion of something and he's from Australia. He's the captain for his team and I caN see pressure on his face. Good as he is, I feel that his mind is not as strong as Rafik. When he was losing one of the rounds, i could really see that his mental was down. His performance deteriorate but surprisingly he managed to pick up during the last few rounds. Perhaps his mental was up back. Good for him. at least he didnt lose face. So why did rafik lost? could it be he's just putting a strong mind front? i could see he was nervous but anyway, he wasnt a sore loser and he showed sportsmanship when he lost. I salute him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr..I was really rooting for rafik although he might seems like a jerk sometimes. but he lost and had to go home. this is really sad. perhaps one of the reasons he had to go home is not only because of his big strong heart but also a big mouth. You know rafik, I dont mind your big mouth and i like your big heart so it would be really nice if we could have a date. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dreams dreams dreams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-7721805756943033339?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/7721805756943033339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=7721805756943033339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/7721805756943033339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/7721805756943033339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-is-your-contender.html' title='who is your contender?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-2971744243652753733</id><published>2008-04-25T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:01:17.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shouts</title><content type='html'>i love my new blog layout&lt;br /&gt;changing to a new blog layout...isnt it a sign of moving on?&lt;br /&gt;ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one, i really have to give credit to naz...&lt;br /&gt;she helped me with the layout and everything because my pc is just so bodoh and i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, i'm just too lazy and yada yada yada *all the excuses u can think of*&lt;br /&gt;but naz really did quite a good job. now she knows my username and password so if u see some weird post on my blog, then it must be naz's work cos she's the only who knows my password and username other than me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was officially last day of school for the first academic year. hopefully i would never have to repeat any modules. Its been a tough year. Although first year is done, exams are still not over. LSE exams can be quite unpredictable. but what can i say, its LSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried the 'dulce du leche or something like that' coffee from starbucks just now. really wanted to try it since the first time i heard dan and young promoting it on radio. well, the coffee wasnt that bad but it wasnt what i expected as well. it taste just like another caramel frap. i'm not really a huge fan of coffee but i do know how to appreciate really nice good coffee. i was expecting much more from the dulce something actually, so was a lil dissapointed. ggrr, wasted my 6 bucks and i shouldnt be splurging on coffee which i can get less than a buck somewhere else. people...its inflationnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so abg paii is getting engaged tomorrow. another someone around me getting 'hitched' and i'm pretty excited cos most of the engagement party i've been to or was in was from the ladies side and tomorrow i'm experiencing from the guy's side. i wonder how its gonna be like. hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do if....&lt;br /&gt;while you were shopping with your bestie,&lt;br /&gt;1)you bumped onto your ex-crush who actually knew u had a crush on him/her&lt;br /&gt;2) and your ex-crush actually had something going on with your bestie that is shopping with u right now&lt;br /&gt;3) but it didnt turn out good with your bestie as well.&lt;br /&gt;4) and because both of u are besties, u are aware of whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;so what would u really do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-2971744243652753733?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/2971744243652753733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=2971744243652753733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/2971744243652753733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/2971744243652753733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/04/shouts.html' title='shouts'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-423469781686286725</id><published>2008-04-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:21:01.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how about we move on?</title><content type='html'>"move on" might be something that is easy to say&lt;br /&gt;but it is also certainly hard to do so.&lt;br /&gt;can we really move on and be nonchalant?&lt;br /&gt;you might be saying you could but your heart could be denying it as well.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps you think you have moved on and tried to believe so but you arent even realising that you're holding on to something which you thought you have moved on from.&lt;br /&gt;you tried all kinds of means to show and make it seem like you've moved on but you know best too that you're deceiving none other than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homosapiens are just weird. their behaviours are seldom justified and they constantly seek for justification. Ironically, they too understand its how things should be. Afterall, this is how we've been created, and I have nothing other than praises for Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, I'm trying to move on from the 'edison' topic.&lt;br /&gt;much as i like him, i wouldnt want to talk about him all day long.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently me liking and talking about him have caused some unhappines among some people. so i shall be considerate and blog about some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been around a month since Mas Selamat has escaped from Whitley Detention Center. He was said to be JI leader of Singapore, not sure how true it is, wallahuaa'lam. Now his 'Wanted Posters' are everywhere yet he's nowhere to be found. When he first escaped, i think the first thing that goes into the mind of Singaporeans would be on how the hell he managed to escape given the tight security that Singapore has. Perhaps it was all a matter of negligence, afterall we're all humans and humans are never perfect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after some time, few rumours actually evolved. Rumor has it that he's already in Indonesia and rumor also has it that Mas Selamat was actually dead. He was tortured to death and to cover up, they actually spread the news saying he escaped. Surprisingly it was Gavin (a chinese) who told me (a malay) this rumor which apparently was spread among the malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding this rumour, I acually found it to be quite interesting. I mean, it sounds ridiculous at first but if you really thought about it...we can never rule out this possibility. If its really true, then I guess they might have stolen this idea from Prison Break. hahahaha. Anyway, I don't choose to believe the rumor since DPM Wong had assured us on how untrue the rumour is....I guess. So arent I an examplary citizen? hahaha. But I still did ask few of my classmates on what they think about the rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually gotten 2 extreme opinions from 2 extreme kinda people although they are of the same gender and age. One is, a mixed malay-indian muslim girl who strongly believes the rumor to be true while on the other hand another is, a chinese buddhist girl who strongly believes the rumour to be so untrue. Luckily I asked them at different time or else they would have fight and argue about this. But anyway, I was just wondering, could our backgrounds reflect on the way we think? hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-423469781686286725?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/423469781686286725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=423469781686286725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/423469781686286725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/423469781686286725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-about-we-move-on.html' title='how about we move on?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-7465820940501855892</id><published>2008-04-11T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:55:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha...ok</title><content type='html'>wow!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know me liking edison would cause someone to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;This someone must have hated me since he/she wants me shattered and cussed me with whatever cussing word he/she could think of. (i tell you ah, the cussing is so kental)&lt;br /&gt;gosh now i dunno whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..for all i know...&lt;br /&gt;you could be the edison's friend who 'pouutoed' on him and you're angry cos i said u're a bastardy friend and bla bla bla. in case u dont know or u happend to be a gundu, 'pouutoed' means tell on somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you might even be one of the girls from edison's explicit unbelievable photo collection and let me tell you something...you're not hot but dont worry you're not alone cos none of them is hot. Didnt know edison would go for such type. I thought ed could do better. Maggie Q is an exception although she might not be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you might even be just some ordinary netizens who doesnt know what he/she is angry about. haha.. c'mon lah, in what way did it affect you? are you angry on behalf of the girls? do you even know that it takes two hand to clap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so lets just face it and come to terms with it, edison seems like a casanova. he takes pictures while doing it (aha..multitasking...something which guys arent normally good at) and he's just stupid for sending his laptop for repairs just like that. Negligence on his part I should say. But if all that didnt happened, i'm sure we wouldnt know some of the girls are like that, if you know what i mean. Really an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lil upset actually when those things happened and there came to a point where any amount of denials could not convinced me and the people on how fake the pictures could be. But when i thought about it again, I realised that I shouldnt be affected by it and everyone shouldnt too. If u've seen or gotta know about it then just forget about it after that. Its really pointless to talk about it especially when we know that we couldnt do anything about something that have happened. Not that you can reverse it and why should you anyway? But then again, this thing is also quite a juicy thing to talk and joke about. Some just cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having this conversation few days ago with my classmates, Gavin and Kelvin. They knew I like edison and then Gavin told me that edison was coming to town with ShuQi for some hollywood thingy. (Ed's can be quite of a smart lass, he left HK entertainment cause he knows he can do something at hollywood) Being me, I was kinda excited so I asked them if they have any idea where ed could be hanging out when he's here in Singapore. And kelvin being kelvin, he said "perhaps you can go to boat quay, you might catch him there" I just nodded and started to think what is there at boat quay and even before I finished thinking, Kelvin actually added "If you cant find him at Boat Quay, then go Geylang, sure find him at one of the lorongs" we then burst out laughing madly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess those are just one of the many ocasions where we couldnt help joke about it. But dont be too serious can???just because you hate edison then u can go around hating and cussing other people who likes edison? that is so childish. If thats how things should be then this world would then be filled with hatred. Not that I approved what edison did. Do I even have the right to judge him in the first place? To err is human and nobody is perfect. At least ed apologized and admitted his mistake in public. What more could we ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what I do now is go back to the beginning on why I actually like edison. If I liked him because he doesnt go around doing 'stuffs' and take pictures at the same time then I sould be shot if I still like him now. I feel that if we like an artiste, shouldnt we like him/her based on what he/she potrays his/her 'artwork' and not something beyond that? do think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Canadian Fan, nobody tells me what I should do especially sinful things like sleeping with somebody unless he's my husband. You might find sleeping around a no big deal for all I know you might sleep around like nobody's business too and perhaps you've been shattered before and now u want somebody else to be shattered too and that somebody happens to be me and i'm just unlucky because i happend to like edison but too bad your dreams cant come true. Furthermore, first, i dont think ed wanna sleep with me either cos i'm just hot and he prefers girls that are not. Second, I dont like second hand 'stuffs' and ed's one have been countless hands. So u get what I mean? btw, what do 'suck on' means? *act blurrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah...after all that I've said (or typed)....i was thinking why I should even be bothered by it? explaining and justifying myself when what I could easily do is just delete the comment away and pretend no such comments even exist...hmph..silly me. I guess this is what i deserve for not posting something for such a long time. huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people...carpe diem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-7465820940501855892?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/7465820940501855892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=7465820940501855892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/7465820940501855892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/7465820940501855892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/04/hahaok.html' title='haha...ok'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-654154832666703236</id><published>2008-02-02T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:53:26.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T CARE</title><content type='html'>i dont normally reply tag comments on my post&lt;br /&gt;but since i'm doing a new post might as well reply to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To J, I don't care whatever you are,&lt;br /&gt;or whatever weird email u have like &lt;a href="mailto:a@a.com"&gt;a@a.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yah i know its fake)&lt;br /&gt;or whatever you have to say about the photos.&lt;br /&gt;cos,since i'm not going to believe it and insist that its fake,&lt;br /&gt;then, its going to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks anyway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some say i'm too obsessed with edison&lt;br /&gt;but c'mon...can't i?&lt;br /&gt;is the way i'm behaving too obsessy?&lt;br /&gt;can't I even deny the fact that thats what edison been doing?&lt;br /&gt;i still have my life and I'm happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a lil bit of fantasy and obsession&lt;br /&gt;and I've chosen edison.&lt;br /&gt;he deserves it cos he's just different and i like his style.&lt;br /&gt;i might be ignorant, but ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the paper, its his bastardy friend who had betrayed him&lt;br /&gt;saying that he shows his friends shots of his personal privately acts with his gf.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so what if its true, does it kill the friend to not expose this to the media? how much did they pay u?&lt;br /&gt;what kinda friend are u? oh yes, i know, u must be really jealous of ed u sakker&lt;br /&gt;and becoming the jealous friend, i'm sure u are happy now that u've somehow ruined not just ed's life but also the gilrs linked to him.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt be that surprised if reports about Gillian tryna kill herself is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed said in his blog that the papers have been putting false statements.&lt;br /&gt;since he said so then i believe the things that've been reported are untrue.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's ed's feeling right now...&lt;br /&gt;i know all of these sucks but i'm sure there are lot more people behind him.&lt;br /&gt;I am and whatever it is....ed, you're still the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-654154832666703236?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/654154832666703236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=654154832666703236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/654154832666703236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/654154832666703236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-care.html' title='I DON&apos;T CARE'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1772863780645164485</id><published>2008-02-01T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:14:49.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>edison chen a playboy?</title><content type='html'>i've always been so so so into edison chen&lt;br /&gt;i looovvveee him like hell k and i still do&lt;br /&gt;i remember falling in love with him the first time i saw him on tv.&lt;br /&gt;he has this intense look, the look that u cannot erase from your mind&lt;br /&gt;he also has charm that never fails on any girls i guess.&lt;br /&gt;he's just simply cute that if u ever get hold of him,&lt;br /&gt;you wont even think of letting him go.&lt;br /&gt;i for instance wont even let him go for even a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last year, i gotta know that he was seeing someone.&lt;br /&gt;wincy they say her name..ooops...i mean vincy&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i heard their stories i really thought they're such a sweet couple and stupid vincy was so damn lucky to have edison. She better hold him tight or else.....urghh...dont even think of it... duhhh&lt;br /&gt;ed is just so boyfriend material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, just today morning....&lt;br /&gt;while on the bus, a guy infront of me was reading the paper&lt;br /&gt;being so kaypoy i just sneak a peep and guess what i saw on the tiny top red headlines?&lt;br /&gt;its about edison chen's new scandal victim!!!!&lt;br /&gt;that bloody girl was cecila cheung!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and the article even mentioned the previous celebrities before her who actually had their explicit scenes on films or pics or whatever u wanna call it as long as its a form of media and it was with eddsss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shan wee even quoted on air that ed is a playboy!&lt;br /&gt;(perhaps he got the source from somewere but still.....)&lt;br /&gt;ed's a playboy? u gotta be kidding me? that cant be true.&lt;br /&gt;well,not trying to be bias here but does ed even got the time to fool around?&lt;br /&gt;he's so busy with his amazing high class brand name business and of cos his job as a star. i wonder if he even got quality time to spend with his gf. well, if i'm the gf, i would love him too much to even mind. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even go to the extent of checking the pics online.&lt;br /&gt;and i really cant believe my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;THOSE PICS ARE FAKE&lt;br /&gt;(i mean the one with ed)&lt;br /&gt;i bet they are totally fake, been photoshopped or something....&lt;br /&gt;edison chen, my only love cant be that and i forbid so!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARRGGGGHHHHH THIS IS SO INFURIATINNGGG!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1772863780645164485?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-4028628211899184372</id><published>2008-01-31T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:37:53.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nikmat seketika</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;have u ever experienced the feeling of nikmat although for just a short while?i bet u had.&lt;br /&gt;this few weeks i've been really tired. penat giler tau, totally lack of sleep. kadang2 one day, i only get abt 4 hours of sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then few days ago, i was so shack that i took a nap in the office on my table.it wasnt that long, sekejap jer, around 5-10 mins like that but i tell u.....nikmat kkk.....tulah dipanggil nikmat seketika&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so mum's finally home. dah 3 minggu tau she's in hospital and she's back. rindu mama kat rumah, rindu masakan mama.but i guess for now i'm the one who has to do the cooking provided there's nobody doing the cooking and my sibs better be thankful for that instead of saying "tak cayer gitu kak dian yang masak" when i simply cook few dishes.....wth?am i that lousy that i cant cook that well?grr....tak masak baru tau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hajar pulak...she finally got into SIA and i'm happy for her but at the same time i'm sad as well cos i'm gonna miss her loads. baru training dah jarang jumpa so guess how often we're gonna meet when she starts flying?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i missed the 'smoke' break we used to havethats when we actually talk stuffs. stuffs that needs to be let out but i certainly hope she's gonna do well in her job this time. it has always been her dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sort of envious of her cos after training she will start flying. she's gonna be travelling.....best kan?  jealous k&lt;br /&gt;takper, once i earn lotsa money,i'm gonna take my family for vacation. who knows hajar might be the one offering her services to us. alangkah indahnya.. i bet it will be the craziest flight experience in history.hehehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-4028628211899184372?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/4028628211899184372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=4028628211899184372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4028628211899184372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4028628211899184372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/01/nikmat-seketika.html' title='nikmat seketika'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-5602164973689073573</id><published>2008-01-24T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:31:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>penguin</title><content type='html'>ok, so this is my first post for year 2008&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i wonder how old my blog is already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like penguins&lt;br /&gt;but i cant remember why i like them&lt;br /&gt;they arent cute unless they are cartoons&lt;br /&gt;they cant fly&lt;br /&gt;they are dull because they come in black and white&lt;br /&gt;patches of those 2 colours&lt;br /&gt;they have big bellies&lt;br /&gt;they are just ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant help liking them&lt;br /&gt;i know beyond their undesireable physical appearance&lt;br /&gt;there's something special in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i read somewhere about penguins&lt;br /&gt;its nothing much but i find it quite meaningful&lt;br /&gt;there's this story about penguins.&lt;br /&gt;apparently,penguins mate for life.&lt;br /&gt;when they found their mate,&lt;br /&gt;they stay together for the rest of their life.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;isnt that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who's gonna be my penguin....&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-5602164973689073573?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/5602164973689073573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=5602164973689073573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5602164973689073573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5602164973689073573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2008/01/penguin.html' title='penguin'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-416687923785908107</id><published>2007-09-13T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:24:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contradicting but yeahh...</title><content type='html'>i can eat yet i cant at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish but matured at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it but i dont think i want it at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above are so contradicting statements that i'm going through now&lt;br /&gt;life is about making decisions&lt;br /&gt;and I swear its one of the toughest&lt;br /&gt;especially when u are so fickled&lt;br /&gt;and decisions to be made are pretty important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be or not to be, thats the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bila rindu in masih milikmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku hadirkan sebuah tanya untukmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;harus berapa lamu aku menunggumu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-416687923785908107?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/416687923785908107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=416687923785908107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/416687923785908107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/416687923785908107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/09/contradicting-but-yeahh.html' title='contradicting but yeahh...'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-6543471552131730476</id><published>2007-09-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T07:58:12.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst than a hangover</title><content type='html'>not that i've experienced hangover before&lt;br /&gt;but i guess tthe bad headache i'm having now is pretty similiar to a bad hangover&lt;br /&gt;just that i'm much much sober i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if its migraine or not&lt;br /&gt;but the headache is soooo terrible&lt;br /&gt;i will get the same headache each time I eat something that has a weird smell, drink a  small carton of yeos bandung or soya bean, eat instant otah2, sleep more than 10 hours and emmm, i guess thats about it cos i havent discovered others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its just bad and i need to make a call later&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;no way am i popping paracetomol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be the tanjak. screw u tanjak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-6543471552131730476?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/6543471552131730476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=6543471552131730476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/6543471552131730476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/6543471552131730476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/09/worst-than-hangover.html' title='worst than a hangover'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-8230352357108093091</id><published>2007-09-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:08:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleargh</title><content type='html'>ok, so everytime i post something&lt;br /&gt;i would be saying the same shit again&lt;br /&gt;saying that i havent been blogging, been busy been bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;excuses of mine&lt;br /&gt;no matter how genuine it can be&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is&lt;br /&gt;i'm still lazy&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started school again&lt;br /&gt;just that this time&lt;br /&gt;its a lil bit different&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i missed poly life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramadhan is approaching&lt;br /&gt;and i'm always looking forward to ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;and honestly&lt;br /&gt;its my most fav month of the year&lt;br /&gt;this year ramadhan, i might be starting it a lil later than the rest&lt;br /&gt;you know...&lt;br /&gt;its that time of the month&lt;br /&gt;and i'll still be having it during the beginning of ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;ramadhan mubarak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;whats the purpose of a blog?&lt;br /&gt;what is a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i dont know&lt;br /&gt;just that I guess,&lt;br /&gt;its subjective on how people define blog.&lt;br /&gt;to me, blog is a place for us to share thoughts, events and stuffs with people&lt;br /&gt;and things that are not meant to be shared, ie: really very personal shouldnt be in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;it should be in a diary should u need to pen/type it out.&lt;br /&gt;it shouldnt be read by others.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand why some people can just be too open&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt careless if it only involves them&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, its involving other people as well&lt;br /&gt;and the embarrassment is totally on them&lt;br /&gt;since friends are reading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my oh my&lt;br /&gt;people nowadaysss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too conservative&lt;br /&gt;close minded maybe?&lt;br /&gt;(is there such word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;i havent&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i've liked some people before&lt;br /&gt;and having crushes are not new things to me&lt;br /&gt;but love for someone special?&lt;br /&gt;guess it has only been the love for Allah, rasul, my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm dying to experience 'that kind' of love&lt;br /&gt;not now maybe&lt;br /&gt;i've heard people saying that love hurts&lt;br /&gt;and if it didnt then its not love&lt;br /&gt;why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;if its gonna hurt, why bother to love?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i'll blog about it when i've experienced it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-8230352357108093091?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/8230352357108093091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=8230352357108093091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/8230352357108093091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/8230352357108093091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/09/bleargh.html' title='bleargh'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-4449787523788363875</id><published>2007-07-15T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:56:58.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>whats the remedy to cure flu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapting to something new is easy, but adapting back to the original is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry flavoured pocky is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the missing piece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can money fall down from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my lappie keyboard, the 'm' is not working right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-4449787523788363875?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1172992095166208847</id><published>2007-07-08T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:58:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat&lt;br /&gt;and because of that&lt;br /&gt;I am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a size 'm'&lt;br /&gt;but they insist i wear 'l'&lt;br /&gt;cos they think i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with my size before&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore&lt;br /&gt;cos they think i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to eat&lt;br /&gt;now i dont dare to eat&lt;br /&gt;cos they think i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to diet&lt;br /&gt;but now i want to diet&lt;br /&gt;cos they think i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy working out&lt;br /&gt;now i just want to starve&lt;br /&gt;cos they think i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to sympatised anaeroxiac&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna be anaeroxic&lt;br /&gt;cos they think i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to be curvy&lt;br /&gt;now i just wanna be skinny&lt;br /&gt;cos they think i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being fat&lt;br /&gt;and i am so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs sobs sobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1172992095166208847?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/1172992095166208847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=1172992095166208847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1172992095166208847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1172992095166208847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/07/fat-i-am-fat-and-because-of-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1880674281441053356</id><published>2007-07-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:06:29.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>07-07-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is such a nice day with a nice date&lt;br /&gt;its my bro's b'day and yesterday was my sis' b'day&lt;br /&gt;so well, happy birthday to both of u.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, my cuzzie is getting married today,&lt;br /&gt;nice date she has chosen&lt;br /&gt;easy to remember and there's no way they can forget it&lt;br /&gt;and when people asked when u get married,&lt;br /&gt;u can simply say 7-7-7&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;very cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, my point is&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna choose a nice wedding date too&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided it to be on&lt;br /&gt;10-10-10&lt;br /&gt;its 7 days before my birthday&lt;br /&gt;its on my favourite month&lt;br /&gt;and i wud be 24, a quite nice age i wud say&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that?!!&lt;br /&gt;very cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ppl,&lt;br /&gt;i chop 10-10-10 oredi hor.&lt;br /&gt;dun be kaypoh go take that date to get married oso hor&lt;br /&gt;u all must come&lt;br /&gt;its at botanical garden so u'll get the best company of flowers, trees, butterflies and beeess&lt;br /&gt;hehehes&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love to dream!&lt;br /&gt;did i tell u that before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1880674281441053356?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/1880674281441053356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=1880674281441053356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1880674281441053356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1880674281441053356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/07/07-07-07-today-is-such-nice-day-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-2051008348016012130</id><published>2007-07-01T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:51:48.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting just for the sake of posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;10 of them all&lt;br /&gt;10 bruises&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if they're even worth it to be on my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lousy&lt;br /&gt;and i hate being lousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-1616868139124999884</id><published>2007-05-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:07:48.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Food Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wednesday, 2nd May 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- half plate of murtabak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- jenny cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 slice of bread+nuttella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 cup of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afternoon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 4 donuts (2 double chocs, 1 strawberry and 1 apple cinnamon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 and 1/2 plate of rice with sweet sour fish + vege (sedap giler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- some potato snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 and 1/2 plate of rice with sweet sour fish + vege (still sedap giler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 plate of fried BanMian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thursday, 3rd May 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 2 slices of bread with nutella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 char kway with peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 'butterfly' (something like jenny cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 cup of cofee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afternoon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 2 slices of bread with chicken nuggets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 plate of rice + chicken+beef+vege+tempe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- lime juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tea break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- some snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 chocolate cream puff and 1 strawberry cream puff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 slice of suji cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 goreng pisang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 teh tarik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Night(dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 plate of chicken murtabak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm just putting up my food diary for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to see how much I've eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(i posted everything for fun anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and apparently, from the food diary itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my apettite is getting bigger and scarier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wonder what and how much I'll be eating tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i kinda have in mind to have breakfast at maybe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;McD or Burger King?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;big breakfast, turkey ham, mushroom swiss, hash brown, pancakes,milo freeze, fillet O fish, bla bla bla....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eeemmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pms i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hopefully it doesnt last long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or i'll have a hard time working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-1616868139124999884?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/1616868139124999884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=1616868139124999884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1616868139124999884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/1616868139124999884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/05/food-diary.html' title='Food Diary'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-4146991725908540742</id><published>2007-05-02T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T03:54:22.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tax + donut</title><content type='html'>hahah&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally updating more but kinda dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;because I've no pictures to show&lt;br /&gt;thus even makes my blog even more dull.&lt;br /&gt;grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the pictures are in my lappie&lt;br /&gt;and all this while,&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been hitching onto my neighbour's wireless&lt;br /&gt;sssshhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault anyway, cos he didnt secure it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so lets just call this neighbour of mine, Borat&lt;br /&gt;(not real name)&lt;br /&gt;recently, I dunno whats up with Borat&lt;br /&gt;either he finally secured his wireless&lt;br /&gt;or he's on vacation overseas&lt;br /&gt;I just cant seem to find his wireless network to hitch....&lt;br /&gt;well, a free ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yeah, I cant go online with my lappie&lt;br /&gt;and I don't quite like using my home PC&lt;br /&gt;(which currently I am using now)&lt;br /&gt;but for now I'll make do with this PC first I guess&lt;br /&gt;minus the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I'm kinda in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore cause my sis just made me angry&lt;br /&gt;and freaking irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll just tell why initially I was in a good mood.....&lt;br /&gt;because its half day work today&lt;br /&gt;and I get to eat superyummy donuts&lt;br /&gt;that are 10 times better than dunkindonuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working at IRAS for more than a month already&lt;br /&gt;lots of calculation and accounting&lt;br /&gt;my work sometimes drive me mad&lt;br /&gt;that at times I talk about it while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;but its getting better now&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like my job I guess&lt;br /&gt;its a temporary one anyway&lt;br /&gt;at least I get to know people's salary&lt;br /&gt;heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh and about the donut..&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from jakarta like lastweek&lt;br /&gt;when I reached jakarta, in my mind was just dunkin donuts&lt;br /&gt;cos I'm a donut freak and so far dunkindonuts was the best one I ever tried&lt;br /&gt;but my dad's friend, tante Rita who stayed there told me that there's a better donut shop called 'J.CO'.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda doubt her at first but when I tasted it for myself...&lt;br /&gt;yaAllah, the taste is so heavenly ok!&lt;br /&gt;15 times better than dunkindonuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I came back to Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;I really missed the donuts&lt;br /&gt;and at that point of time,&lt;br /&gt;hajar happened to be talking about the hottest donut shop in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;its called Donut Factory&lt;br /&gt;the queue and waiting time is super long&lt;br /&gt;and I experienced it just now&lt;br /&gt;2 HOURS OK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but the donut is superyummy lah&lt;br /&gt;must trust me&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm quite fussy with food&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;ehem ehem&lt;br /&gt;I have good taste&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel the yummy donuts in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok&lt;br /&gt;maghrib soon&lt;br /&gt;logging off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update more&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-4146991725908540742?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/4146991725908540742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=4146991725908540742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4146991725908540742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/4146991725908540742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/05/tax-donut.html' title='tax + donut'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-7703283286282408695</id><published>2007-04-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:26:53.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird things????</title><content type='html'>ok, so nura actually tagged me to join in this game.&lt;br /&gt;and oh my...its been so long since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;this game sounds weirdly cute.&lt;br /&gt;some of u might have played this game before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes the rules of the games:&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting name know you tagged them and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so why i find this game weirdly cute because what you think is weird might be normal to others and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;and why weird things?&lt;br /&gt;why not good things?i have plenty of them! hahhs!&lt;br /&gt;ok, dont puke yet.&lt;br /&gt;this game is cute too because why 6 people?&lt;br /&gt;haha, i know u cant see the link, me too.&lt;br /&gt;but i still find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so 6 weird things about me (or at least i think its weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- i do handstand to cure my headaches and it works most of the time&lt;br /&gt;2- i dont suck sweets, i bite or chew them. thats why i like skittles and those chewy candy.&lt;br /&gt;3- i sometimes tend to like younger guys&lt;br /&gt;4- soya bean, bandung and otak2/otah make my head spin&lt;br /&gt;5- i sleep with my legs up on top of a pillow. simply put, my legs need the pillow more than my head does.&lt;br /&gt;6- I always eat messily as in comot lah. you know like after a meal, you might either see some bread crumbs or few grains of rice or mayonaise or whatever bit of food i've eaten at the corner of my mouth. Damn, i really hate it when people tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so thats it, the other 6 people would be....&lt;br /&gt; ermm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I change the rule?&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that whoever feels like doing it, please feel free to do so!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it kinda kills boredom and its a fun way to do silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, cant wait to update more.&lt;br /&gt;i would have been blabbering nonstop if not for my busy schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-7703283286282408695?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/7703283286282408695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=7703283286282408695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/7703283286282408695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/7703283286282408695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/04/weird-things.html' title='weird things????'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-5198720266644718431</id><published>2007-04-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:07:05.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continuation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so easily influenced&lt;br /&gt;that time i saw heidi klum advertising katjes sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I actually bought it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what???? sedap doookkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i even sang 'katjes-yes-yes-yes' after eating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this afternoon, i read xiaxue's blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was kinda advertising abt this seaweed thingy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just now, i went to cheers to get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semangat kan???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it taste ok btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been hearing Dan and Young advertising the cornetto royale ice-cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want those tooo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pleassseee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yaAllah, apelah nak jadi dgn aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant remember how many advertisements have actually influenced me into buying the products. damnnn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they are foood! most of them!! arghhhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinkin abt it, whats the use of having ads all around then?&lt;br /&gt;fuuhh, the power of ads and media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, i'm side-tracking now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to continue the surprises i've been getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, after the short and sweet KL-trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as usual, its trainings and trainings for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(duh,i make it sound that bad when actually i skipped lotsa training sessions, hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when I gotta know that Singapore Open International c'ship was on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was paranoid sey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like, "macam mana ni? tak cukup training! boleh ker main?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;winning wasnt the issue, it was actually a matter of whether we were prepared for it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;furthermore,singapore was the hosting country and we cant afford to compete unprepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, there are always problems before every competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like already becoming a tradition. typical singaporean athlete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we always have problems relating to schools,exams, ns...those stuffs. so maafan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Ayu, one of my partner was having her exam period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and unfortunately and i dunno why so suey,&lt;br /&gt;one of her papers actually falls on the day of the competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after some discussions with our coach,we decided to just go ahead with the competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trainings everyday and we had to go for in-camp training.&lt;br /&gt;plus, ayu had to juggled her studies too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kesian dia untill she got sick. luckily its over now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate in-camp training no matter how good it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, those sacrifices didnt really go to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to Allah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we won silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went through lotsa things and it was all worth it i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEMANGAT BISKUT RANGGUPP..WOOHOOO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050344558766933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZtnkqhRQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLSuDciYq9k/s200/biskut.JPG" border="0" /&gt; here goes my biskut rangup gang with our coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banyak2 lebah, lebah apa pandai silat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZvwUqhRSI/AAAAAAAAACE/3xh_6R1qeYY/s1600-h/artistic+ladies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050346908114044194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZvwUqhRSI/AAAAAAAAACE/3xh_6R1qeYY/s200/artistic+ladies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 the artistic ladiessss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZtx0qhRRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9z02ut4UkEE/s1600-h/boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050344734860592402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZtx0qhRRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9z02ut4UkEE/s200/boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here are my favourite 3 junior boys. (from the left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The handsome-jerk afiq who make faces when it comes to taking pics with me yet looking oh-so-handsome when taking with other girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wan-botak who can be quite cheeky and funny most of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and faizul, the , emm, this guy is nice. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a day after the competition was the official day of my graduation ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phew, its one after another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me being me, always so clumsy and seldom get facts right and typically being always late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually reached an hour late. thanks for getting myself mixed up with the timings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost thought that they werent gonna let me graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey, there were some others with me. I was actually together with pretty boy ben. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, he's bloody pretty, flawless skin, damn, how i envy him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and abg hensem was actually behind me. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;except he wasnt that hensem on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tulah, saper suroh perm rambut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, luckily i can still go get my diploma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterall, thats what that actually matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 3 good years in RP, i finally officially graduated from RP with a diploma! yeyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZyzkqhRVI/AAAAAAAAACc/EE8ZdigPHzw/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050350262483502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZyzkqhRVI/AAAAAAAAACc/EE8ZdigPHzw/s200/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is me with pretty boy Ben who apprently isnt that photogenic but he's jst too pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i noe, the gown looks so much like the one in harry potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZx40qhRUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6L8Ig7TLwE/s1600-h/P1060105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050349253166187842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZx40qhRUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6L8Ig7TLwE/s200/P1060105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if u're wondering who abg hensem is...tthere u go. thats abg hensem. i noe u might not think he is hensem but who cares! he's not that hensem now anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050348050575344946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZwy0qhRTI/AAAAAAAAACM/wwxt8LyqVKU/s200/grad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my family with naz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, i need another break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-5198720266644718431?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/5198720266644718431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=5198720266644718431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5198720266644718431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/5198720266644718431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/04/continuation.html' title='continuation...'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RhZtnkqhRQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLSuDciYq9k/s72-c/biskut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-6942897199630418244</id><published>2007-03-24T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:19:15.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i know</title><content type='html'>i know i'm such a lazy gundu girl&lt;br /&gt;i havent been updating for so long&lt;br /&gt;although many things have been happening around me&lt;br /&gt;many unexpected things&lt;br /&gt;not that unexpected actually&lt;br /&gt;its neither good nor bad&lt;br /&gt;nor ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway&lt;br /&gt;its just that things have been happening&lt;br /&gt;some are like surprises&lt;br /&gt;that at some point of time,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to react to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with when the time I just finished school&lt;br /&gt;that was about 1 and a half month ago&lt;br /&gt;3 wonderful years in RP and I've learnt alot&lt;br /&gt;many many things&lt;br /&gt;from different different people&lt;br /&gt;it has been a great experience for me&lt;br /&gt;there were bittersweet moments&lt;br /&gt;but I really enjoyed the time I spent in RP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm given a choice again to choose which poly I wanna go to&lt;br /&gt;I would still choose RP&lt;br /&gt;(suddenly i feel like being so patriotic, not to my country but to RP, LoL)&lt;br /&gt;I wont say its a good or bad school when people ask&lt;br /&gt;because I feel, to judge it, you will have to experience it yourself&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;surprise surprise...&lt;br /&gt;my younger sis got into RP&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, when there were no more classes to attend&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i felt like something was missing&lt;br /&gt;where was the hard-to-wake-up moments at 7?&lt;br /&gt;where was the being sardined-with-long-journey bus moments?&lt;br /&gt;where was the crossing the field for shortcut to school?&lt;br /&gt;where was the FMT?&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i'm missing all those although everytime when i was going through it I just cant stop cussing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i wanna experience those again,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sorta miss it&lt;br /&gt;but as always there are always trainings to keep me occupied&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, I get sick of it too&lt;br /&gt;hussh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another surprise I got was&lt;br /&gt;my aunt and uncle asked me and naz to follow them to KL&lt;br /&gt;its not that big of a surprise but it was a really nice break for us&lt;br /&gt;we went during the chinese new year and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;my kind-hearted aunt and uncle took care of eveyrhting&lt;br /&gt;like transportation, accomadation, food, and even shopping!&lt;br /&gt;if only that can happen more often&lt;br /&gt;how i wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were weird crazy stuffs that me and naz did&lt;br /&gt;like a bit of cam whoring&lt;br /&gt;there was once we heard something from the next room&lt;br /&gt;something that just didnt sound right&lt;br /&gt;it was around 1-2 am&lt;br /&gt;me being so kaypoh&lt;br /&gt;i urged naz to follow me go and try listen more clearly&lt;br /&gt;generally 2 different sounds&lt;br /&gt;from the male and female&lt;br /&gt;we stucked our ears to their wall cause we wanna catch every details&lt;br /&gt;and haha&lt;br /&gt;i think they were like u know, making out or something&lt;br /&gt;or maybe more than that&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think they were doing that 'thing'&lt;br /&gt;anyway they still sound annoying and its disturbing cos i think the walls werent concrete and the walls were like made up of plasters&lt;br /&gt;so much for a 4 star hotel!&lt;br /&gt;we could hear it from our room&lt;br /&gt;so me and naz decided to write them a note and slip it under their door.&lt;br /&gt;so what happened next?&lt;br /&gt;hah! not gonna tell u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, we had fun&lt;br /&gt;we took some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RgVyYWqIauI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fdaTrjEBnu4/s1600-h/P1060185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045564720263228130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RgVyYWqIauI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fdaTrjEBnu4/s200/P1060185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RgVyEmqIatI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kMTMVg9eIG0/s1600-h/reseved.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045564380960811730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RgVyEmqIatI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kMTMVg9eIG0/s200/reseved.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RgVxoWqIasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/99ZOw2eLiyM/s1600-h/stripes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045563895629507266" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/6942897199630418244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know i know'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR8-foNlYCo/RgV2RWqIa4I/AAAAAAAAABs/N3vyANx_QwA/s72-c/P1060331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-117139289603062468</id><published>2007-02-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:54:56.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the mood is there....</title><content type='html'>this is what happens when the mood for blogging is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;rattling on even at the slightest detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school is over for now&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of what gonna happen in future...&lt;br /&gt;then i started to have butterflies in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;and then feel like shitting&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always at this certain time of the month&lt;br /&gt;where only women have it&lt;br /&gt;we call it pms&lt;br /&gt;to male species, i dunno what they call it&lt;br /&gt;i guess they call it menopause&lt;br /&gt;some guys dont really bother such stuffs although they experience it often&lt;br /&gt;dun get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;i mean with the women around them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so when i have pms&lt;br /&gt;its code red with a capital R&lt;br /&gt;i'm always unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;having scary appetite and weird cravings&lt;br /&gt;drink more than i always do&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, i dun even notice it&lt;br /&gt;what-a -bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm having it now&lt;br /&gt;i'm always starving&lt;br /&gt;just now, went to Banquet with abg zahid and ayim&lt;br /&gt;i ordered chicken chop and rojak&lt;br /&gt;although i was desperately craving for roti john&lt;br /&gt;and being banquet, i dun think they have it there&lt;br /&gt;then went to buy apple juice although i desperately wanted ribena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i just discovered my new pms sign&lt;br /&gt;'being so fickle'&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i've always been so fickled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;am still starving now&lt;br /&gt;mum n dad bough dunkin donuts&lt;br /&gt;and i freakin wanna eat it&lt;br /&gt;but when i think of the weight that i've put on&lt;br /&gt;emmm&lt;br /&gt;i decided to maybe eat it 'later'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, sometimes i just wish i'm skinny&lt;br /&gt;so i can fit into everything&lt;br /&gt;and eat as much as i can&lt;br /&gt;but i hate looking so skinny&lt;br /&gt;see! i'm being so fickle again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I watched The Matrimony with haj,siti and naz&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning it was a lil scary&lt;br /&gt;i remembered screaming when the ghost appeared&lt;br /&gt;and we were expecting to scream more&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;we were dissapointed instead&lt;br /&gt;and the ending was like&lt;br /&gt;leaving us with few conclusions and few emmms&lt;br /&gt;gosh, how i hate this kind of ending&lt;br /&gt;just like the drama Love Contract&lt;br /&gt;luckily the movie was only for 1 and half hours&lt;br /&gt;hajar was saying that if it was more than she wud have fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;(i suddenly remember falling asleep while watching harry potter, lols)&lt;br /&gt;if i were to rate the movie, wud have given it like&lt;br /&gt;emm&lt;br /&gt;maybe 3/5 at most&lt;br /&gt;cos u know,&lt;br /&gt;i have to give credits for the beautiful high heels&lt;br /&gt;and the funny names like sansan and manman&lt;br /&gt;when i see their hair, it reminds me of my hair&lt;br /&gt;except that mine is way much nicer&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt hair&lt;br /&gt;i've had my bob hair for like over a week&lt;br /&gt;so far this has been my shortest&lt;br /&gt;(unless u count the hair length when i was bornt)&lt;br /&gt;and when it was cut, i cried ok!&lt;br /&gt;it feels quite funny to have short hair&lt;br /&gt;like so light liek that&lt;br /&gt;i think i like my new hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is valentines day&lt;br /&gt;i dont really celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;sometime it irks me seeing couples doing stuffs&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm jealous&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe a lil&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah! it just irks me&lt;br /&gt;furthermore its a day where christian thingy triumphing glory over muslims failure day!&lt;br /&gt;or something like dat, not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;dont u think its ridiculous for muslims to celebrate a day like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i feel like shitting&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-117138856307430419</id><published>2007-02-13T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:42:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so what now?</title><content type='html'>ok, so last monday was officially my last day in RP&lt;br /&gt;but guess i'm coming back again&lt;br /&gt;to collect my transcript,&lt;br /&gt;return wireless card(thank goodness my lappie doesnt need it)&lt;br /&gt;go for graduation party,&lt;br /&gt;and finally the graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'm not so sure when I'm coming back there.&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully not lah, unless for some good reasons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last day, I had mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;was relieved that I've finally finished my studies there.&lt;br /&gt;So happy that I don't have to wake up early again,&lt;br /&gt;take the crowded 168 bus that takes 45mins to 1 hour journey,&lt;br /&gt;freeze in the very cold lab/classroom,&lt;br /&gt;no more fyp,collecting of CE, PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time&lt;br /&gt;there was a tinge of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;There are lotsa things I'm gonna miss&lt;br /&gt;like my friends especially the retards&lt;br /&gt;(not that i'm not meeting them anymore but its just different)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss the retarded time we did in class when we were bored&lt;br /&gt;all those of playing uno, stress, 7 diamonds&lt;br /&gt;all those bitchin&lt;br /&gt;laughing at the most stupidest things&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget my facs,&lt;br /&gt;those kind ones like Wenyang, Ms Ting, Tek Ming, Benny, Mr Ng&lt;br /&gt;those weird ones like Chris, Alex, Ravi, Daniel, William&lt;br /&gt;those high expectations one like Friso, Eric, York Boon&lt;br /&gt;those ok ones like hongjoo, Ms Mita&lt;br /&gt;those boring ones like Andy, Ms Chia, Deborah, Melvin&lt;br /&gt;those screwed ones like you-know-who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also the food there!&lt;br /&gt;the Ayam Bakar (the only reason i wud come back for)&lt;br /&gt;the milk tea(can only get it at cafe esplanade)&lt;br /&gt;the tortillas(chicken and tuna taste good)&lt;br /&gt;the yoghurt (cookies+strawberry)&lt;br /&gt;the muffins (choc flavour my fav)&lt;br /&gt;the sandwiches (i had to remove the freakin alot mayo all the time)&lt;br /&gt;the waffles (banana choc is my fav)&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, I'm missing lotsa things there&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still have to say goodbye to all that&lt;br /&gt;bye to RP and hello to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm applying to all 3 local Unis&lt;br /&gt;kelvin is applying too&lt;br /&gt;and he's one smart ass guy&lt;br /&gt;if all the people applying are like him&lt;br /&gt;then my chances are really super low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also applied for some jobs&lt;br /&gt;although I dont feel like working yet&lt;br /&gt;some say I shud work first and study later so i get the experience&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't agree and its a wrong conception!&lt;br /&gt;idiots! stop giving me that kind of advice! I'm Hearing no more of it!&lt;br /&gt;cause I want to study not for the job but for the knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its always been my dream too to go local uni&lt;br /&gt;and i go not for myself&lt;br /&gt;ah well, there are always other reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so I should be doing the short essays for uni entrance&lt;br /&gt;not blogging all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw u blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-117138856307430419?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/117138856307430419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=117138856307430419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/117138856307430419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/117138856307430419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-so-what-now.html' title='ok, so what now?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116931016934694204</id><published>2007-01-20T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:27:49.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CheekyPenguin</title><content type='html'>for the second time fyp is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;but this time is a bit ok&lt;br /&gt;i burnt lesser midnight oils&lt;br /&gt;but still we dont deserve a supervisor who bitches about us&lt;br /&gt;she bitched about us to another student&lt;br /&gt;oh no, not another student but many other students&lt;br /&gt;and God knows she might even bitchd with her colleagues&lt;br /&gt;and God knows again her colleagues might happend to be our evaluators&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;so what if she's quite pretty and appear nice to us?!&lt;br /&gt;screw her low neck tops and cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u watch Big Brother?&lt;br /&gt;if u're staying in the UK maybe u do&lt;br /&gt;just some reality show locking up people in one house&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I dont watch it&lt;br /&gt;but since shilpa shetty is in and there's some racism thingy going on&lt;br /&gt;isnt that interesting?&lt;br /&gt;its all over the news too&lt;br /&gt;hot stuffs i shud say&lt;br /&gt;catch it on youtube if u want&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, btw, shilpa won!&lt;br /&gt;she won the votes of the brits!&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;can u believe that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered some new webbies&lt;br /&gt;containing hollywood gossips&lt;br /&gt;whoooo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;not that I'm into gossips&lt;br /&gt;but i just love the way they write and diss all those vain celebrities&lt;br /&gt;if u dunno how to fill your time&lt;br /&gt;want some stupid laughs with stupid stuffs&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.egotastic.com"&gt;www.egotastic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so&lt;br /&gt;i'm not quite right up there&lt;br /&gt;finnishing up report was the hardest&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly feel like introducing my best companions&lt;br /&gt;my very best companions when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing my penguins and a chicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/585305/P1050686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left to right)&lt;br /&gt;a pink chicky mum bought for me&lt;br /&gt;initially she thought its a penguin&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;next to it is my pink penguin i bought at vivo city with kyoko&lt;br /&gt;second row is a mini blue penguin, a gift from a junior in TS&lt;br /&gt;and next to it is the penguin from Happy Feet!&lt;br /&gt;i took it from my lil bro&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to south africa to see the penguins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ouh and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy new year to all muslims!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy awal muharram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off&lt;br /&gt;cheeckypenguin~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116931016934694204?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116931016934694204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116931016934694204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116931016934694204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116931016934694204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheekypenguin.html' title='CheekyPenguin'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116758840224913309</id><published>2007-01-01T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:06:42.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2007, bye bye 2006</title><content type='html'>time now is 1:40am&lt;br /&gt;date is 1st january 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so,&lt;br /&gt;its been an hour and 40 mins since we embrace the new year of 2007&lt;br /&gt;and this is the third post i'm writing about that involves new year&lt;br /&gt;its been almost 3 years since i keep this blogspot of mine&lt;br /&gt;how time flies and i didnt even realise~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;a big shoutout to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO 2007, BYE BYE 2006!&lt;br /&gt;weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about time,&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered a poem of Khalil Gibran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said,&lt;br /&gt;"yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL,&lt;br /&gt;i love those lines&lt;br /&gt;and i find it very meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as though telling that what past is past&lt;br /&gt;and what was left was just memories&lt;br /&gt;since we couldnt possibly turn back time&lt;br /&gt;might as well we move on&lt;br /&gt;hold onto a new dream/goals&lt;br /&gt;and then strive towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, whats your new year resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thinking mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116758840224913309?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116758840224913309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116758840224913309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116758840224913309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116758840224913309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-2007-bye-bye-2006.html' title='hello 2007, bye bye 2006'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116732935743012127</id><published>2006-12-28T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:09:17.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how ni???</title><content type='html'>ARRRGGGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a blooody big motivation&lt;br /&gt;to get my blooody big FYP done.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to get it done before new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i can think of fyp as much as i think of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had my selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news is, I'm selected again for the upcoming championships. Alhamdulillah, thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news is, I have to fly off to vietnam for the overseas trial before the actual championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its not exactly bad news but the dates are from 14 to 19. freaking 6 days. and its in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th will be my FYP submission day.&lt;br /&gt;nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna go&lt;br /&gt;naz will kill me if she hears this&lt;br /&gt;unless we can finish everything before new year&lt;br /&gt;of which i doubt we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i tell coach i cant go&lt;br /&gt;he'll definitely ask for the reasons&lt;br /&gt;then he'll definitely says, "everything can be settled, i'll just talk to your Dean or whatsoever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think so easy meh?&lt;br /&gt;my school is a freaking heck care school&lt;br /&gt;they won't even bother if u come for class or not&lt;br /&gt;they just follow everything by the book.&lt;br /&gt;absent from class more than 5 times than out u go&lt;br /&gt;or at least receive a warning letter then bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is coach gonna do fyp for me?&lt;br /&gt;i've sacrificed school for silat couple of times&lt;br /&gt;and its worrying&lt;br /&gt;especially when my GPA dropped from 3.3 to 3.2&lt;br /&gt;its a lot ok&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried it might drop again&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the upcoming championships are important to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having both school and silat equally important.&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116732935743012127?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116732935743012127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;he is 2 years younger than I am&lt;br /&gt;we all call him Fid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were younger,&lt;br /&gt;we played together&lt;br /&gt;it was fun playing together&lt;br /&gt;of course there werent just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of cousins and to this date i've lost count of them&lt;br /&gt;but its around 40 I guess&lt;br /&gt;(thats just on my mum's side and on my dad's,i think about 30 something)&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, we're still close and our bond is still as strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time,&lt;br /&gt;on weekends, our uncle would bring us to macritchie reservoir&lt;br /&gt;(i cant remember what the hell we did there)&lt;br /&gt;on certain ocassions we would just sing happily&lt;br /&gt;(my singing wasnt terrible back then and all we sang were sentimental songs, haha)&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, we would play badminton together&lt;br /&gt;(we would always start cussing each other when we're not happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this cousin of mine,&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like him&lt;br /&gt;(thats when we were younger)&lt;br /&gt;if he cant get his way, he will start to bite&lt;br /&gt;(he's not friendly as you can see cause he bites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one time, he tried to get something from me&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt let him&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;yes, he bit me&lt;br /&gt;he freaking bit me on my arm untill i bleed&lt;br /&gt;i still have the scar till now&lt;br /&gt;although its just a tiny scar like the size of singapore in the map,&lt;br /&gt;and because of that,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i'll ever forget him for life!&lt;br /&gt;hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon later after that&lt;br /&gt;he was gone&lt;br /&gt;his parents got divorced&lt;br /&gt;and his mum took him back to kelantan&lt;br /&gt;situated at the far end of malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back then, i thought it was only for a short while&lt;br /&gt;when i started to missed him&lt;br /&gt;i got to know that his parents made an agreement that&lt;br /&gt;only when he is 18, he can then come to singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then started to get used to him not being here&lt;br /&gt;and 10 years later&lt;br /&gt;year 2006&lt;br /&gt;we meet him again&lt;br /&gt;he still look the same&lt;br /&gt;just a lil taller&lt;br /&gt;and if there's something that is different,&lt;br /&gt;that would have to be his voice *rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is now a fine young man&lt;br /&gt;with good voice&lt;br /&gt;and definitely good sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;same frequency as i am i should say&lt;br /&gt;and he's friendly now, cos he doesnt bite anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we start smsing each other&lt;br /&gt;just like last time&lt;br /&gt;we wont want to admit defeat&lt;br /&gt;so we keep on dissing each other&lt;br /&gt;(in a good way i mean)&lt;br /&gt;untill one of us finally give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to have him back here again&lt;br /&gt;but not for long&lt;br /&gt;he is going back this friday&lt;br /&gt;and we're gonna miss him again&lt;br /&gt;booo hoooo hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/191290/P1050622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats fid climbing a coconut tree about 10m tall after drafon boating session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh where did his strength come from sey?. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bagos jugak dok kelate, leh pandai panjat pokok kelape, dapat jugak air kelape free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;huhuhu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116724588720983413?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116724588720983413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;rain rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come again another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little children want to play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember thats what we sang when we were younger&lt;br /&gt;chanting those when the rain comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange, up till now&lt;br /&gt;i still love the rain&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want it to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind i cant play,&lt;br /&gt;i can watch the box&lt;br /&gt;i can go online&lt;br /&gt;i can surf and chat&lt;br /&gt;i can read&lt;br /&gt;i can blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its even nice to sleep when its raining outside&lt;br /&gt;hear the sound of rain splattering onto the ground&lt;br /&gt;feel the cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;and the smell of rain....wheeww..nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;there are people all around hoping for the rain to go away&lt;br /&gt;not because they want to play&lt;br /&gt;but because of what the rain has caused them&lt;br /&gt;its been raining non-stop here from last night&lt;br /&gt;and its expected to rain till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the monsoon,&lt;br /&gt;it brings about heavy rain&lt;br /&gt;some countries are even experiencing flood&lt;br /&gt;and i pity them&lt;br /&gt;and they're just our neighbours&lt;br /&gt;what is going to happen to their home?&lt;br /&gt;what is going to happen to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;why is it when its reaching the end of the year&lt;br /&gt;disasters started to strike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;Hanya Allah sahaja yang maha mengetahui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116714256347739338?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116653575005648038</id><published>2006-12-19T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:42:30.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 december 2006</title><content type='html'>this date, I don't wish to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a friend's birthday&lt;br /&gt;he's one of those whose among the first to wish me on ma b'day&lt;br /&gt;he's one of those who dun get presents during his b'day&lt;br /&gt;he's one of those whose friends never remember his b'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of his friends is me&lt;br /&gt;i actually forgotten&lt;br /&gt;truly sorry&lt;br /&gt;i promise its not gonna happen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Saiful, Happy Birthday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116653575005648038?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116653493708962451</id><published>2006-12-19T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:28:57.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbows and sunshines after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice + sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the things that have been happenning around me&lt;br /&gt;i was so looking forward to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short break&lt;br /&gt;books and more books&lt;br /&gt;sun basking&lt;br /&gt;a lil road trip ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;road to penang - jembatan penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/21508/P1050532.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the man behind the wheels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/962217/P1050499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;greens and more greens&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/974932/P1050508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;subh&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/120971/P1050547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kids - Batu Feringgi, Penang&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/22559/P1050564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;manhunt of the year&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/34520/P1050568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ready, set, GO! - dragonboat race, battle of the currents&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/736003/P1050571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;solatlah kamu sebelum kamu disolatkan- @floating mosque, penang&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/54278/P1050574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rainbow after the rain&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/773088/P1050594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cutie firah with kitty ginger&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/569782/P1050600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;no comments- whew- times square, KL&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6181/457/200/49267/P1050621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116653493708962451?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116653493708962451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116653493708962451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116653493708962451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116653493708962451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/12/rainbows-and-sunshines-after-rain.html' title='rainbows and sunshines after the rain'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116653096666945133</id><published>2006-12-19T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:22:46.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>littlest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to a certain someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u were once special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams, Dreams Of when we had just started things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams of me and you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems, It seems &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can't shake those memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if you feel the same way too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The littlest things that take me there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it sounds lame but its so true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know its not right, but it seems unfair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the things remind me of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if for only one weekend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116653096666945133?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116653096666945133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116653096666945133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116653096666945133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116653096666945133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/12/littlest-things.html' title='littlest things'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116550923686516814</id><published>2006-12-07T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:38:24.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neverending horizon</title><content type='html'>can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;i just stared a good 20 minutes at my lappie screen thinking what to write&lt;br /&gt;(ok i just lied, it was barely 10 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been through of something I would call&lt;br /&gt;'a bad rough patch of life'&lt;br /&gt;which I've told about it in the post before this.&lt;br /&gt;it might not be as bad as you think&lt;br /&gt;but so far, that was the hugest impact i've ever experienced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this scared before&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this stressed out before&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this insecured before&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this worried before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course I believe all this happened for a reason&lt;br /&gt;and Alhamdulillah I've begin to realise things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad and grateful for having such a wonderful family&lt;br /&gt;who completely understand what I've just went through&lt;br /&gt;who were there when I need them the most&lt;br /&gt;their utmost care and concern really touched me&lt;br /&gt;especially my mother&lt;br /&gt;I love them so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course my friends too&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to have wonderful friends too&lt;br /&gt;especially the retards&lt;br /&gt;*hehe*&lt;br /&gt;you all have been so incredibly sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I've fully recovered&lt;br /&gt;but I'm getting better&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel a lil bit scared and uneasy at times&lt;br /&gt;especially at night&lt;br /&gt;strange when last time I love the night yet now I'm sorta terrified of it&lt;br /&gt;I still can't stand being alone&lt;br /&gt;and I still have to sleep with my mother *blush*&lt;br /&gt;and occassionally I still cry whenever 'that' feeling starts to creep in&lt;br /&gt;mum just kept saying, "its mental, mental..."&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;ok,ok, its always mind over matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dare to think so much about the future nowadays&lt;br /&gt;the future kinda freaks me out&lt;br /&gt;and I'm trying to take things easy&lt;br /&gt;instead of stressing myself&lt;br /&gt;cause stress, as I was told, is the cause of many illness&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be sick&lt;br /&gt;so goodie, I'm getting better&lt;br /&gt;after that incident, my sickness actually slowly went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt also told me that&lt;br /&gt;'STRESS' shouldnt exist in any muslim's dictionary&lt;br /&gt;because all our organs have their limitations&lt;br /&gt;if we use over the limit, stress is what we get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of trying to bear that in mind&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that those who read this will too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sort of realise things&lt;br /&gt;I asked mum why all this happened to me&lt;br /&gt;I still remember Allah&lt;br /&gt;and do what we are told to do&lt;br /&gt;mum said, perhaps there are things that I didnt realise&lt;br /&gt;so then onwards, I stared to ponder upon the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I've said,&lt;br /&gt;I'm realising things.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been grateful then ever&lt;br /&gt;even at the most littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm ok now&lt;br /&gt;my appetite has come back&lt;br /&gt;and I tell u its disguting&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating a lot&lt;br /&gt;much more than before&lt;br /&gt;but heck care&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite like the idea of girls eating little&lt;br /&gt;because they have to watch their diet and lose weight&lt;br /&gt;to me, you eat hard and if you want to maintain&lt;br /&gt;then u simply exercise hard.&lt;br /&gt;(not that I practise what I preach..bleargh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my horrendous laughter has come back too&lt;br /&gt;I've started to laugh a ot like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I simply love it when its raining outside&lt;br /&gt;i'm inside either watching the box&lt;br /&gt;or become obsessed with my book&lt;br /&gt;while listening to lily allen's&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;just like last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it too when I turn to the Quran more often than before&lt;br /&gt;whenever I fell uneasy&lt;br /&gt;it actually makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;(why didnt I think of this before this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy occasions are coming in too&lt;br /&gt;my cuzzie is getting married this saturday&lt;br /&gt;and i might be going for a short vacation with my family&lt;br /&gt;this is so bloody nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess I'll have to stop pinning for those who never intended to be there for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116550923686516814?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116550923686516814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116550923686516814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116550923686516814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116550923686516814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/12/neverending-horizon.html' title='neverending horizon'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116464926571629309</id><published>2006-11-27T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:41:05.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story to tell...</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since I last update&lt;br /&gt;and now I have a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;its about a young girl&lt;br /&gt;and the girl is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid celebration was nice&lt;br /&gt;only for few days&lt;br /&gt;caught a cold&lt;br /&gt;there came the coughing&lt;br /&gt;there came the running nose&lt;br /&gt;there came the difficulty in breathing&lt;br /&gt;and made me such a weakling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times when I find it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;i started thinking&lt;br /&gt;why cant I breathe properly?&lt;br /&gt;am I gonna die soon?&lt;br /&gt;the thought come and go&lt;br /&gt;everything was still normal&lt;br /&gt;but occasionally, I thought about dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went on for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of dying became stronger&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I went, I thought, could this be my last location?&lt;br /&gt;everyone I talked to, I thought, could this be my last conversation?&lt;br /&gt;the thought never goes away, on the other hand, it became really bad&lt;br /&gt;I felt stressed out and needed someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;but havent got the courage to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can I just come up to people and say..&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno why but I think I'm dying soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surpressed that thought for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;and because of that, I got gastric&lt;br /&gt;I lost my appetite&lt;br /&gt;i put on a false front&lt;br /&gt;and try to act normal as much as i can&lt;br /&gt;although I succeeded, it didnt get any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got from bad to worse&lt;br /&gt;there were times when I'm too scared of being alone&lt;br /&gt;i tried to keep myself busy whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;but never have the mood to do practically anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were also times where I'm scared of going to bed&lt;br /&gt;I was scared that If I sleep, I might never wake up&lt;br /&gt;and those times, I ended up not sleeping the whole night&lt;br /&gt;and slept during the day because I surrendered to fatigue&lt;br /&gt;and because people around me were awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an occasion where I suddenly blurted it out to Naz&lt;br /&gt;i thought I might felt better after that&lt;br /&gt;but I didnt&lt;br /&gt;Naz just said she dunno&lt;br /&gt;that actually made me worrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I kept it in me again&lt;br /&gt;and it builds up as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became sensitive at my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;I cant see funeral&lt;br /&gt;I cant hear the word death or die&lt;br /&gt;and I can't listen to the story of those who have died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying most of the time&lt;br /&gt;but I just cant&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I'm afraid of death&lt;br /&gt;but I just cant stand the thought of grief my loved ones gonna have&lt;br /&gt;I don't want them to be sad&lt;br /&gt;because I have few of my loved one who have passed away&lt;br /&gt;my aunt,&lt;br /&gt;my granny,&lt;br /&gt;my cuzzin.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was terrible that I dont wish to experience it again&lt;br /&gt;Ive been through it and I dont want my loved ones to feel that way when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;and its sad to think that I'm leaving them&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is not like I'm going away for a trip or something&lt;br /&gt;its just different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill came yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i had a very bad thump feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;same thought&lt;br /&gt;when I reached home, i log on the internet&lt;br /&gt;and pluck my courage to actually google out the signs before death&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified after reading it&lt;br /&gt;not because its true&lt;br /&gt;but because i kept thinking of the grief&lt;br /&gt;and whether my a'mal is enough for the hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dashed out to the living room&lt;br /&gt;drag mum who was watching a Bond film to my room&lt;br /&gt;hug her and cried really hard&lt;br /&gt;i finally brokedown&lt;br /&gt;and told her everything&lt;br /&gt;because if not, i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;explode or implode at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those crying felt really good&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt better after crying and talking to mum&lt;br /&gt;she gave me her pieces&lt;br /&gt;and after that, it felt like something heavy has just been lifted off my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, my whole family knows&lt;br /&gt;and I told some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it actually felt good to let it out&lt;br /&gt;and share your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum told me I shouldnt be terrified of death&lt;br /&gt;instead I should be prepared for it&lt;br /&gt;even if I were to die later, tomorrow or any other day ie; anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those pessimistic thinking have started to reduce after that&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;just that now and then&lt;br /&gt;I cry just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;everytime I wake up from sleep&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah for everything&lt;br /&gt;for being able to live another day&lt;br /&gt;and to be given a chance to use it as it should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now trying to face it bravely&lt;br /&gt;so instead of thinking I might die soon,&lt;br /&gt;I switch it thinking I might live a long time&lt;br /&gt;except, I made use of my day as though I'm gonna die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the story I've been wanting to tell&lt;br /&gt;and only now the story's been told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Allah, please give me the strength to face eveything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116464926571629309?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116464926571629309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116464926571629309' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;DAMN!!! EDISON MAIN KAYU TIGAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL KILL YOU VINCY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, I've decided to like Oliver Goodwill~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i'm getting a lil tired of 'smile'&lt;br /&gt;thinking of putting another song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i like the song 'you'll be safe here' by rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;gosh, those boys really got da talent~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once eid is over, i'll post about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you all missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116380292795456253?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116380292795456253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116380292795456253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116380292795456253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116380292795456253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-dropping-by.html' title='just dropping by...'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116214577659280600</id><published>2006-10-30T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:16:16.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanity</title><content type='html'>why are some people just so vain?&lt;br /&gt;why cant we escape from being vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why some women still wear high heels although at the end of the day their feet will hurt?&lt;br /&gt;why some people wear contact lens when they are actually bad to your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;why some people wear pointed shoes when at the end of the day, they will have blood clot in their toenails?&lt;br /&gt;why some people straighten their hair when they have nice curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;why some people curl their hair when they have nice straight hair?&lt;br /&gt;why some people this when its that?&lt;br /&gt;why some people that when its this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? why? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didnt I go jalan raya when I have the oppurtunity to do so?&lt;br /&gt;why i'm still awake when I'm really sick and its freakin 2 am?&lt;br /&gt;why am I blogging when I have so many things to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;sighs to exam,&lt;br /&gt;sighs to fyp,&lt;br /&gt;sighs to history,&lt;br /&gt;sighs to being sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I have many whys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116214577659280600?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116214577659280600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116214577659280600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116214577659280600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116214577659280600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/vanity.html' title='vanity'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116188380026922131</id><published>2006-10-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:30:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>settle down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/2emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/2emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act cute + emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 espressions of mine when having long rides to Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;first espression is the trnya be funny kinda thing plus acting cute&lt;br /&gt;second step emo lah tu konon, maklumlah, dah boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually there are more espressions&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not gonna make a fool of myself any further&lt;br /&gt;and appear lot more vainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naz turned 20 today&lt;br /&gt;me, siti and naz,&lt;br /&gt;we planned to wear the dress we bought at jusco&lt;br /&gt;its the same dress but different colours&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was funny i think&lt;br /&gt;some say we're wearing batik *wth*&lt;br /&gt;some was singing hari raya song to us *rolls*&lt;br /&gt;some call siti 'makcik' *haha*&lt;br /&gt;some group of people gave us the 'look' in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;funny meh?&lt;br /&gt;i thought we looked just nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, maybe it wasnt that really a good idea&lt;br /&gt;but we love our dress&lt;br /&gt;hehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aper tengok tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1050063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;strangely, I've been having this kinda thoughts lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just feel like&lt;br /&gt;I wanna settle down&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too tired from studying and trying hard to get good grades&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too worried about working life&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too tired of waiting for edison&lt;br /&gt;(ok just kiddin there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna settle down,&lt;br /&gt;goyang kaki,&lt;br /&gt;have children and educate them,&lt;br /&gt;and be a good homemaker or whatever lah&lt;br /&gt;as long as it involves staying at home&lt;br /&gt;tired la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, is there anyone willing to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;come my house ok&lt;br /&gt;i'll marry you right away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengucap panjang lah mak aku kalau tau ni sumer&lt;br /&gt;mampos aku&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;aku memain jer&lt;br /&gt;tapi ader yang betol jugak&lt;br /&gt;korang takkanlah tanak kawin kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116188380026922131?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116188380026922131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116188380026922131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116188380026922131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116188380026922131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/settle-down.html' title='settle down'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116164098707512068</id><published>2006-10-23T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:03:07.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eidul Fitri</title><content type='html'>Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar&lt;br /&gt;Laa ilaahaillaAllahu waAllahu Akbar&lt;br /&gt;Allahu Akbar walillahilhamd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eidul Fitri is just tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah! I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Eid's celebration.&lt;br /&gt;There's always lotsa stuffs to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;So hectic, tiring, exciting, but at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;we always enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that time me and siti and naz and hajar went to jusco to look for Eid's stuffs&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040818.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040818.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/pic2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/pic2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite sad actually that Ramadhan is over for this year&lt;br /&gt;I hope Allah accepts all the ibadah I've done for this month&lt;br /&gt;amiiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eidul fitri is a time to ask for forgiveness from our friends and family&lt;br /&gt;in and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what,&lt;br /&gt;I just knew that its a cultural, tradition thingy to ask for forgiveness during Eid&lt;br /&gt;and also all those house visiting&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;but since it a good thing, I guess it should be preserved and to be carried on&lt;br /&gt;its just that&lt;br /&gt;I thought that, we shouldnt only ask for forgiveness at a specific time&lt;br /&gt;and only wait till Eid comes then we'll do our house visiting&lt;br /&gt;what if we're not given that oppurtunity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;what I love most about eid is the FOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;hah! I'm such a glutton! always thinking of food&lt;br /&gt;cant help it, sorry&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, mama will always do all the cooking&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at the side just helping&lt;br /&gt;you know, like doing the cutting and looking and smelling &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yummylicious rendang,seronding, ayam masak merah, sambal goreng pengantin,lauk hati and ketupat!! sedapnyeer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040997.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, when will I be able to cook as well as her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i might not be good at cooking&lt;br /&gt;but at least i can arrange flowers quite well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040970.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040970.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040969.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040969.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;kepada kengkawanku dan keluargaku yang tercintak&lt;br /&gt;sempena hari yang mulia ini&lt;br /&gt;ku inging sekali menyusun sepuluh jari&lt;br /&gt;mohon maaf zahir batin&lt;br /&gt;kalau ader salah dan silap ker&lt;br /&gt;manerlah tau kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taqabbalallahu minna wa minkum.&lt;br /&gt;Minal 'Aidil wal faiizin wal makbulin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116164098707512068?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116164098707512068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116164098707512068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116164098707512068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116164098707512068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/eidul-fitri.html' title='Eidul Fitri'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116151745380746411</id><published>2006-10-22T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:28:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-b'day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040910.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040910.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b'day week over&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice one&lt;br /&gt;but I did something bad on my b'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know....&lt;br /&gt;like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipping class&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sssshhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made the rest skipped class as well&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i love all u retards!&lt;br /&gt;u guyz rawkzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, who would wanna spend a b'day in class?&lt;br /&gt;and furthermore, its Business Continuity Technology&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine how boring its gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say more&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i feel that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'no words are needed, just pictures'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040864.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040881.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks people for the great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really had fun and thanks for everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love u all!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116151745380746411?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116151745380746411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116151745380746411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116151745380746411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116151745380746411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-bday.html' title='post-b&apos;day'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116101673638024166</id><published>2006-10-17T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:38:56.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty</title><content type='html'>right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just turned 20 about five minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;i dont like being 20&lt;br /&gt;i dont like getting older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i dont have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i've got my high heels&lt;br /&gt;(ok,not so high)&lt;br /&gt;i've got my bronzer/blusher&lt;br /&gt;and I've got myself a dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b'day treat for myself I guess&lt;br /&gt;ouh! and surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;dad got me back my hard disk&lt;br /&gt;whoa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, went to JUSCO jb with&lt;br /&gt;hajar,siti and naz&lt;br /&gt;it was hell lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;and CRAZIEE&lt;br /&gt;we cant stop our laughing gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;as in today&lt;br /&gt;going out with the retards again&lt;br /&gt;i'll be updating about it soon!&lt;br /&gt;yoyoyoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now,I'm gonna make a call&lt;br /&gt;ciaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/high%20heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sexy arent they? hahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, almost maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, thats my heels....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116101673638024166?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116101673638024166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116101673638024166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116101673638024166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116101673638024166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/twenty.html' title='twenty'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116078267705867215</id><published>2006-10-13T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:38:07.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAWAT! GAWAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040761%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GAWAT! GAWAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimana nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, thats what the indos say when in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in trouble&lt;br /&gt;just in a panic mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day for me to decide&lt;br /&gt;whether I wanna get back my harddisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;i really want it back&lt;br /&gt;dad just wouldnt lend me the money&lt;br /&gt;and even told me to forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless dad's gonna lend me the money&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gettin it back&lt;br /&gt;and 90% he's not lending it to me&lt;br /&gt;rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;my lappie is going to suffer from permanent amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;why isnt there any Eid card in english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;sorry that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been looking high and low for an english Eid card&lt;br /&gt;and there dont seem to be any over here&lt;br /&gt;its even hard to look for any eid card over here to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;things aint going my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except the fact that the cake and brownies that me and sis baked&lt;br /&gt;(and with the help of my bro)&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be exceptionally good&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a domestic goddess!&lt;br /&gt;(mum said I'm hopeless in other areas of domestic stuffs except for baking)&lt;br /&gt;but still, its a compliment isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;and, I just got a recipe book on cookies and cakes&lt;br /&gt;baking is such a fun thing to do&lt;br /&gt;-for now&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm on for more shopping&lt;br /&gt;I need shoes! yes, shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no&lt;br /&gt;i need heels, yes heels&lt;br /&gt;and bag maybe&lt;br /&gt;ouh, and bronzer&lt;br /&gt;(gosh, will i look tanner with bronzer? cos i'm tanned enough already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about bronzer is that&lt;br /&gt;its a cool stuff&lt;br /&gt;i dont really need it&lt;br /&gt;but thats what the models in the mags use&lt;br /&gt;and they look fabulous&lt;br /&gt;siti retard is planning to get it too&lt;br /&gt;we're into it together&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I also want a kebaya&lt;br /&gt;oh my! looking at the stuffs that I want&lt;br /&gt;I look so vain&lt;br /&gt;but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;if only money can rain on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116078267705867215?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116078267705867215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116078267705867215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116078267705867215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116078267705867215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/gawat-gawat.html' title='GAWAT! GAWAT!'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116050321706172787</id><published>2006-10-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:00:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>according to nura&lt;br /&gt;if I've got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I could do this quizzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I've got nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I could do with some quizzies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I just lied&lt;br /&gt;I just borrowed 3 Jane Green books from the library&lt;br /&gt;and now ought to be reading it&lt;br /&gt;at least its always better than doing quiz&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna post an entry&lt;br /&gt;just that I havent got any idea what to write about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I just lied again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, its fasting month and I keep lying&lt;br /&gt;this is bad, really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I had something on my mind to write about&lt;br /&gt;and with PICTURES!!&lt;br /&gt;apparently, I still havent uploaded the pics yet&lt;br /&gt;guess I'll have to wait till I'm a little less lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes the quizzie/questionaires&lt;br /&gt;or whatever u wanna call it&lt;br /&gt;took it from nura's blog&lt;br /&gt;and feel free to do then post it up&lt;br /&gt;especially when you dunno what to write about in your blog&lt;br /&gt;its always better than a dormant blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Single,taken or crushing??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: unmarried, heart stolen and crushing to bitz and pieces&lt;br /&gt;heeeee&lt;br /&gt;(dun get me wrong, its nothing negative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are u happy with ur life now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: Alhamdulillah, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. When you meet the right person, will you fall with him/her fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans:  dont think so but eventually I will still fall for him at the end of the day, so it doesnt really matter, fast or slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.4. Have you had your heart broken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe there are circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: that really depends but I'm against it anyway&lt;br /&gt;(i'm so fickle-minded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Would you talk to someone back if he/she cheats on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: I'll just kick his/her ass and simply let my legs do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you talk to another person about marriage before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: hahahha, yes and with a lot of people. I just cant wait to get married and shake my legs. hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.8. Do you want children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. How many?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: just enough for a football team, hmm, maybe thats a little too many. How about enough for a regu team or ganda team will do cos tunggal just isnt enough. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Would you consider adoption?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: tell me please and dont forget to say I'm smart, hot and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: lol, I'm terrified of it but I'm not saying I'm not enjoying it. so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: not untill I've experienced it myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: romantic is my middle name....&lt;br /&gt;or at least I love romantic comedies.&lt;br /&gt;heeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: change what? sometimes i can change someone's mind. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you could marry somewhere, where would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: Home Garden (if I ever have any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: YES&lt;br /&gt;*blushin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Have you ever wish you could have someone but you messed it up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: how I wish I could have edison but never even had the oppurtunity to even mess it up, so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Have you broken a heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: I hope I havent broke any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. One day if your bestfriend fall in love with he/she that you are deeply in love with. What would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: either I fight it out with her (best woman wins, hehe) or change her mind and make her fall for someone else or I go and love someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: yeah. Loads of misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, I have  to ask 5 friends to do this survey on their blog and Write down their names below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 pple are:&lt;br /&gt;you1&lt;br /&gt;you1&lt;br /&gt;you3&lt;br /&gt;you4&lt;br /&gt;you5&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/7434209-116050321706172787?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116050321706172787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116050321706172787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116050321706172787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116050321706172787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-116032879631843844</id><published>2006-10-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:33:18.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hazy october</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; reading my tagieees just sometimes make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;with all those comments i find amusing&lt;br /&gt;and because of my previous post 'amnesia'&lt;br /&gt;i've received few comments and here goes my repliesss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jannnah - my lappie is a male, dont ask me why cos i dunno why but i just like the thought of having my lappie to be a male. you know... opposite attracts, or whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to naz - i treat people, animal and things (especially my belongings) equally. I'm a kind-spirited soul and yes, did I answer your doubts? no? anyway, a person is a person and a lappie is a lappie. period. surely i'm not that complicated, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to icha - my lappie has amnesia because it, sorry, i mean he, just got a new harddisk and his old memories lost. thanks for disturbin anyway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hajar - suspense eh dok? hahaha. ko ingat saper yg ader amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love october&lt;br /&gt;cos its a month of many birthdays&lt;br /&gt;of whom they are my loved and closed ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st oct - my baobei chuanyi's b'day&lt;br /&gt;(its been so long since we last chat, hang around,eat good food and talk about HK and edd's stuffs, how i missed you and there's a lot for us to catch up on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd oct- ira's b'day&lt;br /&gt;(my most good friend cum long-distance-cuzzie, what the hell have u been up to? i cant seem to get through you and I miss u loadddzzzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th oct - edison chen's b'day&lt;br /&gt;(am a die hard fan cum lover of edd for over 6 years olredi and still countin. Make sure u peeps go and watch his upcoming movie 'The Grudge" this friday the 13th ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th oct - papa's b'day&lt;br /&gt;(he's 48 already i guess! Papa! biler nak ader cucu? hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th oct - mama's b'day&lt;br /&gt;(yes, my mum's b'day is just right a day after dad's. add their birthday up and u get mine,=) hee )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8+9= 17th oct&lt;br /&gt;and its MY BIRTHDAY. hahaha. why am i blushing suddenly? oh yes... cos i was thinking of getting prezziess from u people...hahahahha. *so thickskinned, please excuse me for that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th oct - naz's b'day&lt;br /&gt;(naz,did u even realise that we're gonna be 20 soon? ahhh! biler ko nak kawin?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're celebrating eid on the 24th&lt;br /&gt;geee....&lt;br /&gt;multiple celebrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i love october&lt;br /&gt;and would like to take this opputurnity to wish all october babies a very nice birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and here's a little something about all u october babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER - Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends........... Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* i sort of agree the last sentence - 'smart, hot and sexy'&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, much as i love october,&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;we've been having haze here&lt;br /&gt;very unhealthy atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday the PSI was 150!&lt;br /&gt;can u believe that!&lt;br /&gt;if its gonna get worser&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have nurses wearing mask all over singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haze also reminds me of edd's previous album&lt;br /&gt;entitled "HAZY"&lt;br /&gt;why of all hazy?&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;do u have any idea how much we all hate the haze?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's pics of iftar with retards&lt;br /&gt;love em'&lt;br /&gt;love their retardness&lt;br /&gt;initially we planned to go arab street kampong glam&lt;br /&gt;but went to town instead and had Nasi Ayam Penyet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear retards, i have to say this&lt;br /&gt;the nasi ayam penyet wasnt that great&lt;br /&gt;but i still enjoyed it and tried not to be fussy for once&lt;br /&gt;i felt the warmth especially with those extremely spicy sambal belachan!&lt;br /&gt;the happy soda was nice anyway&lt;br /&gt;and we should have the 'topless eight' from swenson's again!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, play UNO barbie pleaseeeee&lt;br /&gt;i missed blackie, afro, jembu, abg 'step hensem', si ciner and all the other bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni kenaper pulak? nak nangis ker sembelit?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/PICT0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/PICT0497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;intoducing ..... "cik lehs wannane"!!!! bukan main nura, samer skali, ader bakat betol&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/PICT0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/PICT0496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;step cute lah pulak, lagi lagi si siti ni......&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/PICT0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/PICT0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i told you.... they are the retarded oness, not me =)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nasi ayam penyet dengan sambal pedas belachan dengan soda gembira dengan tahu goreng dengan tempe goreng dengan kobes keras dgn kangkung rebos dengan keropok dan macam2 lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maklumlah, dah kenyang so all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-116032879631843844?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/116032879631843844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=116032879631843844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116032879631843844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/116032879631843844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/hazy-october.html' title='hazy october'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115997944630007600</id><published>2006-10-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:30:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amnesia</title><content type='html'>gosh! he has amnesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone close to you have amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;someone you really really love and treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that someone suddenly has no recollection of any memories&lt;br /&gt;not even a single thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every memories about you and that someone were gone&lt;br /&gt;all the times spent together&lt;br /&gt;the thick and thin that both of you have been through&lt;br /&gt;all the secrets shared&lt;br /&gt;all those wonderful memories&lt;br /&gt;those problems u've turned to&lt;br /&gt;those shoulders you cry on&lt;br /&gt;the best entertainment you ever got from someone&lt;br /&gt;the help you sought for at other than Allah&lt;br /&gt;the one that makes your life easier&lt;br /&gt;accompany you when u're lonely&lt;br /&gt;that someone who connects you to people&lt;br /&gt;and doesnt mind working hard for you&lt;br /&gt;doing multiple task without any complain&lt;br /&gt;and you only know how to take advantage of that someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at split second&lt;br /&gt;that someone met with a sudden accident of mental breakdown&lt;br /&gt;all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;went into coma for few days&lt;br /&gt;and when he/she wakes up&lt;br /&gt;he/she has amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that someone suddenly became a stranger to you&lt;br /&gt;no recollection of memories of you&lt;br /&gt;you dont feel like talking to that person anymore&lt;br /&gt;you dont even wanna meet that person if you can&lt;br /&gt;but you cant, cos you just cant abandon him/her&lt;br /&gt;and you still need that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside you miss the old of that someone&lt;br /&gt;you want to go back to the times you spent together&lt;br /&gt;you promise not to take advantage of the person anymore&lt;br /&gt;not anymore as long as that person regain his/her memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tell me,&lt;br /&gt;what would you do&lt;br /&gt;and how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing it right now&lt;br /&gt;and feeling rather devastated about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that someone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lappie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I know you might think its not the same.&lt;br /&gt;but I cant help thinking my lappie has amnesia&lt;br /&gt;and might&lt;br /&gt;i say MIGHT&lt;br /&gt;only regain his memories after a very expensive surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it depends on me&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;or should I just let those memories go and create new ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sick of putting a strong front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont know how much I miss you darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115997944630007600?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115997944630007600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115997944630007600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115997944630007600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115997944630007600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/10/amnesia.html' title='amnesia'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115964205005798948</id><published>2006-09-30T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:47:30.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when in Rome....</title><content type='html'>I have a new dream&lt;br /&gt;-inspired by Gemma Townley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new dream is to go to Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and over there...&lt;br /&gt;I wish to ride a vespa&lt;br /&gt;wearing a beautiful dress&lt;br /&gt;and stilettos&lt;br /&gt;and oversized sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;and a flowery scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the book "when in Rome.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/n174355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I'll roam the city of Rome&lt;br /&gt;admire the culture (if there's any)&lt;br /&gt;and of course the artifacts&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the surrounding arts&lt;br /&gt;go to the museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe drop by all the designer boutiques there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard thats where most well known designers come from&lt;br /&gt;and most of the designer boutiques can be found there&lt;br /&gt;(not that I'm gonna buy any, I hope not...) anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naz told me that Rome is a very expensive place&lt;br /&gt;cos they use Euro dollars&lt;br /&gt;(is it the same as pounds and pence? naz doubt so)&lt;br /&gt;and the police uniform are even designed by Armani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go to Rome&lt;br /&gt;ride the vespa&lt;br /&gt;and see the policemen&lt;br /&gt;hah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard Rome is a very romantic place&lt;br /&gt;Rome-romantic..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i guess the word 'romantic' came from 'rome'&lt;br /&gt;Rome is a nice place to have romantic candlelit dinner&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe,&lt;br /&gt;just what I like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SLAP*SLAP*&lt;br /&gt;i better stop this fantasy and come back to reality&lt;br /&gt;accept the fact that my lappie just crashed&lt;br /&gt;had to change the hard disk&lt;br /&gt;and lost all data&lt;br /&gt;and the only way to get back all data&lt;br /&gt;is to go to a recovery point centre&lt;br /&gt;and cost me a bomb&lt;br /&gt;nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;in addition to all that,&lt;br /&gt;I just had to reformat my home pc&lt;br /&gt;lost data in C drive a&lt;br /&gt;and my audio codec is missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;the test of Ramadhan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"InnAllaha maa'ss soobirriin"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115964205005798948?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115964205005798948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115964205005798948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115964205005798948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115964205005798948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-in-rome.html' title='when in Rome....'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115905235470891143</id><published>2006-09-23T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:01:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Salaaam to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of being sick of other people&lt;br /&gt;enough of being mad at some stupid bloke&lt;br /&gt;enough of having doubtful feelings&lt;br /&gt;enough of anything thats just so sicko&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entertaining any of that anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now there's always a new thing to look forward to each day&lt;br /&gt;something at least very meaningful&lt;br /&gt;although it can be the same everyday for the whole month&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;the ninth month of the Islamic Calendar&lt;br /&gt;a very blessed blessed month to all the Muslims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme just ask something before I start to talk again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know what is man's greatest enemy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not their business rival&lt;br /&gt;its not someone who kills their loved ones&lt;br /&gt;its not that someone who cheats on them&lt;br /&gt;its not some alien or monster trying to destroy the world&lt;br /&gt;its not really Syaitan who swore to Allah to bring us to hell with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 'Human Temptations' or Hawa Nafsu&lt;br /&gt;their own temptations, their own hawa nafsu&lt;br /&gt;towards&lt;br /&gt;wealth&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;and etc&lt;br /&gt;or simply put, the luxury of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, thank God for that we have Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;a month to challenge and put us all to test&lt;br /&gt;and curb all the wonderful temptations of life,&lt;br /&gt;a time of inner reflection&lt;br /&gt;learning of self control&lt;br /&gt;coming closer to Allah&lt;br /&gt;a time of intensive worship&lt;br /&gt;reading of the Quran&lt;br /&gt;puryfying one's behaviour&lt;br /&gt;doing good deeds&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on an on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that we cant do all those in any other days&lt;br /&gt;in fact we have to do in any other days&lt;br /&gt;just that its different for Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;cos its just a blessed month&lt;br /&gt;a very rewarding month&lt;br /&gt;a month Muslims around the world should grab the oppurtunity&lt;br /&gt;especially on 'Lailatul Qadar'&lt;br /&gt;a night better than a 1000 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan is an opportunity to gain by giving up,&lt;br /&gt;to prosper by going without and&lt;br /&gt;to grow stronger by enduring weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you look at it,&lt;br /&gt;by fasting&lt;br /&gt;we're actually experiencing hunger&lt;br /&gt;so that we can realise how fortunate we are&lt;br /&gt;and develop sympathy for those who are less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;become more appreciative of Allah's bounties&lt;br /&gt;its good for the health&lt;br /&gt;its puts your stomach to rest&lt;br /&gt;and provides a break in the cycle of rigid habits or overindulgence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah&lt;br /&gt;Allah is so wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the most of this Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;and hope you muslims will make the most out of it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Muslims around the world,&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan Mubarak to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy sahur&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt;, happy fast&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt;, happy iftar&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt; and happy ibadat&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you all the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is a month of&lt;br /&gt;see no evil&lt;br /&gt;speak no evil&lt;br /&gt;hear no evil&lt;br /&gt;think no evil&lt;br /&gt;and do no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;and of cos more to that lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;i can never make my post shorter&lt;br /&gt;hahahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'll end this post with another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salaaam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115905235470891143?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115886632295040485</id><published>2006-09-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:18:43.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming with Anger ---- once again</title><content type='html'>I'm just getting over with my anger towards my school&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;a stupid chinese bloke made me real mad just now&lt;br /&gt;and I'm saying this again&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the world is reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT STUPID CHINESE BLOKE HAS NO BRAINS AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, maybe pig brain in his freakin head&lt;br /&gt;guess, even pigs cud be smarter than him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before u continue reading,&lt;br /&gt;think twice,&lt;br /&gt;its a freaking long post&lt;br /&gt;full of rattlings&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this because I was just angry&lt;br /&gt;not because I want all of u to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but feel free to read anyway&lt;br /&gt;and share my woes&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;(i know 'woes' is not the correct word but who cares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;know what that &lt;strong&gt;STUPID BLOKE&lt;/strong&gt; did?&lt;br /&gt;he parked his lorry infront of my dad's car&lt;br /&gt;that the car cud not even go out from the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;when there were spaces for him to park a lil behind&lt;br /&gt;so as not to block my dad's car&lt;br /&gt;so damn inconsiderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you will agree with me if I say he has &lt;strong&gt;no BRAINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we waited maybe more than half-an-hour for him to come back to his lorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad&lt;br /&gt;but decided to keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;no point being cool&lt;br /&gt;cos he gave us that stucked up look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum told me to ask him why he parked that way&lt;br /&gt;and I asked him nicely OK, I repeat,&lt;strong&gt; NICELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"why did you park your lorry that way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what he answered?&lt;br /&gt;he shouted, yelled and screamed at me&lt;br /&gt;at the same time being mad saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm coming what! you cannot wait ar? I just tapao my food only?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yah rite, nobody takes 30 mins to get one takeaway food-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thats not the case&lt;br /&gt;instead of saying sorry and being apologetic&lt;br /&gt;he actually yelled at me as if I was in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;ok, and that time, I swear I can feel my blood rushed up&lt;br /&gt;I cant hold back anymore&lt;br /&gt;and actually said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"why didnt u use your brain, u parked that way and blocked my car when u can actually park a lil bit behind!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I made him even madder&lt;br /&gt;and so I was right&lt;br /&gt;he yelled at me again saying my dad never taught me&lt;br /&gt;I still remember him saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"YOU SAID I GOT NO BRAIN AH, YOU THINK I LIKE, YOUR FATHER NEVER TEACH YOU AR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;what has it got to do with my dad teaching me not to say people has no brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess anyone wud say it&lt;br /&gt;am I right to say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YES YOU GOT NO BRAIN!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that came out from my mouth really loud after being totally pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad saw the fight between us and told him to move his lorry fast&lt;br /&gt;cos we still need to fetch my sis that was waiting alone at the bustop&lt;br /&gt;but what he did?&lt;br /&gt;he pushed and pulled my dad asking why he never teach his daughter&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, that STUPID BLOKE was referring to SMARTY ASS ME&lt;br /&gt;and luckily, my smarty ass dad said that its true that he has no brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh at that moment i never felt the most urge to kick someones's ass&lt;br /&gt;when I came over to him and scold him back&lt;br /&gt;he actually cussed me ok&lt;br /&gt;some chinese hokkien cussing&lt;br /&gt;"@#$%^&amp;&amp;amp;^%&amp;*()*&amp;amp; BITCH"&lt;br /&gt;hah! I only understand the word bitch&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to slap him but just snapped his hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cuss him back but realised I dunno how to&lt;br /&gt;(my cussing vocab is real bad)&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking wat to cuss him actually&lt;br /&gt;and when I finally got the right word to use&lt;br /&gt;it was a lil bit to late&lt;br /&gt;but i still said "Ass****" under my breath&lt;br /&gt;(not being timid here but its not good to let our parents hear us cussing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few of my silat friends happened to be there&lt;br /&gt;trying to resolve the situation&lt;br /&gt;sigh,I tot they're gonna help me beat him up&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;that STUPID BLOKE CUM JERK actually&lt;br /&gt;got the cheek to demand an &lt;strong&gt;apology&lt;/strong&gt; from me for saying that he &lt;strong&gt;HAS NO BRAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not in a million years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and over my dead body am I going to apologize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;but dad and ma silat peeps told me to&lt;br /&gt;so that we can resolve it fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, I shouldnt have agreed&lt;br /&gt;its the most humiliating thing I ever did this year&lt;br /&gt;and they even made me say it nicely&lt;br /&gt;for once I was being a lil stupid there&lt;br /&gt;but still its not even 1% of that STUPID BLOKE CUM JERK stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we moved off after that&lt;br /&gt;me, my parents, all of us were very pissed&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of taking him to court&lt;br /&gt;for slandering me in public&lt;br /&gt;or parking illegally&lt;br /&gt;or whatever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, can I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that good with how the law works&lt;br /&gt;hmm,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll ask Adel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit scared here&lt;br /&gt;he might send his gang to beat me up or even kill me&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true i know silat&lt;br /&gt;but its always better to be safe than sorry right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i'm still gonna lodge a complain&lt;br /&gt;to his workplace&lt;br /&gt;he looks like those who came out from the prison&lt;br /&gt;but he never even freakin cared to repent&lt;br /&gt;this kind of people&lt;br /&gt;dont deserve our yellow ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a singaporean?!&lt;br /&gt;the governement effort has gone to waste&lt;br /&gt;so much for teaching 'stupid singaporean' aka STUPID BLOKE to be&lt;br /&gt;courteous and considerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;I was like a gangsta just now&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;a tudung gangsta picking a fight&lt;br /&gt;even my silat peeps were shocked by my never done actions&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, this post is freakin long&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;but it feels good to let it out&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115877517003068422</id><published>2006-09-20T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:59:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 peratus bahasa melayu</title><content type='html'>seperti yang telah dijanjikan&lt;br /&gt;pos yang seterusnya haruslah pos yang mengandungi 100% Bahasa Melayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun payah rasanya&lt;br /&gt;kerana sekian lama tidak menggunakan bahasa melayu dengan betul&lt;br /&gt;akan aku tetap kotakan janjiku&lt;br /&gt;dan cuba sedaya upaya untuk menulis sesuatu yang menghasilkan manfaat&lt;br /&gt;bagi diri kita sendiri atau sesama kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan aku menulis dengan menggunakan 100% peratus bahasa melayu ini&lt;br /&gt;adalah kerana aku tidak mahu melupakan bahasa ibundaku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;bahasa turun temurun yang telah diturunkan oleh nenek moyang kita&lt;br /&gt;walaupun hari-hari bertuturan bahasa melayu,&lt;br /&gt;sedihnya, ada bahasa asing yang dicampur adukkan dalam perbualan seharian kita&lt;br /&gt;atau kalau tidak itu, melayu 'pasar' yang digunakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin hari pula, semakin kurang anak melayu kita&lt;br /&gt;yang tidak mahir dengan bahasa ibundanya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;kadang kala pula, naik meluat rasanya bila seseorang anak melayu itu&lt;br /&gt;sengaja tidak mahu gunakan bahasa melayu dengan alasan&lt;br /&gt;-tidak keren&lt;br /&gt;-tidak biasa&lt;br /&gt;-bahasa kolot&lt;br /&gt;dan lain-lain lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga, kadangkala meluat dengan diriku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;kerana lebih mengagung-agung kan bahasa lain&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan bahasa ibunda sendiri&lt;br /&gt;masih belom fasih dan mahir aku gunakan&lt;br /&gt;Aduh...sungguh memalukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga dengan kata-kataku yang sedikit ini&lt;br /&gt;dapat membuka minda kita&lt;br /&gt;dan fikirkan apa yang wajar kita lakukan&lt;br /&gt;agar apa yang telah diturunkan&lt;br /&gt;bukanlah dengan sia-sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus terang ku katakan&lt;br /&gt;amat payah sekali menulis/menaip pos ini&lt;br /&gt;dan jika guru bahasa melayuku membaca&lt;br /&gt;pasti dia akan duduk tertawa dan malu dengan kesalahan&lt;br /&gt;yang telah anak muridnya lakukan semasa menulis/menaip pos ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hingga disini sajalah&lt;br /&gt;kata-kata ku akan berakhir&lt;br /&gt;sekian&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih kerana membacaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115877517003068422?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115877517003068422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title simply says:&lt;br /&gt;"your language you converse/use  indicates your race"&lt;br /&gt;(a very famous malay quote that've been used for ages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and prolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finer you use your language, the more refined you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I dont use that 'fine' language, but I'm always trying to refrain from&lt;br /&gt;vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I've been bloggin in english&lt;br /&gt;(ok, maybe not so good english)&lt;br /&gt;i hope I'm not giving the impression that my race is Caucasian&lt;br /&gt;*ok thats silly when I dont look like one, and I'm not hoping to be one either*&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, a lot of people blog in english&lt;br /&gt;its so called an 'International language' what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my race&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my roots&lt;br /&gt;and hell, I love my language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;I think malays are getting confused over their races&lt;br /&gt;I was initially, and still  am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people say, whats my race?&lt;br /&gt;or "kamu orang apa?"&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm javanese "aku orang jawa"&lt;br /&gt;refusing to admit that I'm a malay thinking I wasnt one&lt;br /&gt;truth is, javanese are malay&lt;br /&gt;(i think, still need to be corrected and assured on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javanese are people who lives in Java Island&lt;br /&gt;an island in Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;(eg: Jakarta, jogja, surabaya and etc&lt;br /&gt;apparently, those on the west of java are more of "Sundanese")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Malay are a diverse group of Austronesian peoples inhabiting the Malay archipelago and Malay peninsula in Southeast Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They constitute the dominant ethnic group in Malaysia, Indonesia, Brunei, the Philippines, the Pattani region of Thailand and East Timor, which together with Singapore make up what is called the Malay archipelago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside this area, Malay people inhabit Palau, Guam and the Northern Marianas, most of Madagascar, and the Cham areas of Cambodia, Vietnam, and Hainan Island (the remnants of the Champa kingdom which covered central and southern Vietnam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;source: wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah rite,&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it,&lt;br /&gt;I dont live in Java or Indonesia at that&lt;br /&gt;so I cant really be called Javanese&lt;br /&gt;its just my roots&lt;br /&gt;my great great grandparents were Javanese&lt;br /&gt;the javanese language arent exactly language&lt;br /&gt;its a dialect&lt;br /&gt;Javanese arent really a race&lt;br /&gt;its more of an ethnic group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;am I  right to say all that?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh all this are too confusing for me&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we still use the term javanese to describe our own race&lt;br /&gt;maybe because Malay is too generic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nowadays we have malay identifying themselves as&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Javanese&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Boyanese&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Bugis&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Sundanese&lt;br /&gt;I'm a such and such&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah, we might look a lil different from each other&lt;br /&gt;but we're still Malay&lt;br /&gt;we're part of Malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I right once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again&lt;br /&gt;its still a good thing to look at where we come from&lt;br /&gt;our origins&lt;br /&gt;our roots&lt;br /&gt;our culture&lt;br /&gt;and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally&lt;br /&gt;i like being known as a javanese&lt;br /&gt;more than a malay&lt;br /&gt;although it doesnt make much difference&lt;br /&gt;except in our physical looks or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;(my friends said I look so typical javanese, lol, and if you wanna know how a javanese girl looks like, then look at me, lolrotf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I joke around saying I'm mixed&lt;br /&gt;or 'Kacukan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's some truth in it&lt;br /&gt;although its a lil ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;my mum's side,&lt;br /&gt;they are boyanese&lt;br /&gt;but recently I gotta know that&lt;br /&gt;my late grandfather (Mama's dad)&lt;br /&gt;is kind of a sailor who came to Bawean Island and lives there&lt;br /&gt;he has this title 'Rama' which apparently Papa said is a Javanese royal title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all I know, late Grandad, cud have been a javanese&lt;br /&gt;but then a again&lt;br /&gt;he's a 'sailor' and travels from places to places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, I cud never know&lt;br /&gt;how I wish he's still alive so I can ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this again&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be a Javanese&lt;br /&gt;or Malay *whatever*&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why some javanese/malay here in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;are not proud of their ethnicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why arent they like the Arabs here in Singapore who are so proud of their ethnicity?&lt;br /&gt;you see, I'm not trying to discriminate anyone from any ethnic groups here&lt;br /&gt;but the Arabs in SINGAPORE are so proud of their ethnicity&lt;br /&gt;and that makes some of them being PROUD (gosh, that really pissed me sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;when most of them cant really speak Arabic&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and ironically, some of them speak better malay then the malays here.&lt;br /&gt;just like some malays here speak better arabic then the Arabs here&lt;br /&gt;hahs&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about Arabs in other countries tho&lt;br /&gt;except a few I knew&lt;br /&gt;*cough * cough*&lt;br /&gt;and so far I think they're just amazing people&lt;br /&gt;based on their characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, why am I even talking about the Arabs?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;a lil bit off side track&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause I was sent to an Arabic, Islamic School for 11 years&lt;br /&gt;and had some Singaporean Arabs friends from the same school as well as other Arab Schools&lt;br /&gt;but tell you what&lt;br /&gt;11 years there and ....&lt;br /&gt;my arabic still sucks&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english sucks too&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;and my malay&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;although I attained a distinction for my Malay paper&lt;br /&gt;my malay is still hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lousy with languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next post is gonna be 100% malay&lt;br /&gt;(phew, thats gonna be tough)&lt;br /&gt;but I'm quite excited about it&lt;br /&gt;its been quite long since I write something decent in Malay&lt;br /&gt;say about 3 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akan ku gunakan bahasa ibundaku agar ia menunjukkan bangsaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheyba&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before I end this topic&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered what Papa told me before&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather amusing&lt;br /&gt;and its related to what I was talking about earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa once asked his late Granny what our (reffering to papa and Gran) race is?&lt;br /&gt;as In "Nenek, kita orang apa?"&lt;br /&gt;and she simply answered&lt;br /&gt;"we are singaporeans lah"&lt;br /&gt;-ifyouknowwhatshemeans-&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;lolrotf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MashaAllah&lt;br /&gt;this is such a long post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, fair enough since I havent been updating for few days already&lt;br /&gt;heeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaaaaamun Alaik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115869135970355563?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115834423965089608</id><published>2006-09-16T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:17:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 winks already then back to 1 again</title><content type='html'>somebody&lt;br /&gt;knock me down hard please&lt;br /&gt;and yes, I mean it&lt;br /&gt;make it real hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or,&lt;br /&gt;should i pop pills instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just bore me to death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any better suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eveything doesnt seem to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from reading Reader's Digest&lt;br /&gt;to listening stupid slow 'lullaby' songs&lt;br /&gt;to drinking milk&lt;br /&gt;to staring at the ceiling the whole night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of it actually works for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard to sleep since yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i'm desperate for my 40 winks&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm tired physically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brains not functioning properly&lt;br /&gt;and my body running out of energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i had my first few winks&lt;br /&gt;hmm, say about an hour&lt;br /&gt;and thats like 10 winks&lt;br /&gt;then naz called and wake me up saying she's already on her way to my house to do our stupid project&lt;br /&gt;so had no choice but to get my ass of my bed&lt;br /&gt;and start doing our thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left after abt 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;and thought that maybe i could carry on with my remaining 30 winks&lt;br /&gt;and so i gave a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my 11th wink, my 12th, my 13th&lt;br /&gt;and tadaaa!&lt;br /&gt;mum woke me up to do Asar with her&lt;br /&gt;its barely 15 mins and I had to wake up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that I cant sleep cause my whole body is aching&lt;br /&gt;courtesy from gym again and of course jessica alba&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;so had a chat with mum&lt;br /&gt;i was talking about my studies&lt;br /&gt;then she went about rattling about religion and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she was done&lt;br /&gt;i just lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling again&lt;br /&gt;cos I'm still shot of about 17 winks&lt;br /&gt;ok, so the first few winks were successful&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis intan waked me up cos its already maghrib&lt;br /&gt;and I should break my fast&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;i wud rather sleep than eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, I'm still left with about 10 winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant carry on sleeping cos had to go training&lt;br /&gt;but managed to get another 3 winks in dad's car while on the way home from training&lt;br /&gt;he waked me up when we reached home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how I wish he didnt&lt;br /&gt;cos it was nice to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, to cut it short and make things simpler&lt;br /&gt;in that day&lt;br /&gt;i only got about 3 out of 24 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is that&lt;br /&gt;this sleeping disorder&lt;br /&gt;is chronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still havent sleep yet&lt;br /&gt;and its killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what went wrong actually?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115834423965089608?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115834423965089608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115834423965089608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have been giving me all these insecurities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have a mental breakdown soon&lt;br /&gt;somebody please call 995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its bad&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling&lt;br /&gt;its giving me insomnia&lt;br /&gt;and making me lose appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is in a mess&lt;br /&gt;its not working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;personal life&lt;br /&gt;to school stuffs&lt;br /&gt;to silat&lt;br /&gt;and to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come everything just sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially those faggots lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time Allah is really testing me&lt;br /&gt;and I redha towards whats he's been testing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that sometimes, when I'm finally able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i just dont wish to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted but i'm still holding on and facing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the least people around me that are close to me could kindly do is just to make me feel better and reduce the insecurity in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u feel for what i'm feeling, dont hesitate to make me feel better cause u're close enough to me to feel for what i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'm referring to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do me this favour please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Allah, please give me the strength to face everything and make things right"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe eveything is not for nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's a hikmah behind it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SubhanAllah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allahu Akbar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115809123507031205</id><published>2006-09-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:14:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just right</title><content type='html'>teoh sent me 20 award winning photographs&lt;br /&gt;boy, the photographs were amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great techniques&lt;br /&gt;perfect angle&lt;br /&gt;accurate contrast&lt;br /&gt;interesting subject&lt;br /&gt;yada yada yada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some of the award winning photographs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the photographs were just too perfect&lt;br /&gt;well maybe even beyond perfection&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think its being photoshopped at all&lt;br /&gt;(even if it was, its still superb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;its just the photography skills and the right camera&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure that was some hard work that looks easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me,&lt;br /&gt;i learnt a bit abt photography in school&lt;br /&gt;and its tough&lt;br /&gt;u need patience as well as passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i have both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;of all 20 photographs&lt;br /&gt;only one caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only photograph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;simply because&lt;br /&gt;this is the only photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that doesnt tells a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;instead, it tells few meaningful hearwarming&lt;br /&gt;thoughts and feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;our opinions and how we think might differ&lt;br /&gt;but I'm quite sure our interpretations&lt;br /&gt;would somehow be similiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again,&lt;br /&gt;maybe and maybe not&lt;br /&gt;to each of its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but deep down&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you want that as much as i want&lt;br /&gt;maybe not now&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it has happened to you&lt;br /&gt;its just,&lt;br /&gt;someday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:&lt;br /&gt;if you noticed, i use the word 'photograph' instead of 'picture'&lt;br /&gt;because 'photograph' seems more high class than 'picture'&lt;br /&gt;dont you think award winning stuffs deserve to be high class?&lt;br /&gt;so it fits &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.s: the credits/owner of the photographs is in each photo. If u cant see, i suggest u use a magnifying glass. that might help =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115809123507031205?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115809123507031205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115809123507031205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115809123507031205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115809123507031205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-right.html' title='just right'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115804629979898153</id><published>2006-09-12T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:31:39.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hikmah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;aku percaya tiada yang sia sia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;semuanya ada hikmahnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SubhanaAllah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allahu Akbar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115804629979898153?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115804629979898153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115804629979898153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115804629979898153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115804629979898153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/09/hikmah.html' title='hikmah'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115791255089033689</id><published>2006-09-10T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:36:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrathful</title><content type='html'>just when i thought of chillin from bloggin&lt;br /&gt;i had to come back here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason because&lt;br /&gt;i need a place to&lt;br /&gt;holler my anger at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger seems to be the safest place&lt;br /&gt;and its a&lt;br /&gt;practical way to vent my frustration as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this post might not be up permanently&lt;br /&gt;because its being done in a fit of anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like last time&lt;br /&gt;when a coach annoyed me&lt;br /&gt;not just that, i was totally infuriated at him&lt;br /&gt;so what i did,&lt;br /&gt;i cursed him on my blog&lt;br /&gt;1 long post full or cussing&lt;br /&gt;because i cant do anything else to him&lt;br /&gt;other than cussing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my,&lt;br /&gt;that was really bad&lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i deleted the post next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm really mad at my school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a &lt;em&gt;'brilliant'&lt;/em&gt; polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are so brilliant that they&lt;/em&gt; came up with the new condition only after we proposed our FYP proposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isnt that such a brilliant thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brainstormed the ideas like hell for our proposal&lt;br /&gt;and looking forward to doing it&lt;br /&gt;only to have you people accepted it but forbade us from doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell was that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why limit it to only multimedia specialized students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although my major is in IT Security&lt;br /&gt;multimedia is still my minor what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh,&lt;br /&gt;the idea of looking through all those stupid proposals again&lt;br /&gt;simply makes me really sick&lt;br /&gt;and having to select 3 of them is a killer&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;i have to select it by tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouts to shaun!!&lt;br /&gt;we're counting on you to contact that Santosa guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheezz&lt;br /&gt;Santaso is so close to Samosa&lt;br /&gt;i love eating samosa&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;if that santosa is not gonna let us do our project&lt;br /&gt;i'll eat him up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry, i mean I'll eat samosa untill i'm full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly samosa seems so disgusting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looks like this time round,&lt;br /&gt;there's not much cussing&lt;br /&gt;in fact&lt;br /&gt;there might not be any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My life has become the punchline for a seriously disturbed joke."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: this post has been moderated by papa so I have no choice but to edit some parts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the edited parts are in 'arial'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.s: well, no matter what, i still love my school tho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP!!! BANZAI! BANZAI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115791255089033689?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115791255089033689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115791255089033689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115791255089033689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115791255089033689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/09/wrathful.html' title='wrathful'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115765879802792350</id><published>2006-09-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:53:18.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those are the words</title><content type='html'>"malam tidak akan indah tanpa bintang&lt;br /&gt;bintang tidak akan indah tanpa kegelapan malam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;those are the words&lt;br /&gt;that came from Ustaz Ade Novli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night and stars&lt;br /&gt;interelated&lt;br /&gt;both aint beautiful without another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no night is beautiful without the shining stars&lt;br /&gt;and no stars are beautiful without the dark night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i didnt really get what he was trying to say&lt;br /&gt;but, towards the end of his speech, he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tiada pelajaran tanpa pengorbanan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he meant&lt;br /&gt;no knowlegde is gained without sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it meant something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, I thought its an exquisite and artistic way to describe&lt;br /&gt;or meant something so wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing to be surprised about&lt;br /&gt;cause he's a scholar&lt;br /&gt;someone so learned&lt;br /&gt;au fait at that&lt;br /&gt;with wise words at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was me,&lt;br /&gt;i would have described it like...&lt;br /&gt;emmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dishes is nice without salt&lt;br /&gt;no salt is nice without the dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no chocolate is nice without hazelnut&lt;br /&gt;no hazelnut is nice without chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no bubble tea is nice without the pearls&lt;br /&gt;or no pearl is nice without the bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a food scholar!&lt;br /&gt;my food words are so profound!&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115765879802792350?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115765879802792350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115765879802792350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115765879802792350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115765879802792350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/09/those-are-words.html' title='those are the words'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115758360547374376</id><published>2006-09-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:02:24.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh out loud and multiple sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/PICT0005.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things we don't want to happen&lt;br /&gt;but have to accept,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;but have to learn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people we can't live without,&lt;br /&gt;but have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost 2 weeks since i lost my fone&lt;br /&gt;the day i lost it&lt;br /&gt;was like the day someone close to me died&lt;br /&gt;(i know its a bit exaggerating, but i was really sad ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fone was the most closest gadget to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the thing i cant leave home without&lt;br /&gt;its the thing thats always beside me when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that i check every few minutes&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that snaps beautiful moments at the least expected times&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that store the tunes and rhythms i like&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that makes me stay connected most of the time&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that records voices and sounds i treasured&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that store my precious text messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that bloody idiotic pickpokecteer had to pickpocket it&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i should have been more careful lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;the KL trip would have been perfect then&lt;br /&gt;where we only&lt;br /&gt;shop,eat,sleep and laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the perfect companies&lt;br /&gt;at the most perfect times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and discover something which we ourselves didnt realise it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said I'm terribly fussy&lt;br /&gt;can u believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh maybe I am&lt;br /&gt;so good luck to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my line is back&lt;br /&gt;just when i'm getting used to life without my fone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so peeps&lt;br /&gt;i'm using the same number again&lt;br /&gt;but the number without the same fone&lt;br /&gt;is totally strange~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shop and shop and shop&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/PICT0004.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the four of us in the cinema watching Snakes on the plane...ewww...grosss&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1040429.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;more donuts please......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1040436.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kenny rogers is good without their cheesy but soggy macaroni, bland muffin, weird taste mashed potato, too much herbs pasta and a lil bit too sour coleslaw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1040425.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;streets of KL&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/PICT0046.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115758360547374376?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115758360547374376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115758360547374376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115758360547374376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115758360547374376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/09/laugh-out-loud-and-multiple-sighs.html' title='laugh out loud and multiple sighs'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115747882030409715</id><published>2006-09-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:46:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>engagement = commitment???</title><content type='html'>does engagement means commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're engaged to someone, meaning, you're commited to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is commitment to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;isnt engagement a hassle?&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;you cant really do what 'married' couples can&lt;br /&gt;-ifyouknowwhatimean-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I tell u, the malays do engagement in such a troublesome way&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure some (malay) still dont know well,&lt;br /&gt;i just got to know this year on how malay engagement is being done&lt;br /&gt;from 2 of my cuzzies and one from my friend/classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i was told that&lt;br /&gt;that wasnt the original traditional way of a malay engagement&lt;br /&gt;omg, so its worser than that lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so far we missed out the reciting of the poem&lt;br /&gt;and few other stuffs which i'm kinda unsure of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what I just knew (i might be wrong ok)&lt;br /&gt;the escort from the guy's family will come&lt;br /&gt;(except the guy itself - i seriously dunno why is that so)&lt;br /&gt;with gifts (at least about 7 gifts *rolls*) for the bride&lt;br /&gt;gifts for the bride's family engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;and i tell u,&lt;br /&gt;the escorts can be up to 30 people ok&lt;br /&gt;it can be so packed in the girl's home&lt;br /&gt;especially when houses in singapore is way too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to tradition,&lt;br /&gt;both families have to communicate in poetry&lt;br /&gt;but nowadays its always&lt;br /&gt;'straight to the point'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and normally, the representative from the girl's side will give a speech&lt;br /&gt;followed by prayer/dua'&lt;br /&gt;for my family, its always my grandad who does this kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, they deal upon the bride price (mahar)&lt;br /&gt;and the 'hantaran' (dowry)&lt;br /&gt;and of course the duration of the engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy's mum or any representative will then put on the ring onto the girl's finger&lt;br /&gt;the girl's family will then present their gifts to the guy's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reception after that&lt;br /&gt;then tadaaaa! you're engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow?&lt;br /&gt;a hassle dun u think?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;but ppl still do it perhaps cos its a joyous occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;here's something from my cuzzie's engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the girls of Karim's Family&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040363.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040363.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040356.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040356.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escorts from the guys side...can u see the gifts? I see Victoria Secret....LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040374.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gifts from the girl to the guy (seeing the bouquet of ferrero chocs made me wanna get engaged as well! lol)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1040342.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040342.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the food~ i see ayam masak merah, sambal goreng pengantin, dalca?, daging kicap. Apparently, the sambal goreng was cooked by my cuzzie who's just a year older than I am. Mum was complaining how capable she is and how uncapable i am cos i cant cook *rolls*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ouh well, she ought to be able to cook! she's engaged and i'm NOT&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040370.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope life isn't just a big joke... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;because I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115747882030409715?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115747882030409715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115747882030409715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115747882030409715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115747882030409715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/09/engagement-commitment.html' title='engagement = commitment???'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115668654281666390</id><published>2006-08-27T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T06:49:02.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/Picture0021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/Picture0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cast my heart into my rhymes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That you, in the dim coming times,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May know how my heart went with them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the red-rose-bordered hem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Butler Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you know what red roses means?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope it really means so~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115668654281666390?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115668654281666390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115668654281666390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115668654281666390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115668654281666390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/08/their-lips-were-four-red-roses-on.html' title='Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115652406810556505</id><published>2006-08-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:41:08.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/ashleysbeenkidnapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/ashleysbeenkidnapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have anyone seen her before?&lt;br /&gt;her name is Ashley Flores, 13 (yes, i know, she doesnt look like she's 13)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she's been missing for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;her mum is looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;I actually got it from an email but too lazy to forward it so I post it instead so that I wont have any guilty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, fyi, i hate chain mails&lt;br /&gt;please and pretty pretty please&lt;br /&gt;DONT SEND ME ANY CHAIN MAIL/LETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if u found or happen to see her somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;please contact the mum at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:HelpfindAshleyFlores@yahoo.com"&gt;HelpfindAshleyFlores@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing a good favour if its true afterall&lt;br /&gt;if its not,&lt;br /&gt;just take it that I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115652406810556505?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115652406810556505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115652406810556505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115652406810556505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115652406810556505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-child.html' title='missing child'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115644729409473491</id><published>2006-08-25T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:21:34.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>i have to say this&lt;br /&gt;i really have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AND GOING TO WATCH&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE WRECKED"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what it takes&lt;br /&gt;but i really have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about a girl who's really into this rockstar&lt;br /&gt;and crash the holiday resort he's going to&lt;br /&gt;and she actually found herself in a ship thats going to wreck&lt;br /&gt;or sumthin like that&lt;br /&gt;with the rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;only the 2 of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO WATCH THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although I sort of know whats gonna happen at the end&lt;br /&gt;thanks to naz for telling&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;but I'm gonna watch it&lt;br /&gt;I have to!&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: can u like figure out why i want to watch this so much?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115644729409473491?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115644729409473491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115644729409473491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115644729409473491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115644729409473491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/08/special-announcement.html' title='SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115644813055564663</id><published>2006-08-24T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:35:30.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretend</title><content type='html'>because I love to lay here lazy,&lt;br /&gt;we could close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no world outside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115644813055564663?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115644813055564663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115644813055564663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115644813055564663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115644813055564663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretend.html' title='pretend'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115644658595933316</id><published>2006-08-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:27:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cave</title><content type='html'>the cave is right in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so near but yet so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how deep is the cave?&lt;br /&gt;how far can I go in?&lt;br /&gt;what is in the cave?&lt;br /&gt;where will I end up at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two paths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one to a neverending dark journey&lt;br /&gt;smooth sailing&lt;br /&gt;but it leads to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;that can never bring you back&lt;br /&gt;except when miracle happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another&lt;br /&gt;a dark journey as well&lt;br /&gt;with obstacles&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of it&lt;br /&gt;there's an exit&lt;br /&gt;an exit towards something bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bliss it is?&lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;cos whats important&lt;br /&gt;its something blissfull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should I go into the cave?&lt;br /&gt;too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm already in&lt;br /&gt;and so far,&lt;br /&gt;I see something promising&lt;br /&gt;vaguely though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry on&lt;br /&gt;walking in and keeps walking&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking,&lt;br /&gt;it becomes even more vague&lt;br /&gt;blurry at times&lt;br /&gt;and seems like I'm not seeing it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I shouldnt have gone into the cave&lt;br /&gt;but If I dont&lt;br /&gt;I might not experience the bliss at all&lt;br /&gt;cause thats the reason why I went in&lt;br /&gt;the bliss&lt;br /&gt;that I'm waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm stucked&lt;br /&gt;right at the point&lt;br /&gt;where in front of me there are 2 paths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which path should I take&lt;br /&gt;what if I take the wrong path?&lt;br /&gt;I can never see the light again&lt;br /&gt;and be stucked in a deep dark sorrowful path&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the thing is I don't care&lt;br /&gt;at least I tried&lt;br /&gt;I took up the chances&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be confident&lt;br /&gt;I wanna think positive&lt;br /&gt;cause I have faith&lt;br /&gt;I believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;and believe him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;trying hard&lt;br /&gt;I walk and walk&lt;br /&gt;but I'm gonna get tired soon&lt;br /&gt;energy is running out within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still I see nothing&lt;br /&gt;could I have taken the wrong path?&lt;br /&gt;oh please dont&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna walk any deeper&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting scared of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly and slowly&lt;br /&gt;i almost come to a halt&lt;br /&gt;although I tried my best not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna stop soon&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how much I can stand it longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reassuring myself&lt;br /&gt;this is the correct path&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure&lt;br /&gt;although deep down&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stop&lt;br /&gt;and breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding my tears&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing&lt;br /&gt;carry on and find the bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit&lt;br /&gt;I wanna burst out&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to&lt;br /&gt;but I aint gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I could take a rest&lt;br /&gt;I sit down&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and rest my head on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the tears running down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to continue the journey&lt;br /&gt;its like&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time&lt;br /&gt;what I wish for&lt;br /&gt;my hope would come&lt;br /&gt;with a flash light&lt;br /&gt;offering his hand&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand tight&lt;br /&gt;and continue the journey with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that&lt;br /&gt;nothing else is important&lt;br /&gt;even though its the wrong path&lt;br /&gt;my hope being there&lt;br /&gt;its like fuel to an empty tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I believe&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;this hope of mine will find a way for both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;I still cant continue with the journey&lt;br /&gt;cos I'm still waiting for my hope to come&lt;br /&gt;to fill up my tank and recharge me&lt;br /&gt;and reassure me once again&lt;br /&gt;with one hand grasping mind&lt;br /&gt;and another showing the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already in the correct path&lt;br /&gt;just that&lt;br /&gt;I'm hesitating to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;till hope comes&lt;br /&gt;and gives me hope once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you thinking what I was talking about?&lt;br /&gt;its just something I'm thinking and kinda feel about something&lt;br /&gt;I am not brave at all&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the guts to say it clearly&lt;br /&gt;but I have to pen it down&lt;br /&gt;(or at least type it out *rolls*)&lt;br /&gt;if not I'll get crazy&lt;br /&gt;so I put it in words only I can understand&lt;br /&gt;you might understand it&lt;br /&gt;i know somebody will understand it&lt;br /&gt;and I appreciate it lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm telling you that&lt;br /&gt;theres gonna be an ending to it&lt;br /&gt;when the time comes&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you if I've taken the correct path&lt;br /&gt;wait till hope comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;another long post&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I hate long post&lt;br /&gt;and I havent even talked about my favourite computer games&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont wanna do this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont wanna be the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115644658595933316?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115627506482199719</id><published>2006-08-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:48:51.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loads off my mind</title><content type='html'>wee,&lt;br /&gt;i have loads and loads and loads of stuffs to write about&lt;br /&gt;and everything are still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;too many things that I dunno where to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, lemme see&lt;br /&gt;how about I announce something very important first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, people!&lt;br /&gt;I'm already having my holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;br /&gt;yipeee~&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays!&lt;br /&gt;its my term break and its 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;and i'll make sure i make use of it fruitfully&lt;br /&gt;(I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a great semester&lt;br /&gt;coping with FYP&lt;br /&gt;waking up late and rushing to school&lt;br /&gt;ponteng halfway and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;but they are always good things to do&lt;br /&gt;like having fun with the retards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days, we actually went to JB&lt;br /&gt;to shop&lt;br /&gt;and spent about 6 hours in just one mall&lt;br /&gt;6 hours I spent to get only 2 stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats in the fitting room, only retards will do that kinda stuff, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at Kenny Rogers&lt;br /&gt;and I swear thats gonna be my first and last time eating there&lt;br /&gt;i ordered a meal set(chicken, mash potato, coleslaw, cheese macaroni)&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, I only ate the chicken&lt;br /&gt;gosh, the rest all taste weird&lt;br /&gt;the retards ate everything though&lt;br /&gt;either I'm already full, or I'm just fussy&lt;br /&gt;or cos they are special retards&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on of those days too,&lt;br /&gt;I and the retards&lt;br /&gt;we went out to chill at the esplanade&lt;br /&gt;and see local band playing&lt;br /&gt;the music was good&lt;br /&gt;they sound even better than the Singapore Idols&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the Esplanade, by the Singapore River, thanx Nic for taking this pic for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, we went shopping&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;lol, got few stuffs&lt;br /&gt;and really wanna get more&lt;br /&gt;i hope money can come falling down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;so that I can shop for more things&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040258.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of school&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we took pictures&lt;br /&gt;with our facilitator/tutor&lt;br /&gt;(whatever u wanna call them)&lt;br /&gt;some class madness going on&lt;br /&gt;we had our dress theme each day&lt;br /&gt;we had 'Stripes Day'&lt;br /&gt;(I wasnt in stripes tho due to some reason like stripes can make u look fat)&lt;br /&gt;*rolls* hahas&lt;br /&gt;we had 'Cookies n Creme'&lt;br /&gt;and we had 'Strawberry Kisses' which unfortunately I was too lazy to wake up&lt;br /&gt;and it was Chriss' class, sheesh lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats friso,a dutch fac who taught me IT Security and Management, I told him to do the peace sign and he actually did it with both hands! OMG! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its the 2nd last day of class and they are still so hardworking, yah rite,harworking in playing games I shud say! *rolls*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040246.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats TekMing, he taught us Digital Security and Forensics, he's our fav btw so we gave him a cake. I'm gonna miss him &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040250.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats Alex who taught us Network Security, and if u notice, thats the 'Cookies n Creme' day!haha&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040313.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh, I missed Chriss' class. He taught me Digital Audio and Video, lol, gonna miss his craps. hahah, apparently, they all said that I'm the only one who can entertain to his nonsense hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semester is finally OVER&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;next sem, i only need to come 3 days per week for classes&lt;br /&gt;hooray!&lt;br /&gt;i can have another 2 free days to SLEEEEPPP!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know this few months....&lt;br /&gt;its BABY'S MONTH&lt;br /&gt;cos the people around me seemed to have babies these few months&lt;br /&gt;at first it was my cuzzie's lil daughter,Yazmin&lt;br /&gt;if u look few posts back&lt;br /&gt;you can see her new born pic and and I'm gonna show u how she looks now&lt;br /&gt;she looks so round and so like my cuz, i mean the father&lt;br /&gt;and I dont like it when my cuzzin told her to call me 'Aunty'&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old~&lt;br /&gt;grr &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040318.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was my new bornt cuzzin, Danish Aryan&lt;br /&gt;or something like that&lt;br /&gt;he's younger than my niece&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;but luckily he just need to call me 'kakak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly&lt;br /&gt;it was my coach Abg SYah and my instructor Kak Alya's daughter&lt;br /&gt;I swear she looks really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;big eyes like the father&lt;br /&gt;sharp nose like both the parents&lt;br /&gt;fair skin&lt;br /&gt;and she has my chin!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;oh, and her name is Nur Aqilah &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040306.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;looking at the babies suddenly makes me feel like wanna have my own babies, lol, ok,that was random, but really lah, I also want BABIES!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see what else....&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;ah, that day,went to visit my grandma and grandad&lt;br /&gt;granma looking good and healthy&lt;br /&gt;and grandad, as healthy as always&lt;br /&gt;he's tall but he's shrinking I guess&lt;br /&gt;cos thats what he told me&lt;br /&gt;and that day, he was teaching me how to wear or tie a tie&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;can u believe it?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;few times he did, I still cant get it&lt;br /&gt;my cuz also taught me how&lt;br /&gt;and I still didnt get it&lt;br /&gt;grr, I finally gave up&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I'll start learning again if my husband has to wear tie to work&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;gosh, thats tough&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncles and aunties were there&lt;br /&gt;one of my uncle annouced that her daughter is gonna get engaged this saturday&lt;br /&gt;wow!&lt;br /&gt;its like really wow!&lt;br /&gt;another joyous occasion&lt;br /&gt;and my dad suddenly said out loud&lt;br /&gt;"Dian is getting engaged as well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its clearly a JOKE&lt;br /&gt;but they actually believed it&lt;br /&gt;and all of them started to ask me with whom I'm getting engaged to&lt;br /&gt;I just gave my dad a LOOK and tell him&lt;br /&gt;"papa nak sangat ker dian tunang" as in he wants so much for me to get engaged&lt;br /&gt;he just kept laughing&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;and I had to just smile the whole night saying&lt;br /&gt;"no lah, takdelah, no such thing lah" and so on&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its not that I dont want to&lt;br /&gt;I should at least know how to cook right?&lt;br /&gt;unless my husband-to-be dont mind me cooking scrambled eggs everyday&lt;br /&gt;cos thats the only thing I'm good at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok what else?&lt;br /&gt;i know its a feakin long post lah&lt;br /&gt;just bear with it k&lt;br /&gt;its reaching an end soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to update on&lt;br /&gt;the stuffs i like the game I play&lt;br /&gt;red roses *winks*&lt;br /&gt;pernikahan SITI n Datok K's&lt;br /&gt;(grr)&lt;br /&gt;I'll save for the next post tho&lt;br /&gt;cos I just had a gym session again just now&lt;br /&gt;and my body has started to ache&lt;br /&gt;Jaq was really torturing me lah&lt;br /&gt;when I was doing the squats,&lt;br /&gt;she kept saying "LOWER LOWER"&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly UPSET&lt;br /&gt;just as I planned my vacation break to KL&lt;br /&gt;from the 28th till the 30th&lt;br /&gt;I actually have my selection trials on the same days&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better think of something&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Brain&lt;br /&gt;think of something please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s:I hope my blog doesnt really sound like an 'Online Book'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115627506482199719?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115627506482199719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115627506482199719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115627506482199719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115627506482199719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/08/loads-off-my-mind.html' title='loads off my mind'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115531619663388675</id><published>2006-08-11T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:38:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE GYMMMM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/DSC09562edited%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/DSC09562edited%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice pic? that was done specially by Anitha. Thanks a lot gerl, u rawwkkss! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm aching all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the 2 hours spent in gym lah&lt;br /&gt;now gym is going to be my next enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm left with no choice&lt;br /&gt;I need the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should put Jessica Alba's Poster in my room&lt;br /&gt;who knows, that could be a form of motivation for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a Digital Forensics Investigator&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;now that was random&lt;br /&gt;just now, I had no choice but to come to class&lt;br /&gt;since my attendance is quite poor and afraid that it might affect my grading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to class with an aching body&lt;br /&gt;luckily didnt really have to do much&lt;br /&gt;we just had practical work in the lab&lt;br /&gt;and actually got to experience being a digital forensics investigator&lt;br /&gt;its cool lor&lt;br /&gt;playing with screwdrivers,glove,torchligt, talon, cables,wires, and cameras&lt;br /&gt;as usual&lt;br /&gt;as mad and retarded as always&lt;br /&gt;we didnt use the camera to take the crime scene and evidence only&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;we actually took pictures of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy lah but fun also&lt;br /&gt;since hols approaching soon&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go KL with the girls&lt;br /&gt;lets eat and shop till we drop!!&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti and Anitha,lol, they can certainly pose well. Adel,if u're reading this, do u happen to know any good looking indians there? lol, Anitha wants to get to know them and I'm just too shy to ask u personally. hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/DSC09570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/DSC09570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting better at posing,dont u think so? wakakaka, hahaha, kekeke, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/IMG_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 retarded girls posing in the dry lab. what the hell were we up to huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/DSC09562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/DSC09562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hoping to have a decent pic of myself when another retard just showed up at the back. SYIKINNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/IMG_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/IMG_1538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and NICCC, am really looking forward to our KL trip! faster plan k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/DSC09567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/DSC09567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma lil bro is so scared of flash so I took dis pic and am showing to u all how cute and funny he looks! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know its a lil too late but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still have to say this &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY 41st BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year the celebration is like WOW&lt;br /&gt;lotsa amazing fireworks at esplanade and marina bay&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks are really pretty&lt;br /&gt;but the people's behaviour are really ugly ah&lt;br /&gt;all those jaywalking, illegal parking and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;cant escape from it I guess&lt;br /&gt;sighh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to sing again&lt;br /&gt;ok,that was another random thing&lt;br /&gt;how dare my idiotic cuzzie&lt;br /&gt;he actually laughed at me when I attempted to sing&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry for being too vain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realised I put too many of my own pics &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who cares! its my blog anyway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and dont be deceived by the pics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont look that good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I miss you loadss xxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115531619663388675?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115531619663388675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115531619663388675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115531619663388675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115531619663388675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-gymmmm.html' title='I HATE GYMMMM!!!'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115435947118441806</id><published>2006-07-31T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:07:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sigh of relief ~</title><content type='html'>in da mood to steal flowers! (oopss...i mean, pluck it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030911.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030911.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --------&lt;br /&gt;yea it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;yea it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gosh, it just cant get out of my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now looking at the stuffs below certainly makes me smile....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol, thanks a lot to the sender, i really really really love it, muahHkkz xXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee~&lt;br /&gt;i can finally heave a sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;well, for now maybe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you know, 'smile' again ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least I can breathe now&lt;br /&gt;sleep peacfully&lt;br /&gt;eat well&lt;br /&gt;and chill a bit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I've finishd my FYP and have even submitted it!&lt;br /&gt;weeee~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been losing my sleep&lt;br /&gt;not eating well&lt;br /&gt;feeling troubled all the time&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my stupid assignment lah!&lt;br /&gt;gosh, I HATE FYPPPPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now that was taken when we were behaving so retardedly, ok, just blame FYP lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to some special people&lt;br /&gt;who actually made me feel better during those stress days  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my retards gang!&lt;br /&gt;you rawkkkssss girls!&lt;br /&gt;i can never imagine having to cope staring at the screen looking at the codes the whole day without having u girls behaving retardly infront of me! lol&lt;br /&gt;lets keep up the retardness among us!&lt;br /&gt;Hail Retard! Hail Retard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030906.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hopefully shikin is not gonna be as retarded as the Goddess of Retards, Siti... lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national silat championship is over too&lt;br /&gt;Thank God~&lt;br /&gt;i bagged home 1 gold and 1 silver&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;i've also got something off my chest&lt;br /&gt;and it was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh,now what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should sleep&lt;br /&gt;i havent slept the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;my otak dah bengong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, u peeps like the song?&lt;br /&gt;thats by lily allen&lt;br /&gt;currently, she's my fav&lt;br /&gt;i like her&lt;br /&gt;i like her face&lt;br /&gt;i like her voice&lt;br /&gt;i like her lyrics&lt;br /&gt;i like her song&lt;br /&gt;i like her vid clips&lt;br /&gt;she's cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone, please enjoy 'smile' by lily allen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1040001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lastly, 'smiles' by me and mama and believe it or not, this pic is one of those with mama's best smiles! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers and adios~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115435947118441806?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115402522452229136</id><published>2006-07-27T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:33:44.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the chips fall where they may</title><content type='html'>loves me, loves me not;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided, undecided;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answered, unanswered;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will u tell me,&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;will u not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let the chips fall where they may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind has been in a whirl lately&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it goes blank&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dunno what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just stare into space&lt;br /&gt;and most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP has been driving us crazy&lt;br /&gt;all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just the thought of it makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how the malay saying goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tidur tak lena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;makan tak kenyang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mandi tak basah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had few nice times last week&lt;br /&gt;-meeting my cuzzins for bbq&lt;br /&gt;-meeting my exclassmate, rad, and had a nice dessert at Gelare&lt;br /&gt;catchin up some ole stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i miss my exclassmates&lt;br /&gt;i miss irah&lt;br /&gt;i miss ila&lt;br /&gt;i miss kinhans&lt;br /&gt;i miss rad&lt;br /&gt;i miss kinO&lt;br /&gt;i miss ima&lt;br /&gt;i miss nad&lt;br /&gt;i miss aisyah&lt;br /&gt;i miss asiah&lt;br /&gt;i miss hana&lt;br /&gt;i miss khairu&lt;br /&gt;i miss shaf&lt;br /&gt;i miss fadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u all&lt;br /&gt;but i'm dissaponited at u guys&lt;br /&gt;u all didnt turn up for most of the gatherings i made!&lt;br /&gt;bleargh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me,nuraini,naz and rad&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030892.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with ma lil cuzzins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dessert with Rad and Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trying to learn how to cook indian food, lol, I'm putting effort u know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with my lovely sibs at the beautiful esplanade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and abg chit,  my fav homies!  watchin local band playing (can u see fullerton? its shining bright behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030775.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, my FYP dateline is next monday&lt;br /&gt;plese pray for me that i can finish on time&lt;br /&gt;no glitches&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;PASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i really miss u loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115402522452229136?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115402522452229136/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>its in a mess</title><content type='html'>they~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made up the rules&lt;br /&gt;We follow them like fools&lt;br /&gt;Believe them to be true&lt;br /&gt;Don't care to think them through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;It is like this&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;We do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is ironic too&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what we tend to do&lt;br /&gt;Is act on what they say&lt;br /&gt;And then it's that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;It is like this&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;We do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are they&lt;br /&gt;And where are they&lt;br /&gt;And how can they possibly know all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;Why do we Live like this&lt;br /&gt;Is it because it is true&lt;br /&gt;That ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are they&lt;br /&gt;And where are they&lt;br /&gt;And how do they know all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;It is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'jem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115350234066872411?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115350234066872411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115350234066872411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115350234066872411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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people came to persisi&lt;br /&gt;asking whether we could accept our&lt;br /&gt;mentor cum trainer cum fellow teammate and most importantly our friend&lt;br /&gt;although he's an exconvict and was a drug addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was silly&lt;br /&gt;to accept someone based on his past&lt;br /&gt;of course we accepted him&lt;br /&gt;we love him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came in to the hall&lt;br /&gt;with his silat gear on&lt;br /&gt;face red&lt;br /&gt;and trying hard to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was almost speechless&lt;br /&gt;tears began streaming down&lt;br /&gt;as he struggled to let his words out&lt;br /&gt;he said his thanks&lt;br /&gt;our tears fell too&lt;br /&gt;everyone was in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was,&lt;br /&gt;we were on camera&lt;br /&gt;but everyone ignored&lt;br /&gt;although some had their eyeliner smudged&lt;br /&gt;and let their emotions ruled them&lt;br /&gt;including me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;a guy shouted,&lt;br /&gt;"we love you!"&lt;br /&gt;another shouted.&lt;br /&gt;"you're wonderful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all sorts of encouragement began to come out&lt;br /&gt;everyone started to laugh&lt;br /&gt;even the coaches&lt;br /&gt;even the camera crews&lt;br /&gt;all were touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its gonna be on air,&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the tears are going to make us laugh&lt;br /&gt;but I guess&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the laughs are going to make us cry&lt;br /&gt;again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel cold and warm at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;you read over the same line for the tenth time,&lt;br /&gt;your heart and thoughts somehow appear to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;a simple name conquers your whole mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you be in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;pirates of the carribbean anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115333220526563382?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115333220526563382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115333220526563382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115333220526563382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115333220526563382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/07/whered-you-go.html' title='where&apos;d you go?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115299361453762461</id><published>2006-07-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:00:14.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not true</title><content type='html'>Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,&lt;br /&gt; poke me in the ribs and cackle,&lt;br /&gt;telling me, "You're next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115299361453762461?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115299361453762461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115299361453762461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115299361453762461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115299361453762461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-true.html' title='not true'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115290110612229104</id><published>2006-07-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:18:26.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdly funny</title><content type='html'>lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I thought the kind of family I have is one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rather amusing but my family members have been bringing light to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how I bring light to their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehem ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, thats why my parents named me&lt;br /&gt;Dian Hayati&lt;br /&gt;which mean&lt;br /&gt;'light of my life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;its just funny lah&lt;br /&gt;you might not think its funny&lt;br /&gt;but its ok,&lt;br /&gt;just help me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time when I just came back from london&lt;br /&gt;at the airport&lt;br /&gt;right after sending my parents off to Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;I saw my lil 9 year old brother doing jumping jets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok doing jumping jets&lt;br /&gt;but he's doin it at the airport with so many people around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I just gave him a look&lt;br /&gt;that tells him to stop and not let him make me lose face&lt;br /&gt;then he just smiled and said&lt;br /&gt;"Kak Dian, in one day hilman kena exercise 3 times"&lt;br /&gt;translation: Kak dian, I have to exercise 3 times a day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I replied:&lt;br /&gt;"kenaper? nak kasi kempis perut eh?"&lt;br /&gt;translation: why? you wanna flatten your big belly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said again:&lt;br /&gt;"no lah, if I don't exercise 3 times a day, this thing (pointing to a white small machine clinged onto his belt) will start beeping"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Hilman with his new exercise toy, for your info, he gave up and stop using it already)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I just laugh&lt;br /&gt;I was told that the school gave him that machine to encourage the students to exercise regularly&lt;br /&gt;so kiasu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second sis is another weirdo&lt;br /&gt;everytime I go online&lt;br /&gt;I like using my lappie and sit in the living room cos its more spacious&lt;br /&gt;but there's a pc in my room which my second sis uses it to watch video&lt;br /&gt;she loves downloading those movies&lt;br /&gt;the distance from my room to the living room is only few meters&lt;br /&gt;and everytime she goes to the kitchen she will pass by me first&lt;br /&gt;but I dunno why, when she wanna talk to me, she uses msn chat&lt;br /&gt;(but of course we're on talking terms lah)&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my third sis sleeps on the sofa at the living room instead of sleeping in her room that is equipped with a comfy bed, fan, and aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fourth bro, lied using my name because he didnt wanna play soccer with his friends&lt;br /&gt;why me?&lt;br /&gt;*pengsan*&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a break...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when when when?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;competition is just over and I have performance coming up. Unfortunately its quite a big event so we have to train hard for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then there's filming again, right a day after my performance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this never stops I guess, not to mention my final&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;urghhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need a break&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;should I just follow Ayu and her guy to the movies tomorrow? its been a long time since I last watch a movie, hmm, like few months ago? and Orlando Bloom looks so hot in Pirates of the Carribbean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dun wanna play gooseberry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my coaches seem to still have jet lag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its already 2 days and they are still having it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do I still have jet lag?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;apparently,I dun really know what it means&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it says here in the encarta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fatigue and disorientation from long flight:&lt;/strong&gt; an internal physical disturbance experienced by air travelers on flights across different time zones. It affects the body’s internal clock, disrupting sleeping patterns, eating schedules, and body temperature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my sleeping patterns have been weird&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not to mention my eating schdules....not too sure about body temperature though&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyone has a thermometer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Belly tops, Flip flops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lemonade, In the shade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue skies, Hot guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late nights, Water fights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ice creams, Sweet dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bathing suits, Shootin hoops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Party time, Schools out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleepin in, Sneakin out"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cant wait for that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115290110612229104?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115290110612229104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115290110612229104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115290110612229104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115290110612229104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/07/weirdly-funny.html' title='weirdly funny'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115282375662708213</id><published>2006-07-14T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:49:16.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>Salaam,&lt;br /&gt;Peace be upon u all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you guys doin?&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whhhot? &lt;have&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"whhhot? &lt;have&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"whhhot? &lt;have&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"oOookkkkeeyy...."&lt;br /&gt;"yeeaahhh"&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok whatever, juz entertainin myself*&lt;br /&gt;thanks to bang usop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, thank God I've safely reached home&lt;br /&gt;the journey,&lt;br /&gt;the long hours flight,&lt;br /&gt;the mission,&lt;br /&gt;the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;the experience,&lt;br /&gt;the encounter&lt;br /&gt;the competition&lt;br /&gt;everything was fruitful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm going to warn u&lt;br /&gt;this post is going to be freakin long&lt;br /&gt;with freakin lotsa pictures&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin it&lt;br /&gt;appreciate me and read bitz of it&lt;br /&gt;cos its one of the most wonderful thing ever happened to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to London was super nice&lt;br /&gt;was there for 2nd UK Open C'ship 2006&lt;br /&gt;I love...&lt;br /&gt;the place,&lt;br /&gt;the UK team,&lt;br /&gt;the weather,&lt;br /&gt;the starbucks coffee&lt;br /&gt;and many many other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes my journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th July 2006, thursday, 8am S'pore time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the whole team were set to go, about 35 of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking Malaysia Airlines &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I actually stole the pillow and blanket, sshhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;transit at KL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and 12 hours long flight to Heathrow Airport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my beloved family sent me off at the airport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;including my aunts,uncle and cuzzies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lovely*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the journey was tiring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant get to sleep at all in the plane, very uncomfortable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M'sia team was with us in the plane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saiful(m'sia pesilat) whom I got to know from previous comp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was sitting right in front of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the more I cant get to sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hehs*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030418.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th July 2006,thursday, abt 4pm London time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reached Heathrow Airport &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt the breeze, totally different from S'pore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice, cooling with the sun shining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet summer I thought...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030444.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bang Irfan, Pak Adinal and Thom picked us up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;such nice peeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was rather amused with the bus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no aircon, so initially it was stuffy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as soon as it moves, we started to feel the refreshing breeze again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pleasant feeling I thought...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030447.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we headed off to Brunel Uni which is at Uxbridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was told that &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;its at the far end away from the city&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, the place is still amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rooms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the location&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the cooling breeze again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mashaAllah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonderful I thought....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Londonn'd 7-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saw the indos athletes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those were damn good&lt;/em&gt; ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;most of them are indo's best players&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its gonna be a very tough competition for us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phew~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I got jet laag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as soon as i settled down in my room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel so shack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to sleep when I saw the bed calling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although it was only about 6pm london time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was flat asleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was then woken up by my hunger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wasnt sure of the exact time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all I know was that its not that dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its dusk to be exact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaaded straight to the kitchen and have my dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oops, I havent done my Maghrib and Isya'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stopped eating and sms sohaib to ask him the exact time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;surprisingly, he replied "3:38am"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gotta be kidding man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its already subh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quickly and panickly I called dad for missing my prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didnt know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he just told me to perform the prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope Allah forgives me~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continued with my dinner by my window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant get back to sleep later on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its hard adjusting my sleeping time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so decided to walk around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked out of the room in my pink pyjamas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my team jacket on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my nerdy glasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;and&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rolls*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its cold out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there was no one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;most of the people were sound asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was semi deserted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I continue to walk and got attracted by the leaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;subhanallah, such beautiful leaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looks like maple and even like a clover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I picked one and because of the chill outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I decided to headed back to my room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was that Sohaib whom I just saw in the kitchen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he looked like Sohaib and was smiling at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th July, friday, 8am London time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its breakfast soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after the long sleep i feel refresh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;had cereal then off we went to the hall &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice hall, nice ventilation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;weighin took place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we helped out a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the opening of the C'ship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;training was in the afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was then informed that we're playing tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosh that was fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and after being ultimately ready&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our category was postponed to tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to those sarawaks bimbs lah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030496.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th July 2006, Saturday, 10am london time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after breakfast, straight to the hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my category was after lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some won some lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its part and parcel of a competition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as for us, we got bronze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was a lil dissapointed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then again, we did and performed our best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate my makeup for the competition though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too thick, too blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yeah, was a pain in the arse putting it on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we dun have a choice,do we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th July 2006, Sunday, 10am london time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the finals, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prize presentation day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the closing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Splendid performance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a very warm closing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a time to take lotsa pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after the closing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another event going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another finals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fifa world cup Italy vs France&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we watched it at the canteen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that was packed with Italian supporters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I-TALIA, I-TALIA" they shouted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I was all along, quietly rooting for France to win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go Zizzou! Go!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;apparently something happened and France lost by penalty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouww&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those Italians went crazy after their victory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with some of them started to strip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the hell were they tryna do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so ignoring them while cheering together with them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we headed back to our dorm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the guys all started to play football&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still football fever goin on I guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had to take care of rifdi's stuffs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he didnt allow me to go back to my room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;untill he finish playin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did he even know how cold it was?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zainab even told us that it cud be less than 10degrees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, for goodness sake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while waiting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chatted with sohaib for awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he reminded me of my morrocan teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes sohaib, the way u talk and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you sounded just like my teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw, hope u're having fun in Egypt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then with some others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pak Arif &lt;misses&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adel &lt;lovely&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zainab&lt;miss&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and some others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mostly the uk team peeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they were a sweet bunch of people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love their company&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adel was being most sweet and gentleman though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;letting me wore his jacket and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i'm starting to miss u~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zainab said Adel's a charmer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I guess thats what a charmer always does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th July, Monday, 10 am:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;competition finally over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my skin has started to get dry and peeling a lil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it was time for us to have a lil fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just that the next time we come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lip balm and mosturizer is a must to bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walked all the way to the station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was freakin far &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;took the tube&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;went to hyde park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(freakin big lar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the palace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did we go to trafalgar square?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we did go to a spot with lotsa pigeons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we went to Tocadero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then there was the Planet Hollywood Shop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard Rock..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030641.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finally we took the tube and walked a long way again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hannah's nice cosy house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had a very nice dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although it was tiring, its still fun though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to the UK guys for bringin us around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to Adel for the jacket as well as the company&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th July, Tuesday, 1 pm london time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time for us to pack and ready to go back home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we still have some time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so they took us to Windsor Castle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a very beautiful place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view was breathtaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the time given to us was limited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too big the place yet too little time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't get to walk around that much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to the choc drink that spilled in my bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my only regret was not being able to have the company i wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and also not able to ride the ferris wheel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which I desperately wanted to ride on since last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;next time maybe since someone has promised me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm holding on to that ok ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was really sad leaving london and everything there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really really sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/1600/P1030736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1030736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th July, Wednesday, 4:45pm s'pore time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally reached home&lt;br /&gt;back in singapore&lt;br /&gt;able to meet my parents for a lil while only&lt;br /&gt;cos at about 6pm, they are flying off to Jakarta for a conference&lt;br /&gt;good lah&lt;br /&gt;I just reached home and they are leaving me&lt;br /&gt;I miss u mama&lt;br /&gt;I miss u papa&lt;br /&gt;come back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep at night cos used to the london sleeping time already&lt;br /&gt;but yet I still feel tired, just that I cant get back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;dunno why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th July, Thursday, 7 am in the morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very tired&lt;br /&gt;had to go for class cos I cant afford to miss it again&lt;br /&gt;yet I still dozed off in class&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not,&lt;br /&gt;I even dozed off during training&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i need a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;yet now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the 14th July, Friday, 2:40am in the morning,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this freaking long blog.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah, Bless me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115282375662708213?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115282375662708213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115282375662708213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115282375662708213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115282375662708213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/07/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115203396308120127</id><published>2006-07-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:26:03.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was it just a wishful thinking on my part?</title><content type='html'>tiring day today,&lt;br /&gt;went for 2 classes in the morning&lt;br /&gt;then headed off to Malay Heritage Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a filming there&lt;br /&gt;(gosh, we were like superstars lor)&lt;br /&gt;but damn tiring&lt;br /&gt;from 1pm till almost 8pm&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;we actually worked with the parkour team from London&lt;br /&gt;they are called 'Tracers' or something like that ar&lt;br /&gt;we didnt actually get to experience impressive stunts by them&lt;br /&gt;you know, like the one in yamakasi&lt;br /&gt;but they were good lah&lt;br /&gt;and cute too,&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(looking forward to our chillin tomorrow evening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sshhhhsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, its not gonna be aired here in singapore&lt;br /&gt;one of the crew said its gonna be aired in the US (wow, macam betul jer)&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;but its good to know that silat is going to be exposed there&lt;br /&gt;"Hidup Silat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the "Tracers", gosh their arms are super-toned and super strong sey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and one of the "Tracers", Yuesoff aka Asid, a british-turk (btw, he looks better in real life)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0209.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the Tracers and Pesilats combining force ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally going to be away&lt;br /&gt;not on a vacation&lt;br /&gt;but on a mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mission possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to read this entry&lt;br /&gt;(and even like reading my blog)&lt;br /&gt;you can always take your time reading it&lt;br /&gt;cos, i'm not updating it&lt;br /&gt;any sooner than next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to london this thursday&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to be departing on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;but due to unforseen circumstances&lt;br /&gt;its been changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damnit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be off early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and frankly, I dunno how I'm going to survive the long hours flight&lt;br /&gt;Allah hafidz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some messages i'm leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my beloved family...&lt;br /&gt;mama- I'm gonna miss your love, hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;same goes to papa- I'm gonna miss your snoring and nagging&lt;br /&gt;intan - sorry I have to go on your birthday, I'll try to get u something. Strive on and keep dieting hor.&lt;br /&gt;Izy - make the bed everyday and dun wear my clothes!&lt;br /&gt;hanif - sorry I also have to miss your birthday but will try to get u something as well&lt;br /&gt;hilman - I'm gonna miss your cuddles and massage especially, love u baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my aunts, uncles, nenek, datuk, cuzzies....&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the support, appreciate it lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear friends who wish to send me off at the airport&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it and that was sweet of you people&lt;br /&gt;but I also understand that you have classes&lt;br /&gt;and its fine with me cos its the thought that counts&lt;br /&gt;so dun feel bad if u all cant send me off&lt;br /&gt;but if u all still sending me off,&lt;br /&gt;its not so bad to pon once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;and thanks!&lt;br /&gt;ouh, and yes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you all so much too!&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss our crapping session in between breaks at the cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to naz,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVVVVEEEEE the shoooeeee!&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me such a beautiful shoe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i will cut the strap soon&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let the shoe touch the english soil&lt;br /&gt;and let everyone see how beautiful it is&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my baby fats,&lt;br /&gt;will you go away after i come back&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of you fatty idiots&lt;br /&gt;sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my facilitators, or lecturers or teachers or whatever u wanna be called,&lt;br /&gt;sorry to miss your lessons&lt;br /&gt;please give me a good grade when i come back please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my comrades,&lt;br /&gt;lets strive on and&lt;br /&gt;perform the very best we can!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we can have a lil fun at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifyouknowwhatimean-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;all you dearies, family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;a favour from me wud be&lt;br /&gt;your prayers for my safety, well being and achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss u all loads&lt;br /&gt;dun forget to miss me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;although i will only be away for a week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long everyone!&lt;br /&gt;daaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115203396308120127?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115203396308120127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115203396308120127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115203396308120127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115203396308120127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/07/was-it-just-wishful-thinking-on-my.html' title='was it just a wishful thinking on my part?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115165610560612971</id><published>2006-06-30T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:28:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i? or should i not?</title><content type='html'>perhaps I shouldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohooohoooo = (&lt;br /&gt;wek wek wek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its too late&lt;br /&gt;it has happened and there's no way I can change it back&lt;br /&gt;why was I so gatal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have cut my fringe on my own&lt;br /&gt;didnt know what goes into me&lt;br /&gt;that I change my long layered fringe to a stupid ugly beetle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my siblings keep on laughing at my 'beetle'&lt;br /&gt;but hey!&lt;br /&gt;its not as if my whole fringe have been changed to beetle&lt;br /&gt;its only a part of it so its not so obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore i thought its new style&lt;br /&gt;and it looks fresh to me&lt;br /&gt;ah!&lt;br /&gt;whateverlah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I make it nicer?&lt;br /&gt;cant possibly go to a salon to improve on my partly-beetle-fringe&lt;br /&gt;or should I trim my hair too?&lt;br /&gt;cause its failing&lt;br /&gt;but i'm tryna keep it long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall&lt;br /&gt;i dun think it even matters&lt;br /&gt;cause nobody's gonna see it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dun u see a pic of me with Achik SPIN?&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered that I took a pic with him when we met at Hotel Selesa&lt;br /&gt;he had a performance there with nana&lt;br /&gt;his singing is nice&lt;br /&gt;his looks are ok&lt;br /&gt;his wife is so petite but quite pretty&lt;br /&gt;very indian-arab looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh,&lt;br /&gt;who cares...&lt;br /&gt;javanese girls still the prettiest of all&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah?&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;me javanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;no lar...&lt;br /&gt;i'm mixed =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well,iamjavanese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and achik&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0128.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my cute lil second cuzzie whose name i've forgotten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see how big his eyes are. loike it~ hehs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Yazmin%20humairah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my niece Yazmin Humaira who was bornt few weeks ago, I guess the name really suits her. Can you see how red her face is? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ouh and yes, I'm already an aunt - a YOUNG aunt ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115165610560612971?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115165610560612971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115165610560612971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115165610560612971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115165610560612971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/06/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='should i? or should i not?'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115160257394685620</id><published>2006-06-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:40:01.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stressfully devastated shining moon</title><content type='html'>what day is today?&lt;br /&gt;today is a stress day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt it is&lt;br /&gt;and the sad thing is not knowing what you are stressed about&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;as I walked home just now&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling stressfully devastated&lt;br /&gt;without knowing the cause&lt;br /&gt;tears started to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I end this?&lt;br /&gt;when the beginning is unclear&lt;br /&gt;How do I move on?&lt;br /&gt;when I'm already stucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems don't surround me&lt;br /&gt;I don't need solutions&lt;br /&gt;still what I've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;have never been found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my dreams fly far&lt;br /&gt;Let the sky seizes me&lt;br /&gt;Not even when I descend&lt;br /&gt;Not even when I'm conceited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that have been created&lt;br /&gt;Can't feel the sensation&lt;br /&gt;And the forsaken love&lt;br /&gt;Was left with disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired from searching&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;To accompany as I stride&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless I realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the shining moon&lt;br /&gt;That narrates a story&lt;br /&gt;Of faithful love&lt;br /&gt;With a genuine glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Of an unrivaled light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115160257394685620?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115160257394685620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115160257394685620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115160257394685620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115160257394685620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/06/stressfully-devastated-shining-moon.html' title='stressfully devastated shining moon'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115143277015166711</id><published>2006-06-28T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:34:01.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kelakar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to be kiasu or lame or even vain here&lt;br /&gt;for posting more than a post in a day&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i have to post this up before i forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just cant help it sey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i looked and read at my first few posts&lt;br /&gt;somewhere around june 2004&lt;br /&gt;about 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like hell lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;don't go and be gatal as to click on my past archives&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to forgive you for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it&lt;br /&gt;i was being lame lah&lt;br /&gt;the way i wrote and the story i told&lt;br /&gt;like some desperate blogger lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardy hell me&lt;br /&gt;wasnt I supposed to be an intellectual blogger?&lt;br /&gt;not some lame nonsensical unlogical blogger...&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;let me just remind u again&lt;br /&gt;don't go and read it eh&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna know so much then I tell you a bit a bout it lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling;&lt;br /&gt;how boring my day was&lt;br /&gt;i cant get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;getting exposed&lt;br /&gt;portugal vs holland......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;did holland lost to portugal 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;was that even the world cup?&lt;br /&gt;i tot its supposed to be 4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;not 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit lar&lt;br /&gt;didnt know holland was lousy&lt;br /&gt;now my dutch fac confirm will think that i'm gonna suck up to him&lt;br /&gt;by mentioning in my essay that holland is going to win the world cup&lt;br /&gt;and apparently thats what I'm trying to do&lt;br /&gt;just bribing him to give me an A grade for my work&lt;br /&gt;although I seriously think holland cannot make it lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ask me which country gonna win the world cup then I wud say...&lt;br /&gt;south korea or japan&lt;br /&gt;cos I support asians&lt;br /&gt;oh and maybe&lt;br /&gt;saudi arabia as well&lt;br /&gt;but really lar&lt;br /&gt;cant really comment much about it&lt;br /&gt;cos I almost know nuts about football/soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless u ask me who's the hottest football player lar&lt;br /&gt;I can give u a list for that&lt;br /&gt;christiano ronaldo being the first&lt;br /&gt;followed by bechkam&lt;br /&gt;then ballack&lt;br /&gt;then owen&lt;br /&gt;ok, those white&lt;br /&gt;well maybe&lt;br /&gt;nakata&lt;br /&gt;ahn jun something&lt;br /&gt;ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;RONALDO?&lt;br /&gt;whatever lar&lt;br /&gt;and the list never stops ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always like that&lt;br /&gt;to be a football player, u need to have a package&lt;br /&gt;just like any celebrity&lt;br /&gt;u need to have the looks, bods and skills&lt;br /&gt;confirm can smitten girls like me&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the singapore waterpolo team are much hotter lah&lt;br /&gt;most of them are super damn gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;I knew they were great&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't really know that they are so good looking and hunky&lt;br /&gt;why never tell me idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only found out when I went for the sports award dinner lar&lt;br /&gt;There's this waterpolo guy lar&lt;br /&gt;i think he's eurasian&lt;br /&gt;mallal garret charles&lt;br /&gt;thats his name I guess&lt;br /&gt;not too sure&lt;br /&gt;but what I'm sure of is that he's so cute&lt;br /&gt;almost a perfect face with perfect features&lt;br /&gt;well maybe he sucks&lt;br /&gt;cos nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/waterpolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singapore water polo team&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah&lt;br /&gt;edison still looks the best~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115143277015166711?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115143277015166711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115143277015166711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(from encarta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those who are photogenic only look good in pics but not in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak&lt;br /&gt;apparently most people say I'm photogenic&lt;br /&gt;which I really hate it&lt;br /&gt;cos its not a good thing to me lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, syikin told me something while looking at my pics...&lt;br /&gt;syikin: Dian, you look good in pics eh&lt;br /&gt;me: dot-dot-dot and (smiles dissapointedly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlao&lt;br /&gt;then that means I don't look good in real life lar!&lt;br /&gt;urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;-although syikin didnt think so-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then siti also said...&lt;br /&gt;Siti: Dian, how come u look different in pics?&lt;br /&gt;Dian: (dissapointed again) I know, i look prettier right?&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna stop being so vain&lt;br /&gt;and gonna put ugly and geeky pics of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least when people see it their reactions would be:&lt;br /&gt;"wah! this girl so ugly"&lt;br /&gt;then when they really meet me personally,&lt;br /&gt;they will say...&lt;br /&gt;"not bad ar! quite pretty actually"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do just that!&lt;br /&gt;please enjoy my BeeeeYouuuutiFFuuul pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0086.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/Picture0130.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115142455160327761?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115142455160327761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115142455160327761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115142455160327761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115142455160327761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/06/photogenic.html' title='photogenic'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-115108803982665249</id><published>2006-06-24T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:40:39.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful is you</title><content type='html'>yeah, just changed a new layout&lt;br /&gt;took me weeks to do it&lt;br /&gt;not because doing it is tough&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;its just that, I'm a lil bit too occupied with stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;like my new layout?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the heels&lt;br /&gt;i like the shoe&lt;br /&gt;i like most of the stuffs there&lt;br /&gt;except the colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lacking of pink&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i know the pictures look a lil bit weird in the posts&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too lazy to change it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-115108803982665249?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/115108803982665249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=115108803982665249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115108803982665249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/115108803982665249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautiful-is-you.html' title='beautiful is you'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-114952847597179541</id><published>2006-06-05T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:27:55.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>triplesix</title><content type='html'>i like today's date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-06-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I should blog again at&lt;br /&gt;06:06:06 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats like about 6 more hours to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the date and time stated wud be&lt;br /&gt;06-06-06&lt;br /&gt;06:06:06 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice~&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;i cant find that bloody website everyone's been asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i merely put up a quote on my msn personal nick saying:&lt;br /&gt;“Checkout &amp; reject 12 ppl, then pick the next best that comes along, and you’re likely to have a very good match on your hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like dunno how many people already asking me if its true or not and what it actually means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you,&lt;br /&gt;the quote simply means that&lt;br /&gt;- your truly soulmate is the 13th person you're going out with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant really tell you if its true or not because I havent personally experience it (really)&lt;br /&gt;i just took it from a website i randomly clicked onto&lt;br /&gt;its a research conducted by a professor who wrote the book 'Mathematics and Sex'&lt;br /&gt;so is it really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you choose to believe in it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are going to ask me how many I've rejected already&lt;br /&gt;then dun bother to ask because I have lost counted already&lt;br /&gt;not because I have rejected too many&lt;br /&gt;its just that I cant be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i suggest the best solution if you lost count wud be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to restart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;i mean it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-114952847597179541?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/114952847597179541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=114952847597179541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114952847597179541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114952847597179541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/06/triplesix.html' title='triplesix'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-114853132204883417</id><published>2006-05-24T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:29:44.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yada yada yada</title><content type='html'>IT Security and Management&lt;br /&gt;wahlao` this module getting boring and taxing&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt put in too much effort&lt;br /&gt;and this dutch facilitator of mine getting weirder&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;with lotsa things to do yet so lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna write little things&lt;br /&gt;and put lotsa pictures&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i love pictures&lt;br /&gt;cause it saves me from writing a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;some delightful thing that has been going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dragon Boating with Cuzzins at Kallang River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1000518.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/200/P1000512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(maybe the pics shud be a lil bit bigger)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2) Lunch out with Maternal Side Family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1000418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeah, all 4 tables.... we are related....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3) Mama's Day out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet Sour Fish with ladies finger and yeah,with me smiling at it by the side =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hot spicy chicken wings....plockplockplock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kekekek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the yummiest of all from Tam Buah Mas Restaurant would definitely be the..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jeng jeng jeng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAHU TELOOOOOR!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ORITEY....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;youmay stop drooling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;freaky sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and dats for eating TOO MUCH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Sending off kak Jannah to Bahrain @ the airport&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mind you.... its 3 am you know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) my favourite homies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, we've been hanging out together a lot recently and apparently, As-Shalihin seems to be our favourite hang out place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aja! aja!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my lepak gang...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;being the only girl, abg zahid said i'm like the cast in 'Anak Metropolitan'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ifyouknowwhatimean~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;apparently, i still dunno what he meant~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) My lovely cute students...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love em'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/Picture0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/Picture0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok,he's my favourite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/Picture0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Team Singapore Anniversary Party 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ENJOYING EH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;orite orite,thats all for now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i better do some work if not my team's gonna screw me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;daaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-114853132204883417?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/114853132204883417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=114853132204883417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114853132204883417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114853132204883417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/05/yada-yada-yada.html' title='yada yada yada'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-114719450958073007</id><published>2006-05-09T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:08:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Close Your Eyes And Imagine</title><content type='html'>Just close your eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;You have just one more day to live;&lt;br /&gt;One more day to show Allah,&lt;br /&gt;What "Jannah" he should give?&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye to your family,&lt;br /&gt;And all your closest friends;&lt;br /&gt;To ask for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;And try to make amends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss a prayer or two?&lt;br /&gt;Did you please Allah, and do the things,He asks every person to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you will be gone;&lt;br /&gt;No more second chances,&lt;br /&gt;To smell the mist of dawn;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;The angels are going to come,&lt;br /&gt;To take your soul and ask,&lt;br /&gt;In your life "what have you done"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;The words you want to say;&lt;br /&gt;Will not come out you may realize,&lt;br /&gt;For all your deeds you'll pay;&lt;br /&gt;You want to speak out, to cry out,In Allah I believe;&lt;br /&gt;But, silence beckons you,&lt;br /&gt;No more can u deceive;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Your silence breaks away;&lt;br /&gt;You tell the angels you believe in Allah,And for him, you did pray;&lt;br /&gt;You say as tears are pouring down your   face &lt;br /&gt;Please, Allah, forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;For the sins that I committed,&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy is my plea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;That the smell of musk surrounds you,&lt;br /&gt;From your head down to your feet;&lt;br /&gt;You realize Allah forgave you,&lt;br /&gt;Hell fire you did defeat;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know as Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;When it's time for you to die;&lt;br /&gt;You'll not be given a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;To say a last goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;So live each day as If it's your last,&lt;br /&gt;And never forget to pray;&lt;br /&gt;So when the angels come to ask,&lt;br /&gt;You'll know the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, how long is a person's life in this world? How far is death? When a person is born, Azaan is said in his ears. He then lives a life of, say 70 years. Then when he dies, shortly afterwards is the Namaaz-e Janaaza prayed. So how long is his life? 70 years? Wrong! His whole life is like the brief period of time between Azaan and Jamaat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-114719450958073007?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/114719450958073007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=114719450958073007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114719450958073007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114719450958073007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-close-your-eyes-and-imagine.html' title='Just Close Your Eyes And Imagine'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-114689261469842656</id><published>2006-05-05T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:27:36.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Positive</title><content type='html'>This is nice&lt;br /&gt;- finding positive out of every negative - which we don't always manage to do.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful...&lt;br /&gt;1. For the husband who snores all night, because he is at home asleep with me and not with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For my teenage daughter who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home &amp;amp; not on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the taxes that I pay because it means that I am employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For the mess to clean after a party because it means that I have been surrounded by friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For my shadow that watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For a floor that needs mopping, and windows that need cleaning because it means I have a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For all the complaining I hear about the government because it means that we have freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. For the noise I have to bear from my neighbours because it means that I can hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. For the pile of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been capable of working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-114689261469842656?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/114689261469842656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=114689261469842656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114689261469842656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114689261469842656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/05/think-positive.html' title='Think Positive'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-114486088236275493</id><published>2006-04-12T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:54:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful</title><content type='html'>these days,&lt;br /&gt;its been quite a hectic month for me&lt;br /&gt;nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've uploaded all the pictures&lt;br /&gt;Festival Silat Temasek 2006&lt;br /&gt;and also my recent trip for the&lt;br /&gt;Teluk Danga International Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice trip&lt;br /&gt;very fruitful&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;met really nice people&lt;br /&gt;its just so wonderfulll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually quite surprised to see&lt;br /&gt;some of my school mates there to compete too&lt;br /&gt;and to see them won something&lt;br /&gt;that was really nice&lt;br /&gt;and am really proud of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my team won bronze&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we could even get better than that&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it might not just be our rizqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;i thank Allah for everything that he has given me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since coach was happy with our performance&lt;br /&gt;i guess,&lt;br /&gt;we can never ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew.&lt;br /&gt;for your viewing pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-114486088236275493?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/114486088236275493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=114486088236275493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114486088236275493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114486088236275493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/04/wonderful.html' title='wonderful'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434209.post-114330894831025616</id><published>2006-03-25T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:49:08.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>humid rain</title><content type='html'>back from selangor few days ago for some friendly&lt;br /&gt;back to training just the day after&lt;br /&gt;back to malaysia again for another competition&lt;br /&gt;and that will be next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right,&lt;br /&gt;my hols have been the same&lt;br /&gt;always away for some overseas thingy&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining&lt;br /&gt;but i guess,&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna have more fun than usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather nowadays havent been my favourite&lt;br /&gt;its humid and rain once a while&lt;br /&gt;anyway, rain or shine&lt;br /&gt;its still humid&lt;br /&gt;typical singapore weather&lt;br /&gt;just that,&lt;br /&gt;its not that good nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that i'm still young&lt;br /&gt;with a young age to even be thinking of marriage&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;my parents got married at 25&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be 20 this october&lt;br /&gt;in 5 years time&lt;br /&gt;i can never imagined myself getting married to someone&lt;br /&gt;although i thought of doing so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs&lt;br /&gt;funny i thought&lt;br /&gt;i dun even have to think in 5 years time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a childhood friend/schoolmate of mine&lt;br /&gt;where we went to school together for about 10 years&lt;br /&gt;we shared our food during recess time&lt;br /&gt;we squabbled on petty little things&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;i still remember it till now&lt;br /&gt;that she gave me 50 cent because i wanna buy some tidbits&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;she's happily married with a a very cute lil daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another classmate of mine just got engaged today&lt;br /&gt;and some other ole classmates also getting engaged soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my&lt;br /&gt;are they still young?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;am i just not matured enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;this is so freaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting even harder to react when people ask me&lt;br /&gt;"when is your turn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if last time i could simply say&lt;br /&gt;"i'm still young with better things to do and think of"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet now&lt;br /&gt;"replying with just a smile is even tough"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-114330894831025616?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/114330894831025616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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nice month for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some joyous occasions have been happening around me&lt;br /&gt;yet there're more to come&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;br /&gt;this is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cuz wedding&lt;br /&gt;long vacation&lt;br /&gt;beach outing&lt;br /&gt;festival&lt;br /&gt;wee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it man&lt;br /&gt;to describe every occasions wud need&lt;br /&gt;more than a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;what more few occasions?&lt;br /&gt;that will be thousands and thousands of words&lt;br /&gt;it will be very sian then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;a picture says a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to put really some nice pics&lt;br /&gt;yipeee~&lt;br /&gt;wee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the reception - its at a multi purpose hall near the groom's(cuzzie) residence at woodlands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;during the A'kad Nikah at the bride's residence. CuZ really had that 'lucky newly wed' looks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and cuz Sakinah wearing our traditional clothing at the reception. - our job, the basket girl giving gifts to guests! lol. Gosh, now i only notice that i'm really all blue! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and my dearest nenek. lurve ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and my diamonte sis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright, next up wud be my beach outing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;certainly had fun after so long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/457/320/P1020293.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reaching for the SKY!!!!!!! guess which is me? i'll give ya a hint...i'm wearing my fav colour top!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats it for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;carpe diem~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434209-114201572291784619?l=dianhayati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/feeds/114201572291784619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434209&amp;postID=114201572291784619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114201572291784619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434209/posts/default/114201572291784619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianhayati.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-your-way-wee.html' title='march your way! wee~'/><author><name>mS InTeLLeCtUaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
