<?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-5012000384560264815</id><updated>2012-02-09T06:26:38.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming out loud</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-8289159532772442343</id><published>2011-12-07T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:04:34.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLrJJSI5WmU/Tt-ck5sD0OI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ipC7CRJBmnw/s1600/myown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLrJJSI5WmU/Tt-ck5sD0OI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ipC7CRJBmnw/s400/myown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683433412539699426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-8289159532772442343?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/8289159532772442343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8289159532772442343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8289159532772442343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-post.html' title='Another post'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLrJJSI5WmU/Tt-ck5sD0OI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ipC7CRJBmnw/s72-c/myown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-9170734367455322388</id><published>2011-12-07T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:26:38.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So i'm going to blog about what has happened last weekend. So here you go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekiGkGmunFw/Tt-UR_RuICI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mlxXZ-pFogg/s1600/275-tile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekiGkGmunFw/Tt-UR_RuICI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mlxXZ-pFogg/s400/275-tile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683424291529302050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iOMN-3x32U/Tt-UKb70V4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/_rKesf7M3sU/s1600/Image268.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iOMN-3x32U/Tt-UKb70V4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/_rKesf7M3sU/s400/Image268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683424161783109506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jRfa8xXTOA/Tt-UBLu-m0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/swsLb39VX_g/s1600/Image317.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ON3YuuLD8g/Tt-SulA8W7I/AAAAAAAAAj8/JgEg6XGUbdA/s400/Image151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683422583672560562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNZZAW_lMQ4/Tt-Sp6_o60I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGWmCY1nPWY/s1600/Image134.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNZZAW_lMQ4/Tt-Sp6_o60I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGWmCY1nPWY/s400/Image134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683422503673326402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-9170734367455322388?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/9170734367455322388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-blast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9170734367455322388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9170734367455322388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-blast.html' title='Great times'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekiGkGmunFw/Tt-UR_RuICI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mlxXZ-pFogg/s72-c/275-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5926773478767133777</id><published>2011-12-02T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:09:41.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm it took me for like 10 minutes to figure it out what to blog about this time. I'm just gonna say anything randomly that pop out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kindda sad and frustrating knowing that your own family doesn't trust you anymore. Doesn't mean I lost the camera once, i'm gonna do it again. My sister bought this one camera and she mentioned that she will never ever let me borrow her camera because she doesn't trust me anymore. My family is just not supportive and they just pushing me away. It just broke my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just feel like I don't have any friends anymore. I still have my bestfriends and I can just talk to them but then at the same time, I feel like I don't wanna burden them with my problems and stuff but at the end of the day, I'm the one that feels lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And him, he didn't even call me for like 2 days? Yeah happened few times before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that my life would come back to normal. I miss my old life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL NEVER GET WHAT I WANT! I will never get what other people is having. Butttt, I have to learn to accept and appreciate what I have right now. As much as I hate to say that but yeah. Be grateful Dila. Whatever comes just be patience. Things happen for reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4iK5B6arUeA/TtklRrBbevI/AAAAAAAAAjk/pA8oeJyI5Bs/s400/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681613390441315058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS! It's already 2.41 in the morning? And I'm still awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look I changed my profile pic for my blog!! &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea look like a retard haha. Sad, i've been abandoning my blog for like quite some time. Imma blog more often from now on onwards. In case you haven't noticed I changed my blog background as well :) And the font, the colour, EVERYTHING!! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry for being so emo lately. I can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm out of here. Tomorrow will be a better day, hope so. Till then &amp;lt;3&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/5012000384560264815-5926773478767133777?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5926773478767133777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/12/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5926773478767133777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5926773478767133777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/12/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4iK5B6arUeA/TtklRrBbevI/AAAAAAAAAjk/pA8oeJyI5Bs/s72-c/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-1740328934683350101</id><published>2011-11-08T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:12:40.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing</title><content type='html'>I went to school today and I've got all my exam paper one shot. Was expecting to have a good day but I went totally crazy after I get my marks. Really disappointing. I know should blame it on myself though as I did not work hard for final exam. Very speechless. Very.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the subject, I failed the most important subject which I should not fail in order to stay in the same class next year. Well, I really do want to stay in the same class next year. I failed 2 main subjects. Very bad. I don't even know how to tell my parents if they ask. I will never ever tell them my marks unless they ask. Even if they would, I will just say I still haven't get my exam papers yet. Sounds good aite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I do, past is just past. Next year will be my last year aka SPM year. Sounds damn scary. I don't wanna go to form 5 like hell-to-the-NO. I am going to suffer I tell you. I have to study hard (the same thing I've been saying for the past 2 years) haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have these 2 months to enjoy. As if. I wish I could. Might be busy preparing my sister's wedding. I don't want to think too much about next year, I can go insane. Really. By the time, let's enjoy these few weeks to the max. This holiday might be the last time I can go out and spend quality times with my buddies. Sad. But I am still going to join cheerleading though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be the last day of school. How cool is that. Shall take pictures to keep as memories. And going to miss Form 4 very much. My awesome classmates that will never be forgotten, my beloved teachers for teaching us throughout the year (still got next year haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I should probably head to bed by now. Till then, goodnight loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-1740328934683350101?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/1740328934683350101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/11/disappointing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/1740328934683350101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/1740328934683350101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/11/disappointing.html' title='Disappointing'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-4230561623979599727</id><published>2011-11-03T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:45:15.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest decisions.</title><content type='html'>When I care about someone, I really do care. When I love someone, I truly do. But at the end of the day, you have to let go of someone right for some reasons. In this case, I've been such a bad girl and only god knows what I've been through throughout the year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never had a long-term relationship before. Now I'm having it and it is very very hard to let it go. I don't want to waste what we had ever since we've met. It's been a long journey between us. We have been through thick and thin. However, I gotta move on one day and it will not be an easy thing to do. People learn and move on. Hopefully I can manage to do that. I try to be strong and patient but it takes forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People get hurt learn all the time. We learn from that. Like Kim Kardashian, she filed a divorce 72 days after her marriage. The wedding that she had just wasted. Anything can happen to anyone. We just never know. My friend was right, 'we can't always follow our heart. we have to think wise too. that's why God gives us brain' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trust no one. I can't listen what other people say. But I can't avoid from the truth either. Somehow I have to do it and deal with it no matter how tough it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#When I was hugging him today, my tears started dropping. But I never said why. I just don't know how to say. I couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-4230561623979599727?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4230561623979599727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/11/hardest-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/4230561623979599727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/4230561623979599727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/11/hardest-decisions.html' title='The hardest decisions.'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-3887576111430768973</id><published>2011-10-02T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:50:17.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>I know when it comes to study, everyone would be lazy aite. That's just life. Haha. Yes i have to since my final is coming. Enough with all the pressure and now my sister adding it up more *sigh* She's asking me to replace the camera that I lost it. WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I GONNA GET THE MONEY?! Isshh I got no money ya know, what the fish. She can be so fcuking annoying at times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things will be happening next year. And my MOM keep on reminding me about me have to study hard next year and cannot participate in anything. I do not want to be a book worm  mommy. Seriously. I am gonna be more active next year as it is my last/senior year. Yes am still going to join cheerleading. Hope I can commit though. How sad I have to do it without their knowledge. Kindda mean. haha. But I would do whatever it takes to stick with my team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of joining dance class actually. But I cannot afford it with using my own moneyyhhh. Darn. I'm really out of money. And should start earning money now. I might be working this november with my friend though. Hopefully. I have so many things going on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got no time to blog every single day, so i will just blog once a week at least? Just maybe. And anyways, in case u haven't noticed I changed my background. Haha. It looks prediculous i know. But it has been ages since the last time I edit my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your information, I am soon going to get a brother-in-law :) yes, my sis is getting married and still searching some stuff and preparation as well. can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5012000384560264815-3887576111430768973?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/3887576111430768973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/10/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3887576111430768973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3887576111430768973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6059644177601018396</id><published>2011-09-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:56:46.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>Ohmaiigooodddddd it has been awhile right I haven't blogging? I can't even remember when was the last time I blogged :O &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, cut the crap. Yaa know whatttt i totally dislike my life right now, ya know why? First, &lt;b&gt;I LOST MY CAMERA.&lt;/b&gt; Second of all, &lt;b&gt;MY PHONE IS DAMAGED. &lt;/b&gt;Third, my&lt;b&gt; FINAL EXAM IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER. &lt;/b&gt;Lastly, one of my favourite bag has just &lt;b&gt;BROKEN OFF. Hahaha. &lt;/b&gt;Awesome right? Yeeshhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad scolds me everyday I can't even stand it anymore. Ergh miserable k. And I try to study everyday but I am not sure if i can remember any of them on the exam day itself. But it's okay. Just keep being positive dila. Wohhh. Ahahhaha I sound little bit like a crazy person aite. Bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I'll be busy with my study groups and stuff. So-called 'study group' haha. We talked most of the time instead ahaha. What to do we just can't help it :) So many things to plan for holidays and so many things we want to do together. Hope we don't end up doing nothing. I would devastated. Will spend some quality time with my girlfriends. Oh yeaahhh :D But however, exam comes first :/ Fuck that. Sorry ignore my language. Been cursing countless of times these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i just need to do some exercise once in awhile. Should relieve some stress or I get all tense up. Haven't really sweat for a long time d. Ever since my cheerleading and volleyball. Miss those times though. Sweet memories :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I wish I could blog right now but I just can't. Will update more soon or later. Till then.&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/5012000384560264815-6059644177601018396?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6059644177601018396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/09/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6059644177601018396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6059644177601018396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/09/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6812526749804397280</id><published>2011-08-28T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:44:52.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid</title><content type='html'>1 more day left before Raya! Hoorayy. Time flies damn fast right? :p The day that only happen once in a year finally comes. Therefore, for the muslims, we all should enjoy to the max on these wonderful days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shopped 3 times for raya this year. Dont even know why maybe i just felt it was just not enough. Even now i feel like shopping again :3 Anyhow, i'm going back to my mom's side in sg buloh first this time. I cant waittttttt. Oh actually I already packed, its just the matter of time. We'll be leaving soon which is, it's already 2.33am in the morning and my whole family still awake and busy preparing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of Raya is that you get ang pauuu from your aunties and uncles. Awesome right, I know. Hahaha. *Okay sorry for being too hyper, im always like this every year when raya comes* LOL. And I'm really looking forward to see all my cousin and niece soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dear my muslim friends, I would like to wish you all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgive all my mistakes that I have done to you guys or if I ever hurt your feelings in any ways. Let's forgive the past and start new! Love, Dila. xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6812526749804397280?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6812526749804397280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6812526749804397280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6812526749804397280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya.html' title='Eid'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6759259873904647768</id><published>2011-08-08T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:35:41.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(195, 66, 66, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don't call me all day I understand, when you don't text me all day I understand, when I stop loving you I hope you understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(195, 66, 66, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(195, 66, 66, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I MEAN IT. &lt;b&gt;Sincerely, dila.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5012000384560264815-6759259873904647768?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6759259873904647768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6759259873904647768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6759259873904647768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-905110434877792574</id><published>2011-08-05T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:50:50.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock me down</title><content type='html'>I'm not the same person anymore. &lt;div&gt;Things become too serious and makes me more emotional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just knock my head will yaa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-905110434877792574?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/905110434877792574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/knock-me-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/905110434877792574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/905110434877792574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/knock-me-down.html' title='Knock me down'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-2005967131597349802</id><published>2011-08-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:48:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand strong</title><content type='html'>I just dont feel like i have a boyfriend anymore. There's so many things i wanna tell him but when i confronted him, my mind was totally blank. I didnt know what to do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz i know i will never get what i want. I cant have him! i have to accept that. no matter what.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things have changed. things go differently now. i tried to call him, to apologize. but im scared if the same thing will happen all over again. i dont wanna hurt anyone right. as the matter in fact, i dont wanna get hurt by anyone as well. i dont wanna repeat my mistakes again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know im not the first person he loves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i love him so much till i dont wanna lose him. but this is all bullshit and i just feel like giving up. but i dont want to. nothing can bring me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually i go for what i want, but this time its not the same anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all wrong and i wish i know what to do to make things better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, i feel so empty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-2005967131597349802?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2005967131597349802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/stand-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2005967131597349802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2005967131597349802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/08/stand-strong.html' title='Stand strong'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7283481634968680096</id><published>2011-07-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:53:28.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long distance relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y_oIaWEKrx4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just so sweettt. I like this video so muchh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7283481634968680096?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7283481634968680096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-distance-relationship_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7283481634968680096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7283481634968680096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-distance-relationship_13.html' title='Long distance relationship'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y_oIaWEKrx4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-3976014436221706942</id><published>2011-07-08T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T04:01:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Had the best birthday celebration this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best present ever from him. Thank you so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*saying it in a sarcastic way*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks though to all my girlfriends that made my day on that day eventho i was expecting something else from someone else but didnt turn out well. However, thank you to my cheer teammates and volleyball mates for wishing and yes to all the facebookers, for the wishes. That's all i needed. It's okay, i'm strong enough to accept the fact that he was the only one that wasn't there for me on my own birthday when i needed him the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They threw flour all over me during cheer prac :D I had tons of fun with my babes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tq so much guys &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PCZCYCxCq4/ThcTL5CuwfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/vjzFGTwu1B4/s1600/268808_240225276004980_100000525276041_924159_367242_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PCZCYCxCq4/ThcTL5CuwfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/vjzFGTwu1B4/s320/268808_240225276004980_100000525276041_924159_367242_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626987354434486770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbMzIJ5cV0A/ThcTJaB8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAho/mKlA5mr5r5k/s1600/263956_240225176004990_100000525276041_924157_673020_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbMzIJ5cV0A/ThcTJaB8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAho/mKlA5mr5r5k/s320/263956_240225176004990_100000525276041_924157_673020_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626987311749949298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLOu27h331I/ThcTFMg7EiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1-eTy8NYoNg/s1600/263848_240231736004334_100000525276041_924208_28338_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLOu27h331I/ThcTFMg7EiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1-eTy8NYoNg/s320/263848_240231736004334_100000525276041_924208_28338_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626987239402312226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9ZGRKV__QA/ThcS38xPM-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/X5qNvd7MA_I/s1600/267728_240235762670598_100000525276041_924236_1400659_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9ZGRKV__QA/ThcS38xPM-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/X5qNvd7MA_I/s320/267728_240235762670598_100000525276041_924236_1400659_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626987011837473762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-3976014436221706942?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/3976014436221706942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3976014436221706942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3976014436221706942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PCZCYCxCq4/ThcTL5CuwfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/vjzFGTwu1B4/s72-c/268808_240225276004980_100000525276041_924159_367242_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7100509427730961987</id><published>2011-07-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:48:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><content type='html'>Been so unlucky these days. Bad things happen when we don't expect them to happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, i can be so lunatic at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back in 'world of reading' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So called reading aite? Been reading novels lately. Feels weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't watch love story a.n.y.m.o.r.e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes meeee saddddd. why?? it doesn't feel right anymoreeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of a lot of things. And i really hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant run from my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words are just words. I don't trust people easily. It takes time to trust somebody. Even now i dont really trust anyone except for my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words are just words. You can say it easily but never does anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7100509427730961987?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7100509427730961987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/07/unlucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7100509427730961987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7100509427730961987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/07/unlucky.html' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7759894596503254513</id><published>2011-06-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:29:09.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullstop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everything is not going very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everything is falling apart. No more volleyball. No cheerleading in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Feeling like shifting school and moving far away from here. I hate it here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just need someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7759894596503254513?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7759894596503254513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/06/fullstop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7759894596503254513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7759894596503254513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/06/fullstop.html' title='Fullstop.'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7809219215972357109</id><published>2011-06-14T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:23:26.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Had an awesome day last Sunday (June 12th) as me and my team Zenith got 3rd place during Grand Final I-Metro. We were speechless and very happy the moment the host announced that we're in 3rd place. Unforgettable day. Unexpected things happen sometimes. Just be confident of yourself. All the practices was paid off and worth it. Even though we only did 1 day practice full routine. We had fun together! Love them very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QebBkOtPOOc/Tfd8awKRubI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UPbGQiy4dNY/s1600/253639_180266755361035_100001331347966_433128_5639907_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QebBkOtPOOc/Tfd8awKRubI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UPbGQiy4dNY/s320/253639_180266755361035_100001331347966_433128_5639907_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618095859214432690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3hfx9wzEkg/Tfd8XJtdHOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/1WdLnYLcJN0/s1600/252537_180266685361042_100001331347966_433126_7662773_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3hfx9wzEkg/Tfd8XJtdHOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/1WdLnYLcJN0/s320/252537_180266685361042_100001331347966_433126_7662773_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618095797353389282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UcB6nenI-Y/Tfd8TDPe4TI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_q18lc2WtXQ/s1600/250588_180268198694224_100001331347966_433145_595283_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UcB6nenI-Y/Tfd8TDPe4TI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_q18lc2WtXQ/s320/250588_180268198694224_100001331347966_433145_595283_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618095726897586482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2wXgi63K30/Tfd8PVzVG6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/4Ka1_kxm8Ws/s1600/249948_180266575361053_100001331347966_433125_4299933_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2wXgi63K30/Tfd8PVzVG6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/4Ka1_kxm8Ws/s320/249948_180266575361053_100001331347966_433125_4299933_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618095663160302498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC7BWzpqqHs/Tfd8I5QonFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/t5szi_SuPis/s1600/247211_180267918694252_100001331347966_433141_5660946_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC7BWzpqqHs/Tfd8I5QonFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/t5szi_SuPis/s320/247211_180267918694252_100001331347966_433141_5660946_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618095552419372114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7809219215972357109?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7809219215972357109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/06/luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7809219215972357109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7809219215972357109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/06/luck.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QebBkOtPOOc/Tfd8awKRubI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UPbGQiy4dNY/s72-c/253639_180266755361035_100001331347966_433128_5639907_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5414116252549095027</id><published>2011-06-09T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:15:13.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervousss</title><content type='html'>My cheer competition is just 3 days away! arghh so stress right now. Geezz. Hope all my friends can come and support because this comp is really really mean to us. Supporting us on that day will be much much appreciated :) Hope everything is gonna be okay. Pray hard (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-5414116252549095027?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5414116252549095027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/06/nervousss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5414116252549095027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5414116252549095027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/06/nervousss.html' title='Nervousss'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-3451310906021304210</id><published>2011-05-30T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:47:54.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh tummyy</title><content type='html'>Haha ignore the title :p I must say today is pretty bored day for me. Stayed at home the whole day *sigh* and had stomach ache too, ahh sadly yes. Until now my stomach still aching and feel like throwing up. I just don't feel like eating at all unless i throw all the toxic in my stomach out! haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched The Roommate dvd today. Pisshhh the story is sooo predictable. But better than me not doing anything isn't it? hahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh i feel so weak now. What should i dooo and what can i doooo? lalalalaaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-3451310906021304210?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/3451310906021304210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/ohh-tummyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3451310906021304210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3451310906021304210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/ohh-tummyy.html' title='Ohh tummyy'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7026773619912734472</id><published>2011-05-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:50:59.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectation</title><content type='html'>We can't predict what is going to happen in the future. Future always change. We can't plan for future. Maybe can but it won't go as we planned. So plan well. And just wait and see. Or things that we expect to happen don't turn out well. Turn out bad instead. Like REALLY bad. Not all things we can get. Certain things are just meant to be that way. So yes we can't change anything. We just have to accept the fact. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only way you can live a happy and satisfied life, is that when you start doing things that you that make you happy and satisfied. When we don't get to do those things, we just feel that we are not perfect. Just make an effort to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to avoid negative thoughts in my mind. Sometimes we just say something that hurts people feelings without noticing it. Especially when we are angry. We must somehow find ways to overcome it. It's not healthy and can ruin your relationship with anyone including with your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important thing to make relationship work is that respect each other. Both parties need to respect one another in relationship. Many relationship have their ups and downs. So work on it to make the relationship stay healthy. That's what i'm trying to do but ya know it's not that simple. Nothing is easy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7026773619912734472?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7026773619912734472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/expectation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7026773619912734472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7026773619912734472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/expectation.html' title='Expectation'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-1333772216797518688</id><published>2011-05-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:25:05.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of all this shit. Always argue with him about stupid stuff. Very fed up. Feeling empty now. Tired been very very busy and tight up with my cheer practice and performances for other events too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow i have a performance in PJ Hilton which starts at night. But gotta be there early. And gonna practice super early. Grrr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a performance for teacher's day this morning. My performance with my 3 other friends which is a hip hop dancing went well (i suppose) haha. Glad it's over like finally :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like watching movie these day but doesn't have the time. Got so many nice movies are in cinema now. Will watch soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So damn tired and just wanna go to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams people. Peace out (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-1333772216797518688?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/1333772216797518688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/rock-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/1333772216797518688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/1333772216797518688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/rock-roll.html' title='Rock &amp; Roll'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-8316845577670563669</id><published>2011-05-18T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T02:24:21.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-year exam is very torturing</title><content type='html'>Add maths was so damn fucking hard, most of the questions i didn't answer. Sad. I didn't study much actually. Been busy with my cheer practice. Got cheer competition coming up next month. Exam will finishing soon really can't wait. And holiday will be in. For 2 weeks.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm dying to watch Fast &amp;amp; Furious 2! Still waiting though :) Gosh tomorrow is Bio whattafarkk im soo gonna fail. Chiaoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-8316845577670563669?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/8316845577670563669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/mid-year-exam-is-very-torturing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8316845577670563669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8316845577670563669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/05/mid-year-exam-is-very-torturing.html' title='Mid-year exam is very torturing'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-9013722210691268972</id><published>2011-04-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:28:57.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a lucky day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went tournament few days ago. It went well. I guess -.- Sadly, we didn't win. Almost win. Very close to winning but i think it's just not our lucky day that's all. Shall try again next year. But overall it was okay. At least we had fun. Thanks to the supporters who really shouted and cheer like hell that day. You guys are the best :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, incident happened too. Example like I fell down and got serious injury haha! What a sad day. Blood was coming out non-stop. Very scary. But I still played though. They needed me haha. It's okay at least we go there for exposure. Here are the pictures. Enjoy and have a nice day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RtLHYAXaKU/Ta_b4rbmpyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ML-4QFZQKDo/s1600/IMG_3223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RtLHYAXaKU/Ta_b4rbmpyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ML-4QFZQKDo/s320/IMG_3223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597934628622477090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NrHzyCtcEQ0/Ta_bHkGzALI/AAAAAAAAAgU/E7aFhmY30EY/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597933784842567858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_mgv53MF2s/Ta_bc2ntjxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/QTAG8zGXfBU/s320/IMG_3235.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597934150589714194" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XE3e5JE5m6w/Ta_axKt1NgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ypmV3TCsDQw/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597933400069846530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--MRQ-tWGclE/Ta_aNGa8CgI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GQJ1o-M-K5c/s1600/IMG_3273.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--MRQ-tWGclE/Ta_aNGa8CgI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GQJ1o-M-K5c/s320/IMG_3273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597932780441569794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6VbU1_qCPQ/Ta_Z55cGmjI/AAAAAAAAAf8/mzOFmhxC_nE/s320/IMG_3271.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597932450539280946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yScZ5sjFJOg/Ta_Zbahxq4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/9MmskL-s4u4/s1600/IMG_3278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yScZ5sjFJOg/Ta_Zbahxq4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/9MmskL-s4u4/s320/IMG_3278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597931926845500290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_qqX5yPvw0/Ta_ZCIV3EFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SoiGap7ziZs/s320/IMG_3283.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597931492466954322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-9013722210691268972?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/9013722210691268972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-lucky-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9013722210691268972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9013722210691268972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-lucky-day.html' title='Not a lucky day'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RtLHYAXaKU/Ta_b4rbmpyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ML-4QFZQKDo/s72-c/IMG_3223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-2820278829229374298</id><published>2011-04-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:16:16.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TITLE</title><content type='html'>I hope the thing that I expect to happen will happen. But future can always change. We will never know what is going to happen in the future. Just pray hard. That's all we can do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit busy lately with volleyball and stuff. Getting more frustrated and stress out. Trying to cheer myself up everyday. I laugh without reasons certain times. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Well it doesn't matter as long as I keep the smile on my face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's friday so I guess it will just be another boring day for me. It will be the best if I don't go to school. Hahaha. And i'll be skipping my tuition for 2 weeks just for the sake of volleyball, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that it is very necessary for me to study at home when i have free times. But my brain won't functionate everytime I feel like studying. How pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall down many times lately and getting more cuts now :( Gosh my legs, cacat eady laa. And I pulled my muscle again :( both my legs are very painful. But I have to overcome it and push myself to play till volleyball finishes. Anything for volleyball weh. I won't stop playing volleyball. I must say, it is the best sports ever besides Cheerleading. And can release stress as well.&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/5012000384560264815-2820278829229374298?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2820278829229374298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2820278829229374298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2820278829229374298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-much.html' title='NO TITLE'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6010934861230665071</id><published>2011-04-08T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:30:45.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>It's kindda frustrating when we dont know what is other people are thinking in their minds. I just wish i could read their minds :D I just wanna know what is it! Wanna know what's their intention towards us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a bad-tempered person meets a bad-tempered person, when they combine, they'll become worst! Problems won't solve. That's what i'm scared of right now. I just need someone who can take care of me. Someone who'll be there for me no matter what. I really want a serious relationship. It's not easy to have that. Both parties need to give commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking crap now, erhhh k IGNORE IT. Moving on, school was boring today. Got homeworks but never do. I will do this weekend as i think i have the time to do it. Probably not going anywhere. As for tomorrow, me and my mom might be going to buy some stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And am going to dance practice on the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, lots of my stuff are missing! I mean important stuff are missing! Really important ones. It's just not there when i needed it the most! :S And gonna buy some stationary too at Popular. Really need to shop stationeries cz i lost my pens, scissor, highlighter! arghh. Someone have taken it laa i think. GET A LIFE LA! BUY YOUR OWN STATIONERY! *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want volleyball to finish fast! I need to focus on my study also. And bored of going to training d. HAHA. And i miss my cheer teammates. I hope they're doing well. They're gonna start practicing soon which i won't be around next week the whole week. Have to catch up evrything when i join them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, one more thing. MY SISTERS ARE ANNOYING. They're just not the best sisters ever haha. Sisters suppose to be our friend. But mine are more like irritating. And BUSYBODYYY. Mind your own business! So what if i go out with boys? I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE. HELLO! GEEZZZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally i had proper dinner today. I didn't eat anything since yesterday. No kidding. When i say i didnt eat, i mean i didn't have my lunch, dinner yesterday and breakfast this morning. I just eat at school! Mom doesnt cook these days and she and my sisters had dinner outside without me and didnt buy anything for me. Waited dad to come back with food yesterday, feeling like ages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i can't even play volleyball today! I was not performing at all. I SUCK TODAY. screw that :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few days, i keep on smiling at school. When i'm thinking of 'it', i smile :) And my friends caught me smiling alone. Day-dreaming to be exact :p It's awesome when you have someone cheer up your day and make you smile evryday and be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6010934861230665071?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6010934861230665071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6010934861230665071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6010934861230665071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-294426973261723445</id><published>2011-04-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:30:10.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Dila's back weh haha. I know It's been awhile since i last blogged. Dont really have much time for blogging. I miss blogging very much. As much as i miss him. Hahhhaa. School's doing okay. Life's okay too i think. I just noticed that mid-year exam is just another few more weeks awayyyyy. I better get started! Tension la gila. ahah&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now is 3.22pm and here i am blogging on the afternoon. Never done it before. Usually i go online at night time. But pfft wtv. It's just weird to me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta go to school and see principle today. Have some problem to be settled down. I hate my school. I mean who doesnt? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, i miss cheer so much. And miss my buddies gonna see them starting next week. Yeahhh baby. Rio the movie is coming out soon. Wanna watch laa the birds are so cute. Damn. Okayy i have nothing much to say now but will update more soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-294426973261723445?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/294426973261723445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/294426973261723445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/294426973261723445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5104511271970901474</id><published>2011-03-20T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:31:35.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like</title><content type='html'>I feel like i am dying these few days. I feel so lifeless. Have no idea what to do. Usually weekdays i'll be busy, day and night. But when it comes to weekends, i become lifeless. What im trying to tell here is that, my weekends is always been boring *sigh* Dad went to work last night and never come back ever since. Haha. He just got back this afternoon. I mean what kind of work makes the workers stay back for 1 night? -.- Geezz man. Dad had promised us to bring us out to buy some stuff. But he was tired so it was canceled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so lonely these past few days. I mean i have no one to talk to. Even to my close friend, i did texted her and tell her certain stuff but the feeling of anger still controlling inside of me. I tried to cheer myself up. Somehow, i felt calm at the moment. But then the anger feelings continues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And school is starting tomorrow. 1 week has passed before i know it. Really fast right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally i managed to wash my school shoes for the first time. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-5104511271970901474?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5104511271970901474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5104511271970901474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5104511271970901474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-like.html' title='Feeling like'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7895085837958127783</id><published>2011-03-16T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:09:54.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>My leg injury getting worst and worst. After days by days, feel like can't play anymore but i push myself to play and go for training cz my team is counting on me too. I cant be selfish. Plus i'm the captain so i have to come. I think i should take a break mybe for a week. No this kind of injury usually take few months to heal. I know because i've been go through it last year. It was suffering. It was really painful but i didn't care i only cared bout the tournament. Do what i love to do. After that only i fully rested.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very lonely these past few days. Have friends but feeling like no friends around. A lot of thing is happening now and it's frustrating. I don't tell anyone at all even to my boyfriend. Usually couples share a lot of things together but me and him i just dont know. Mybe im the one who's emo-ing too much? But i just wanna talk to someone about all this shit. I wanna let it all out. I should go see a therapist. YES I NEED ONE PLEASE -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes life's tough. Deal with it :) BOOO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should just forget bout all this shit and just live my damn fucking life hahahha :D It's kindda hard to keep the smile on my face evryday but i'll try my best to do it every seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days of holiday has passed. Another few more days to go. Trying to enjoy it evry chance i have. School is just giving more pressure to us *sigh* But school is the only place we can see our friends. Can be either fun or sucks at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, do u guys believe in 'FOREVER' word? Is there any such thing forever? I don't believe in it but trying to. but i just cant. What makes me say that is that evrytime a guy or anyone say "we'll be together forever", "you're mine forever" but end up the same thing. Break-ups. It's just sad when they don't use the 'forever' word properly. HAHA. Forever is a big word. Same as 'promise' word. When u promise smthng to someone, u have to fulfill it. But some of them just say it without thinking how big the word is and how mean the word is to the person he/she says to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how important it is to think first before saying it to people. You cant take it back when u already say it to someone. Think before it's too late. It can makes people hopping on you when u say something like that to them. Fulfill the thing what you have said. You don't wanna hurt them. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7895085837958127783?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7895085837958127783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7895085837958127783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7895085837958127783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5047040394970111446</id><published>2011-03-12T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:40:08.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2OCmA9rlg0/TXsvAGbLmTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pbB5W_5fkls/s1600/Snapshot_20110312_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2OCmA9rlg0/TXsvAGbLmTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pbB5W_5fkls/s320/Snapshot_20110312_23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583107841826986290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntZsHE3aThA/TXsq976ZtgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wF7VAAEhIAA/s1600/Snapshot_20110312_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to come to school for class decoration :S It was quite fun though. We did all the decoration together. All the hard work paid off XD Our class looks awesome man seriously even though it was only halfway finished haha. However, i went off early :/ When i got home, my whole family wasn't home. I texted my mom asked where they are and apparently they off to Slim River(Perak) where my aunt is having a kenduri there. My dad did asked me to come along with them, he called when i was at school this morning. I kindda said NO to my dad cz i don't wanna go. But he forced me to go and told me to call him back so that he'll fetch me from school. Well actually i didnt call him back cz i just dont wanna follow them. Plus, i wanna help out my classmates decorate class. I didn't expect they are just gonna leave me just like that -.- So yes im alone. Pffttt. Anyways, i watch The Time Traveler's Wife just now but im not really sure what the story is all about. But it's a sad story. The husband died at the end. Sad. I didn't watch from the beginning that's why i dont really understand the story XD &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got bored and webcam-whoring for awhile. Now i think im just gonna play Sims 3. It has been awhile since i last played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plenty of movies are coming out. MUST WATCH! especially Battle Los Angeles. And planning to go to karaoke someday. Probably with Syarihan since she asked me to go with her few times d. Since it has been months we didn't hangout together :O Yeah kindda disappointed.&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/5012000384560264815-5047040394970111446?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5047040394970111446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/didnt-expect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5047040394970111446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5047040394970111446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/didnt-expect.html' title='No one'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2OCmA9rlg0/TXsvAGbLmTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pbB5W_5fkls/s72-c/Snapshot_20110312_23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7001234912558063703</id><published>2011-03-10T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:47:11.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Exam's out holiday's in babyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 days of sufferring :O Finally last paper just finished today XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't wanna tell how was my life doing during exam, totally miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past is past let's talk about what's happening next :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally can play volleyball :) Ahhh i miss training. Tmorrow is the dayy muahahhaa xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for today, after reached home from school, I followed dad went out for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah he's not working now. He took 3 days off. You know why? He got into a hospital few days ago. 1 night spent time at hospital lucky my mom accompanied him for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, he got into hospital due to high cholesterol i think -.- or something about asthma. Yes! Asthma! He had to do a conology process if im not mistaken -.- I dont remember what's the name of the process. But the process is to check my dad's heart if there's any blockage in my dad's heart. using a TUBE! yuksss. Luckily, my dad got zero blockage. Thank god. If my dad had a blockage, unfortunately he would have to go through an operation. Lucky no blockage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is why he's at home for the past 3 days geezz -.- HAHA. So yeah. That's the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to previous story -.- my dad and i went out had lunch and went to get a haircut. Both of us -.- I planned to just trim my hair by shorten it a bit. But the lady misunderstood i suppose and she cut my hair SHORTT. Shorter than what i expected!!! I wanted to said 'not too short' but she already cut my hair i guess it is TOO LATE. I know i should have said it earlier. I mean if I knew lahh she'll cut that short -.- It looks ugly at first but once she was done my hair looks just fine. But shorter than i wanted it to be pfftt. But oh well it's okay. It'll grow back anyway no worries :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i got home, i grabbed my mom's laptop and locked myself up in the room and cam-whoring, hahhahaha so gedik xp and used variety of effects XD Here's the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57mJB5iAITs/TXihgIxwzzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/8lp7Pump_KU/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57mJB5iAITs/TXihgIxwzzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/8lp7Pump_KU/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582389311609818930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HX0ma8rYYl4/TXihd3eXiVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ayCzijs3jlY/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HX0ma8rYYl4/TXihd3eXiVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ayCzijs3jlY/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582389272605329746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bczVZ0xqBb8/TXihatHSSdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/E_tnrJ6mBvY/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bczVZ0xqBb8/TXihatHSSdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/E_tnrJ6mBvY/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582389218284554706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUucc0LFrl0/TXihX_R71FI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3dzNSda6b1k/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUucc0LFrl0/TXihX_R71FI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3dzNSda6b1k/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582389171621450834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's my new haircut. Not so bad la aite? Anyways, im out of here. FB time :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7001234912558063703?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7001234912558063703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/yippiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7001234912558063703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7001234912558063703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/yippiiii.html' title='Yippiiii'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57mJB5iAITs/TXihgIxwzzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/8lp7Pump_KU/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-516033393292287177</id><published>2011-03-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:25:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckaahhh</title><content type='html'>My first test is on this Tuesday. And i'm not fully prepared yet! I only study Add Maths most of the time. Maybe it's just because i like maths? Errr. Isshhh. Sejarah haven't read anything also. Guess what, my sej teacher said if we don't get 90% and above for Sejarah, she'll ask us to do A FOLIO. How sucks is that? Ahhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my Physics teacher pulak, she said if we get A for Physics she'll give us Rm10 to each of us if we manage to get an A in this first test which i think it is impossible. HAHA. To me yes maybe but to those smart people NO it is not impossible to get an A for Physics for this first test. But how to score if evrytime during Physics class, evryone like sleeping? SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well. We'll just wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Btw, i had fun with my volleyball mates and our coach as it's coach's birthday today and we celebrated during training this afternoon. They were throwing cakes and drinks. Yuksss wastage occurs. Haha. Gosshh i love them. Because they are just fun to hangout with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i should start studying, starting from tomorrow since i don't have much time. Been busy so yes. I hope i can catch up all the subjects that will be coming out on exam cz i kinda like fall asleep during chemistry class due to her voice that can put us to sleep XD Eventho if i was listening to her i just couldnt understand a word she says cz she talks very slow as she's talking to herself. No joke -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh screw all this. I'll try to do my best la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-516033393292287177?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/516033393292287177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/suckaahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/516033393292287177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/516033393292287177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/suckaahhh.html' title='Suckaahhh'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-2788829125545043716</id><published>2011-03-01T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:53:09.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like shit now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, i must say after the cheer competition in Subang, a lot of things has happened to me. It has been crazy time for me. My schedule so packed. Since no more cheer, no more cheer practice, i can finally breath properly. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first test is just next week which i haven't prepared a thing. Dont mention it. I'm so gonna fail if i dont study at all. Especially add maths. Im so gonna die :O I can't even focus anymore. I am not in a study mood. Really. I'll tell u why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLlcI5aliio/TW0U8bVeVrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PxHXho2rgwM/s1600/184844_106767092736338_100002091421997_64820_2737956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLlcI5aliio/TW0U8bVeVrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PxHXho2rgwM/s320/184844_106767092736338_100002091421997_64820_2737956_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579138541744445106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why,  life is just like shit now. Lemme repeat. LIKE SHIT. I know shit happens. I have to understand that. And i'm so fucked up right now. Many things happened between me and my bf. I knew these things are gonna happen one day :'( I should stay single in the first place. I should've think twice before making decisions. This is stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stress out right now. So is he. Maybe we both just stress out and keep on arguing these past few days. FUCK. I hate this. I know his problem is bigger than any of mine but i feel hurt right now. After what he said. I'm not gonna tell u guys what he said. I just keep it to myself. It's better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna do smthng to clear out my mind. Just one shot. So that i'll feel a bit relieved. As long as it wont affect my studies. I just have to get this out of my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I curse so much these days. I'm becoming more rude to ppl. Arghhh.    ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't describe my feelings by words anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever i say, whatever i'm trying to tell him, he'll assume that i'm being sarcastic. I know me with being sarcasm most of the time. But i take it seriously about this stuff. I don't make joke about this stuff. This stuff as in 'our relationship' la. I just don't get it. Yes i don't understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really don't. I really can't see him for right now. Really can't. Enough said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/5012000384560264815-2788829125545043716?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2788829125545043716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/lifes-like-shit-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2788829125545043716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2788829125545043716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/03/lifes-like-shit-now.html' title='Life&apos;s like shit now.'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLlcI5aliio/TW0U8bVeVrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PxHXho2rgwM/s72-c/184844_106767092736338_100002091421997_64820_2737956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5549553722751349952</id><published>2011-02-13T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T04:05:44.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could have been better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night was well planned to go for cheer practice this morning. But turned out they were having practice at shah alam sec 19. I couldnt come as i have no transport.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah today is pretty much bored day for me. As i was saying in the last post i'll be doing my homeworks, study and stuff today but heck none of them i didn't do. Why? Because i'm not in my best mood to do it, feel like going out instead. But dont know with who. I called sya to save my day but she was tired after taking driving test earlier so i let her rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here i am, keep on and off my laptop while eating chocolate cadbury trying to make myself fatter and wondering what to do besides online. So yeah i got fucked up because of suffering from boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;God, I wish i have a guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I shall buy one *saving money right now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, i'm kindda in love with Grenade acoustic song. To me, acoustic is way better than the original one. Not to say it is way better but it sounds more cool in acoustic. I keep on repeating that song hundreds of time already, i mean for TODAY. yeahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you guys know, tmrrow is 14th of Feb. And it is VALENTINE'S DAY. Is it just me or is it going to be just another fucking boring day? I'm glad for those who are in relationship. I bet a lots of them gonna get flowers from their boyfie. How sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54c4x4qVwcM/TVfIq_L813I/AAAAAAAAAeI/-adcLJ2snoI/s1600/Valentines-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54c4x4qVwcM/TVfIq_L813I/AAAAAAAAAeI/-adcLJ2snoI/s320/Valentines-Day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573143704735897458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-5549553722751349952?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5549553722751349952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/could-have-been-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5549553722751349952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5549553722751349952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/could-have-been-better.html' title='Could have been better'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54c4x4qVwcM/TVfIq_L813I/AAAAAAAAAeI/-adcLJ2snoI/s72-c/Valentines-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7390542038531164948</id><published>2011-02-12T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:15:57.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to Sze Xian's house, one of my vb's mate for a party. It was chaos but fun. Haha. Some of them were playing piano, and we all sang along. It was like a group of choir HAHA. It was awesome and others were playing cards. Black jack and we played bluff :p and yeah much more. I brought sausage, and french fries there as it was a pot luck party :) We put on fireworks too. I mean them. Haha. It was beautiful. Gosshh :S After 12, most of them left home but as for us, we went to the playground nearby to play firecracker. I recorded it haha. But im so lazy to upload it here. Heeee. All vb peeps were also there except for coach. Sze xian invited him but he couldnt come. It would be more fun if he was there XD Well here are the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_docYbidBmU/TVbGyivS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/w3U3-wWMgHI/s1600/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_docYbidBmU/TVbGyivS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/w3U3-wWMgHI/s320/IMG_2441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572860160538500498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nafieq playing piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_docYbidBmU/TVbGyivS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/w3U3-wWMgHI/s1600/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdw77LkeyTQ/TVbGqjZN5gI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cO79b2EzPCY/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572860023275382274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COAQ7nAwOg4/TVbGQhMuSqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TuRmW_p7zO0/s1600/IMG_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COAQ7nAwOg4/TVbGQhMuSqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TuRmW_p7zO0/s320/IMG_2459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572859576009509538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my vb mates &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKrwYVYLjBY/TVbE8xd0tOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Yerns2GoZ3o/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572858137267188962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fireworks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-502ikGSF7l4/TVbDxox_vdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/B5xeZegDLQE/s1600/IMG_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-502ikGSF7l4/TVbDxox_vdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/B5xeZegDLQE/s1600/IMG_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-502ikGSF7l4/TVbDxox_vdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/B5xeZegDLQE/s320/IMG_2477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572856846445690322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J04PWKUu90k/TVbC6lfnohI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/q6BhWQwQYDA/s320/IMG_2486.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572855900670501394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOBBY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWuSa7cQi5k/TVbDNOy0kHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/23uQ0V2OCDk/s1600/IMG_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctNVq3rqfaU/TVbCw-93W2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/PTdTah_uqS4/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctNVq3rqfaU/TVbCw-93W2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/PTdTah_uqS4/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572855735709555554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and gabriel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGhZnOqkInc/TVbCevrkDXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vDGrTMgwskk/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572855422368615794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYSSS, i have started tuition weh! since last thursday night :) Yeah this is my first time i go to tuition since i got into high school. Even PMR i studied on my own. Well i dont think SPM i can redden my brains to answer those questions cz SPM is wayyy harder than PMR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The maths teacher is very funny wehh haha. It's kindda fun he made us laugh a lot. So yeah i decided to take that tuition. I registered that night itself and already filled up the form but yet havent paid the fees. Haha. I even haven't told my dad bout it yet. Will do soon :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arr i wanna go to my dentist appointment. I postponed it for too long edyy. Gotta call them. Noooo i'll ask my dad to do it. Ouhh tmrrow is sunday, since i won't be doing anything, im just gonna do my homeworks. Or study :) Pheww *why am i so rajin here?* Goshh what's happening to dila? XDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5012000384560264815-7390542038531164948?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7390542038531164948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7390542038531164948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7390542038531164948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-party.html' title='CNY Party'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_docYbidBmU/TVbGyivS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/w3U3-wWMgHI/s72-c/IMG_2441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-912470797140332417</id><published>2011-02-09T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T07:12:25.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing</title><content type='html'>I am moodless right now. Suffering from period pain wehhhh :( And my lips hurt so badly. Allergic i think! It was bleeding when i was at school. Errr. And stress thinking of whether to join cheerleading this year or not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well actually, my mom doesnt really like me joining cheerleading. She asked me to quit before. Yeahh i know sad right? But still i can join without her knowing :p *evil* Now me myself, do not know how because i'm quite busy with volleyball training as i'm the captain of team so i have to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cheer teammates is going to a cheer competition end of this month. Effie, my captain wants me to join so badly and i'm still considering it. I can drop vb for 2 weeks for cheer right? but the thing is can we make ourself prepare for the competition in this short time period? CAN WE? It's kindda too late now but why not give it a try right? I'm really confuse now. Pressureeee mannnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i really have to find a tuition cz i dont want cheer, vb or other stuff affect my studies. My friend did recommend me a tuition. 2 places of tuition actually. And both are in the night time. I mean only 1 of the tuition is in the night time while the other one is otherwise!! so i cant go to that tuition cz the schedule is on the afternoon after school and it is definitely gonna clash with my training times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehh guys guess what i miss doing homeworks. Can u guys believe it? Yeahh really. And guess what again, imma finish all my previous homeworks. And i feel so excited!! Goshh im so random. Okay nite ppl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-912470797140332417?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/912470797140332417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/confusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/912470797140332417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/912470797140332417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/confusing.html' title='Confusing'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5897213307575494558</id><published>2011-02-07T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T07:19:48.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Really had quality times with family at Pulau Tioman this CNY holiday :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drive there. Didn't take flight as all the flight were fully booked. It took more than 5 hours to reach Mersing where the ferry departure are located. To get to Tioman Island side laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh, i hate ferry very much!!!! Dislike ferry from now on :( The waves was billow. I throwed up. Luckily they provided us plastic bag. Damn they were so many ppl throwed up in the ferry -.- Most of us cannot tahan the great waves. Isshh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached there around 3.30pm. We were behind schedule actually and it was quite late when we checked in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long journey to Tioman Island finally we get some rest. It was tiring. That evening we went out to the beach and to the pool. While mom and dad resting in the room we were enjoying swimming haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we went snorkeling. We had funnnnn. Ohh fishy fishyyyy :p The sea was so blue yet so deep. The boat took us to 4 places for snorkeling. The coral reef were so beautiful seriously no joking!! We feed the fishes too and it was awesomeeee XD they're so cute and adorableee man, arghh feel like bringing them home but cant :p I took pictures of them though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped by at Salang had lunch there eventho it's quite expensive there but the food are not bad also. Continued snorkeling to other places soon after that. After few hours of immersing ourselves in water, we went back to hotel and evryone were lying down like dying eady xp too tired. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for the last day, we didn't do anything much just enjoying the view and enjoying one last moment at the hotel. Swimming and took pictures at the beach too. Me and my sis even played the slide during swimming :D Even my dad tried it! Twice! Haha. We were so like kiddishh that time :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no much activities to do there because the island is not that big to be explore :D It's just a small island. An island in the middle of the sea. Scary. Don't you think? haha. Wanted to to go around the town but we dont have any transportation. What we did only spent our time at the beach and snorkeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We packed our stuffs before checking out. We went to get our complimentary drinks that we got free from the hotel and captured some beautiful pictures of the sea before leaving :(( Soo pretty laa the island :) So blueeeee-ishhh haha xD Ohh i've collected some shells too!!! Aww really nice you know. Loving them! And i'm making them my collection. Awesomeee :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for our ferry, we had good times in the guest room :) Guest room is the place where the games are places. What i mean games are, arcade, pool, snooker, video games and etc. Me, dad and sisters got the chance to play pool while waiting cz we waited quite long you know 3 hours i suppose. We had great times tgther ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was okay laa not bad. Now i let the pictures do the talking! kays? Do click the pic to view it. Well i dont have to let u know, i bet u guys know how it works right? pfftt haha okay. Till then~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAYffDn_4I/AAAAAAAAAag/IOI2vdvzuoQ/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570979668249018242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Before taking ferry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAYpMvM5kI/AAAAAAAAAao/2wbhbznGn68/s320/page2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570979835130209858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZFIN8jzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BkWyBVt6b2A/s320/page3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980314953322290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of our hotel that we stayed. Chalet to be exact. Berjaya Resort Tioman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZI9BwQuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_dklr7lmkwE/s320/page4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980380668871394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking at the beach with crazy sisters :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZMxGTzXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8nXAnFqucQk/s320/page5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980446186229106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZR_jFOrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IS4x9u9MMww/s320/page6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980535964351154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZWSlZA2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rLQJSLLvPRc/s320/page7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980609793786722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZaztiBYI/AAAAAAAAAbY/c8QnAu14Oqs/s320/page8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980687405778306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZe83dN7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/7oVLw_wnQRs/s320/page9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980758582802354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZv2naLEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X_1UnUH9kTM/s320/page11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981048962657346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZjWr_aMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xuCKwcNhckc/s320/page10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980834233510082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Salang. The place that we stopped by to get some food &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZ0pUU2_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/HST4kpRhyK8/s320/page12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981131292302322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZ5XkBvgI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Xs1u9dSk66Q/s320/page13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981212425666050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAZ9UxqglI/AAAAAAAAAcI/CROM-FReIMs/s320/page14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981280397034066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhoring in room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAaB3pj66I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hSSIx49h23Q/s320/page15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981358477765538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sea~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAaG4chOGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kH4kuUPYDKE/s320/page16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981444590844002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAaMaPDmhI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0eYRy8-a8GA/s320/page17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981539560528402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The slide was funnnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAaQx0OGwI/AAAAAAAAAco/lYTmTIgar_A/s320/page18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981614609898242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAejihuR3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/2mZjXzzSuyA/s1600/page19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAejihuR3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/2mZjXzzSuyA/s320/page19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570986334969808754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was after checking out. Look at the shells! Aren't they pretty? I mean gorgeous? I mean super duper cute? haha wtv XDD&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/5012000384560264815-5897213307575494558?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5897213307575494558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-quality-times-with-family-at-pulau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5897213307575494558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5897213307575494558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-quality-times-with-family-at-pulau.html' title=''/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TVAYffDn_4I/AAAAAAAAAag/IOI2vdvzuoQ/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-2724557165673334509</id><published>2011-01-30T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:22:58.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what i expected</title><content type='html'>Having cough, running nose, flu and sore throat! Arghh this is not good at all :( Really hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh i miss my bubu very much :( No calls or message. His name still haven't turned up on my phone. Haihh sad. I feel lonely. And i'm scared too. Or maybe i'm just too emo-ing? Hmmm seriously no clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-2724557165673334509?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2724557165673334509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-what-i-expected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2724557165673334509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2724557165673334509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-what-i-expected.html' title='Not what i expected'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7655046569405032928</id><published>2011-01-28T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T08:27:34.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait</title><content type='html'>CNY is only few days away. So i wanna wish CNY to all chinese ppl. Have a blast okay! As for me, me and my fmily are going vacation. Oh gosshh really can't wait. After all the searching of hotels and most of them are fully booked then we finally found a hotel is quite cheap and seems comfortable. And it is a Tioman Island. Yes we've never been there before so yeah it's our first time :) When my dad was making reservation only 4 rooms left. We're so lucky :D We will be going on Thursday and will be back on Saturday. 2 nights. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, there are no good movies in cinema right now. BORING. Damn :( Most of the movies are chinese movies. Isshhh :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, my ex bf is trying to get back with me. AGAIN. He said he regret for all the things he has done to me. He asked me for ONE LAST CHANCE. I gave him more than 1 chance before even more than 2 chances! I gave him so many chances to fix things right but he kept repeating the same thing again. He screwed up. I realized me and him are never gonna work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long distance relationship is tough. I really can't trust him anymore as he hurt me so many times and at that moment also i kept giving him chances. He didn't appreciate what i gave to him. But all the things had happened between me and him was 1 year ago not recently la. I mean please! He said he still has feelings for me? Don't you ever think getting back to me eventho I forgave u for wht u did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i told him i'm in relationship now. Me and my bf are happy tghther and asked him to respect our relationship. He says okay but he'll still wait for me. I cant forget what he has done to me. He never knew what i felt at that moment as I was suffering. I don't want to repeat the same mistake again. Enough is enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7655046569405032928?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7655046569405032928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7655046569405032928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7655046569405032928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-176072143426825850</id><published>2011-01-24T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:40:58.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unable</title><content type='html'>It is sad when you want to tell or share something with people but you're unable to do so because of certain reasons that people can't know about. I have to be patient. I am making my best effort to deal with it but it just so hard and no one knows how it feels. Feels like giving up but I keep telling myself DON'T&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-176072143426825850?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/176072143426825850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/unable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/176072143426825850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/176072143426825850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/unable.html' title='Unable'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-4690803146451321024</id><published>2011-01-22T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:40:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was paid off</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been awhile since I updated my last post. And sorry because i don't have the time to update my blog or go online. Really miss blogging :S I have been busy with school projects, works and etc. It's like so many things going on right now. Okay let see what i've been working on this week:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon went to school for volleyball training. Went back and do some homeworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tues,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with a friend to buy some stuff, that afternoon went school for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wed,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon went to group discussion at Li Li's house with priyankka to do our presentation thingy and since we got so mny things to do example like we have to do our own notes sej from 7 pages of sej textbook (I KNOW RIGHT!!!!) yeah so Li Li decided to asked me and priyankka to stayed over at her house for 1 night. So i went home just to get my stuff then back to Li Li's. So me, Li Li and priyankka stayed up the whole night. Okayy not really the whole night la ahah. Li Li's mom bought Mcd for supper.  We stayed up until 2.45am doing all the homeworks (all subject got homeworks I KNOW RIGHT!!!) We decided to stop soon after that because it was quite late d since we were doing works from evening, non-stop :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up around 7.15 just to go out went jogging and get some fresh air. Haha. Well it's not wrong to release our stress by going jogging right? :p Pheww it was tiring but we felt releaved cz we get to release some stress and pressure though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had breakfast and rest for awhile before took bath and sang few songs with Li Li playing piano. Haha. OMG Li Li's dog is soooo cuteeeeeee. I mean err or damn. I felt like touching him but can't :( He's a smart smart smart dog i've ever met in my whole life! Good boy oreo! (the dog's name :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After took bath we continued doing works and stopped for lunch. Melissa came and had lunch with us too because we asked her to come since her house is only nearby :D (our classmate too) and we did sej hw. We catched a movie too. Despicable Me! I've watched it before. I just wanna watch it again because it's so cuteeeee :p Then Li Li ordered Dominos that afternoon. I eat too much that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah i know. After all the jogging, we ordered Dominos some more. It's like we burnt our fats and end up adding more fats again agaggaga. HAHA. We walked Mel home. And stopped by at the park to took some pictures of us together. We had a great time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after that, Priyankka headed home too. So me and Li Li went back and webcaming while waiting for my sis to fetch me. It was funny because we used a lot of effects! haha. Yeah it was fun. But the pictures arent with me. Li Li have it. She'll upload soon on fb. And i'll post the picture yeah :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to damansara, teman a friend of mine there. And hangout at Ali Cafe and had lunch there damn the food there so nice yummyy. That afternoon headed to school for volleyball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for today, school was having merentas desa, and yeah i got num 73 for under 18 girls. Arghh i know i suck :( i was so slow! Because i didn't take my dinner the night before because mom didnt cook :( sad. So i didnt have the energy to run, and felt like fainted but i didnt thank god. I reached school safely :p haha. I shall aim for top 20 next year! SENIOR YEAR! oh i will! As for the penyampaian hadiah, it was so chaos! All the students were so damn fucking noisy. There i said it. They just can't shut their mouth even for 1 sec! Seriously. The penyampaian hadiah started quite late. So had to wait. I slept for while. Haha! even it was noisy yeah that is how tired i am okay. Geezz. Later afta that, we dismissed around 11.45 i think. afta reached home my sister pulak ajak me teman her to go to KL. So i only get to rest for 1 hour. So TECHNICALLY i haven't really rest since got home from merentas desa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back home. Online untill now. Now is like 1.30 in the morning. Arghhh yeah i need to rest, i should go. And tmrrow having friendly match volleyball at Subang some more yayy. Till then~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-4690803146451321024?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4690803146451321024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/4690803146451321024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/4690803146451321024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/tired.html' title='It was paid off'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-2946043020054425299</id><published>2011-01-16T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:40:52.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me go lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TTMfhhTDujI/AAAAAAAAAaM/BvpaRiJdUTQ/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TTMfhhTDujI/AAAAAAAAAaM/BvpaRiJdUTQ/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562824625467144754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a good day with family at Sunway today. We accompanied dad find a laptop in Sunway exhibition center, Megatex. Finally bought one at last after a long walk as i can't tahan any longer in there because it was damn damn cold :O And i hate it. Yeah, i hate it when my surroundings is too cold. I just don't like it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The laptop is a Hp brand. Same as my sister's. He already has a laptop but that one is for work while the one he just bought is for his new work now, Business Online which he's gonna do it with mom. So my mom is part of it too. And the laptop is theirs. Lucky her haha :p &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, i bought new school bag and a headphone :p We spent quality times playing bowling too. As usual, dad got 1st place while me in 3rd place out of 4. Haha. We dropped by at A&amp;amp;W for light meals before went home. I just love their Root beer float D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhuh, tomrrow school. Like errhh i'm damn lazy to go. Got sej some more! Yeah i know, i sound miserable. Well I AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s I miss my boyfriend so much :( I feel like he's far away from meeeeeeeeeeeeee arghhh&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/5012000384560264815-2946043020054425299?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2946043020054425299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/had-good-day-with-family-at-sunway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2946043020054425299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2946043020054425299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/had-good-day-with-family-at-sunway.html' title='It makes me go lalala'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TTMfhhTDujI/AAAAAAAAAaM/BvpaRiJdUTQ/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7410382967578396781</id><published>2011-01-13T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:04:21.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens</title><content type='html'>Argue argue argue again. Like seriously i hate it. Arguing about stupid stuff and maybe yes we carry it way too seriously, to small prob become BIG now. This isn't right. Maybe i am the one who need to change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not healthy for our relationship if me and him keep doing the same thing over and over again. Sick of this stupid argument! Why is it so hard?! I really have no idea what to do now. Yes maybe you are right, i don't know how to take care ppl's feelings :( Hate myself right now seriously not kidding. So fucked up right now as i dunno what to do to fix it and make things better. It's just sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe we need some time apart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7410382967578396781?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7410382967578396781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7410382967578396781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7410382967578396781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6043819977386046071</id><published>2011-01-12T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T07:56:54.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thnks for the lecture eventho i wasn't listening</title><content type='html'>School getting boring day by day. Because teacher didn't come to our class. I mean we don't really study these past few days. Been busy managing the textbooks. Like erh seriously we don't study biology at all. We even haven't started YET. But it's okayy. Mr.Suresh will start teaching us soon. Next week i think? o.O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class and 4 sastera 1 went to PMD in dewan tertutup today. PMD is  a Program Maju Diri. The lecturing was about your careers in the future and have to know further bout them. Sounds boring? Well it is. It was dead boring. I was dying inside there for 2 hours. So did Priyankka, tiara and my other classmates. We got bored till we had a little chit chat on a paper that so-called 'MSN paper' (Priyankka named it XD) whereas we were just sitting next to each other.Yup we such as me, Priyankka, and Tiara. Yes we were THAT desperate. Huh. Damn. We have to go through the PMD every year. But last year was better and much fun than this year's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't attend latihan merentas desa today at school as i went out somewhere else. Haha. Will be going next week though. Sigh* it must be tiring. Wish i don't have to join it but it's a must. Hishh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6043819977386046071?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6043819977386046071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/thnks-for-lecture-eventho-i-wasnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6043819977386046071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6043819977386046071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/thnks-for-lecture-eventho-i-wasnt.html' title='Thnks for the lecture eventho i wasn&apos;t listening'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6384090033510806741</id><published>2011-01-09T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:18:41.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Heyyy there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;div&gt;I just got back from my granma's house in Sg.Buloh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that today is pretty bored day cz didn't do anythng much at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just helping my dad shopped some groceries this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do homeworks too in the evening :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd did some too but didn't finish it up as i was very sleepy last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went online for awhile just to update my Baking Life pffttt :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock is ticking, and kindda late d now is like 1.19am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here i am still awake surfing the net wasting my time here HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole family are still awake too. Yes bad example i know -.- aha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;i&gt;Monday &lt;/i&gt;already&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; The day that we usually have to listen &lt;strike&gt;principle's lecture.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupp, imagine how boring that is? Even I can sleep. Well never do that before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall try once :D Prefects won't notice hahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, guess what? Tomorrow all the students in my class has to bring our textbooks to schoool back which we just got them last Thursday. FEW DAYS AGO! dah la all the textbooks are damn heavy weh! And tomorrow we all have to carry those books to school &lt;b&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/b&gt; just because our stupid mistakes. Yeah as i mentioned 'our mistake'. There are some problems actually. Till we made our class teacher angry of us. He was very mad as some of us took some extra books home and others didn't get theirs. So kaboom! just because of that we have to bring all the textbooks and re-count the books cz probably some of us accidentally took some extra books and now others don't have enough textbooks. Sigh -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonnahhh be tiring. Arrggghh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sleep now ppl, wish i dont go to school tmrrow :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okayy, that's all chiaoo :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6384090033510806741?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6384090033510806741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-whattttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6384090033510806741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6384090033510806741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-whattttt.html' title='Oh my'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-8188545572258883238</id><published>2011-01-08T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:06:55.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello peeps, it has been few days since i last blogged. Well i'm just lazy to update my blog every-single-day. I have a life too okayy :p Well let's start with 1st day of school shall we. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day was okay i think -.- A bit boring to be exact pfftt. I got into 4 science 3. Priyankka and Li Li are in my class too, thank god :) So the next day we got a form and got to choose what class we want to change into. Well y i wanted to change to sub-science class and take accounts. But most of my friends said account is quite hard so i changed my mind. I didn't shift to other classes took biology subject instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class teacher is Mr.Suresh. Err he's can be weird sometimes. No joke :p Making weird voices everytime no one respond to what he says psshh haha. Few days later, Reena, Mellissa, Alya, Maira shift to my class. Weee :D Friendly ppl got into my class yay haha. At least i have friends that i know in my class. Lucky i'm not one of those ppl who doesn't have friends in class D: Pity them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We already have homeworks on the first day of school. I mean gosh! seriously! Most of my teachers said "Don't think form 4 year is a honeymoon year aahh!" Every teacher said the same thing. Yeah it's true. Form 4 is the basic for SPM and what we're gonna learn in this year have to carry it to next year. Geezz man. Just hope i'll do well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright enough with school. Getting headache d haha pfftt :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days ago went out to OU with Effie and Sya. Didn't do anything much. Went to arcade. Hahahhaha. It was fun though! I mean very. It was quite empty cz weekdays maa where got ppl come to the mall. We had fun xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TShu_ii381I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xla_N9m5RPk/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TShu_ii381I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xla_N9m5RPk/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559815777872769874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TShuwLfDL2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ix9dDEoBxKo/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559815513984675682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TShubYNO1jI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9HdmyV1lU7o/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TShubYNO1jI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9HdmyV1lU7o/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559815156622349874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TSht9vLferI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1qlmcS1aJ6c/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559814647392991922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for today, ermm supposed to attend co-curriculum meeting this morning at school. Didn't go though as i was very very lazy to wake up and none of my family wanted to send me early in the morning. Well didn't ask them first pun haha :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm not joining any Badan Beruniform cz i lost the registration form. So i do not know what to do or how. I can't just simply give my name to guru penasihat right? Have to give the registration form too which i don't have it with me. Left it somewhere when i was registering my Permainan :p Well i can say that i am currently not in any Badan Beruniform, even if i do i'm not really gonna attend those activites. I'm just not into it. SORRY xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally i have new noticeboard in my room! It's a wooden notice board not a white board btw. Got it from IKEA last year. I mean 1 months ago xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this year is not gonna be easy as i thought it would be. Not gonna be a honeymoon year which i thought it will be x( Well dream on baby. I really gotta work hard this year :( Yes dila feel it now! Plus, i'm in science stream some more. Science is not easy. Really gotta find a tuition. Couldn't study by myself which it's not gonna happen. It's not easy as PMR so yeah, f*ck that. Argghhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed my layout btw if you haven't noticed :D I know it looks childish, butttt who cares! It is colourful as u can see xD Others are not really pretty or interesting to look at, so i pick this one la. Hmphh well i will change again soon when i found the right ones yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i wanna go off d. Got some homeworks to do. Bleehhh. Gudnite fellows. Peace yaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-8188545572258883238?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/8188545572258883238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8188545572258883238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8188545572258883238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning-of-2011.html' title='Beginning of 2011'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TShu_ii381I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xla_N9m5RPk/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5546873537340557964</id><published>2010-12-30T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:09:18.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in form 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello fellows~ New year is just 1 day away! Gaahhh. Time flies so fast :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my mom and i went to school and bought books this morning. I checked the class list and looked up what class am i in too. Well, i got into science class. As for my close friend Syarihan. She got into sastera class. We're not gonna be in the same class anymore errr how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopped school stuff too. Wouldn't you feel great when u wear all new to school? New uniform, new shoes and yeah others too! Gaahhh I feel awesome man feel like can't wait for school pulak haha weird right feel semangat all of a sudden when got new uniform! Well me and mom didn't just buy my school's stuff we shopped other things too hahahaha. Had a great day today. Had a great day too yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRy0cS-ZiHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fqu0oTI9uiI/s320/shopday2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556514438491244658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched movie My soul to take with some friends at sunway yesterday. But didn't do anything much afta that just had light meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRyz4-4G80I/AAAAAAAAAZU/2gdOC4ANN7I/s320/tgi.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556513831800730434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umphh tmrrow might going to shop again with family. Dad has so mny things to buy. So am i pffftt menyibuk je. New year new things ha? I haven't bought stationary yet! school's bag too! :p  since dad wanna shop tmrrow why don't i take the opportunity to shop too :D I'm so bad hahahaha. Oh my, i;m so sleepy o.0 i haven't slept or rest since i got home this evening. I should go to bed. Goodnight! Byeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-5546873537340557964?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5546873537340557964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-in-form-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5546873537340557964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5546873537340557964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-in-form-4.html' title='Me in form 4'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRy0cS-ZiHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fqu0oTI9uiI/s72-c/shopday2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7755610392620510754</id><published>2010-12-26T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:38:13.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna miss them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRdvMOZzOAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mGHADjPOwBE/s1600/164017_1778772031523_1306076517_32006282_1005096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRdvMOZzOAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mGHADjPOwBE/s320/164017_1778772031523_1306076517_32006282_1005096_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555030921200220162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to bbq party last night at sec20 with Zenith, my cheer team. We celebrating Zaa's birthday. Plus, sharm, zul and hasif are going to their college back which we can't see them often afta this. Awww :( But they're away to study right so study hard yea guys? Take care of yourself :p Any of us didn't even bring a camera that night haha. So we didn't take pictures much. We used zul's phone instead. Gonna miss those unforgettable moments. Gaahhhh D: ♥&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pot luck. So each of us brought food for the bbq. I brought cupcakes. Made evry name of them on each cupcake. Well you can see the pic there. Zaa got 2 cakes that night. 1 from us and another one was from her bf wishing happy anniversary. Awwww :p We were throwing cakes, the creams and water :3 Haha. But i didn't throw all those creamy thingy, I ran away from it instead cz i didn't want to get dirty. But at the end i also kene one geezzz haha but we had fun though. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for a great time guys after all we've been through together :') ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7755610392620510754?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7755610392620510754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/gonna-miss-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7755610392620510754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7755610392620510754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/gonna-miss-them.html' title='Gonna miss them'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRdvMOZzOAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mGHADjPOwBE/s72-c/164017_1778772031523_1306076517_32006282_1005096_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-557058076972861241</id><published>2010-12-24T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:44:13.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel glad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm very happy as i got good results for PMR yesterday. Yeah went to school with Syarihan. I was really nervous, especially when i saw my class teacher Pn.Abibah and getting more nervous when i walk closer to her. My heart beating really fast! Finally got my results from her! &lt;i&gt;5A 3B&lt;/i&gt;. I was kindda shocked because the result was so an unexpected. I never, yeah 'NEVER' expect for 5A's. Seriously :O Eventho i didn't get straight A's still i'm happy for getting good results. To be honest i thought i'm gonna get 1 or 2A's only. Turned out 5A's! I'm proud of myself. So does my mom. My dad too. My whole family too! :D They congratulate me soon as i told them about my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Till now i still can't believe it. Truth to be told, i didn't work and study hard before exam. I mean i studied like i use to study for exams. I even joined cheer this year and it's not easy to divide times between study and cheer and i didn't even go to tuition! Haha. One of my friend is proud of me because even i joined cheerleading i still can achieved 5A's. Thank you babe ♥ I still can't beat my sister though. She got 6A's when she was my age. Haishh. I shall work harder and beat her in SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well whatever it is, here are my results;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BM  - A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BI    - A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MATH - A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SCI  - B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SEJ  - B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GEO - A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KH - A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AGAMA - B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As you can see i got B for agama. How embarrassing haha -.- However, dad&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; brought us dinner at Victoria Station in USJ taht night for celebrating my results haha :D My family and i had a great night. Love yah dad! But i do have 1 more request haha. I wanna go vacation with my friend this monday. Just for 1 night. Well i haven't asked my dad yet about it. Hope can lor :/ Plus, school is opening soon. Really gotta enjoy these few days before school starting. I mean, really. Haven't bought school stuffs with mom yet. Dunno when. Probably this weekend. Grrrr boring wanna go buy myself if i could or with someone :p Haha. Naahhh he's busy nowadays :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One of my cheer teammate is having BBQ tmrrow night with my cheer team. It's a pot luck. Excited to go cz some of them are gonna off to studying. Well, evryone has to go study in UITM or college someday. I will. I guess. Haha. Maybe i'm going and gonna bring some food which i think i'll just bring cupcakes cz that's the only thing i can bake at home by myself than wasting money buy outside food D: Hurmm but i may be gonna buy some snacks kot -.- cz i dont have snack at home so i guess i have to buy it. But i have no more money $$$ Gonna die wehh haha. Well see how laa :p Till then~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These pictures are taken last night during dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thnks again to dad :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRj-iKX3MI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9pkwCNzI9Ys/s1600/163066_1706965401256_1451687815_1802602_7044928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRj-iKX3MI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9pkwCNzI9Ys/s320/163066_1706965401256_1451687815_1802602_7044928_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554174166428015810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRj6nzxLjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JAdQCHgt40k/s320/58028_1706968081323_1451687815_1802606_4916902_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554174099224342066" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRj2-fPn9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/_ZewOCkj2G4/s1600/74684_1706968401331_1451687815_1802607_2988024_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRj2-fPn9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/_ZewOCkj2G4/s320/74684_1706968401331_1451687815_1802607_2988024_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554174036592795602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRjxA12ewI/AAAAAAAAAYY/awTojGIhSag/s320/163421_1706967601311_1451687815_1802605_901921_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554173934145272578" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my steak :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRjtQ_4E0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/l-jgcS5oIQk/s1600/163466_1706966681288_1451687815_1802604_6796662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRjtQ_4E0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/l-jgcS5oIQk/s320/163466_1706966681288_1451687815_1802604_6796662_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554173869762810690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRjhyFhWcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ifyftqjcq6M/s320/163017_1706968761340_1451687815_1802608_5250759_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554173672486427074" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me ans my sista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRjaA1wqMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_D8CCYLVhBM/s1600/156766_1706969441357_1451687815_1802609_7786163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRjaA1wqMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_D8CCYLVhBM/s320/156766_1706969441357_1451687815_1802609_7786163_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554173539007899842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRjMWcr0FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MHrnMNQl8xY/s320/166154_1706971001396_1451687815_1802613_8362329_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554173304290136146" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;me going crazyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRkg0Plo_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/7C6KeZyz1LQ/s320/166123_1706972521434_1451687815_1802617_5005875_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554174755397280754" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-557058076972861241?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/557058076972861241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/557058076972861241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/557058076972861241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html' title='Feel glad'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TRRj-iKX3MI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9pkwCNzI9Ys/s72-c/163066_1706965401256_1451687815_1802602_7044928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6555334077798568271</id><published>2010-12-20T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:29:37.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't forget that day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really had spent quality times with ZENITH, my cheer team. Yesterday was the final day of cheer comp. We didn't win. We got sixth place out of 9 team. At least we're not the last. But the most important thing is we had fun together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta the cheer comp we went to Pavilion. Walking around. Then, my friend Syarihan came. She supposed to come and see me my team perform earlier that day but she overslept -.- HAHA. But it's okay. I didn't go back with zenith that evening. I accompanied sya go to setiawangse hangout out with her frens and shisha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was tiring but i'll never forget all those days. Practices and hanging out together, burst out laughing together camwhoring together. I'll miss them very much but i'll see them soon or later. Take care to Sharm Noh and Hasif Rozali cz they're gonna go back to UITM and UPM to study. Study smart yeah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laa we're gonna see each other pun afta this cz we got job from Mcd Kota Kemuning performing for their grand opening this coming january. Christmast is only few days away hehe so MERRY CHRISTMAST and Happy New Year evryone. Hope this new year i can celebrate with zenith. Here some pictures :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Us at Pavilion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8vYAhjaDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XAKrOKAGCFg/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552708955075209266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our stunt :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8vKfeyGCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/degeGXy0hls/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8vKfeyGCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/degeGXy0hls/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552708722866919458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zenith :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8u2iiEgJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/qsofRN-dwXo/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8u2iiEgJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/qsofRN-dwXo/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552708380088631442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single base&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8ue6RhfaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RMBQutlk4T8/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8ue6RhfaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RMBQutlk4T8/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552707974144818594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Y-scale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8uJ-Vwu5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/B4KF--UTZTk/s1600/IMG_3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8uJ-Vwu5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/B4KF--UTZTk/s320/IMG_3839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552707614459083666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zaa Eyzaa scorpian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8txl47QNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/C3DTbZUNOII/s1600/IMG_3832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8txl47QNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/C3DTbZUNOII/s320/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552707195578826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6555334077798568271?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6555334077798568271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/wont-forget-that-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6555334077798568271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6555334077798568271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/wont-forget-that-day.html' title='Won&apos;t forget that day'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQ8vYAhjaDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XAKrOKAGCFg/s72-c/DSC_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-8685580635920067842</id><published>2010-12-13T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:31:23.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zenith had fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was the competition. It was held in Sungei Wang Plaza. And we made it to the final :D We got 6th place out of 9. It was okay. We had fun though. Jags was awesome wehh! The guys are very good-looking and hot. Omg :D haha. So we will be performing again next Sunday starts at 1pm. Do come and support me and my team :) Further information ask me yeah? Here some pictures that i took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my team. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZENITH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQXnFhzYDYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tQf50Au1gg8/s320/IMG_3656.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550096197963222402" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQXlhhM1fKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2qaNPT0vGXs/s320/IMG_3652.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550094479814655138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQXlYnGIqaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pzPZpi_fg-w/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550094326778341794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Sharm, co-captain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQXlDmyiwCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8E8r8897fHk/s320/sharm%2Bnoh.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550093965918912546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQXkqE-aUaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/slGXkb7acCM/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550093527345156514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-8685580635920067842?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/8685580635920067842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/zenith-had-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8685580635920067842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8685580635920067842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/zenith-had-fun.html' title='Zenith had fun'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TQXnFhzYDYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tQf50Au1gg8/s72-c/IMG_3656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6730670094893641238</id><published>2010-12-08T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:40:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How weh</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am so envy with what you have, with what i see with my own eyes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean.. the happiness he has now. I will always wish that he will not lose that. That is the only thing will always make him happy and smile and it is the most precious thing and very mean to him in his life. I won't stop pray for his happiness cz i know 'that' is the only thing won't ever go out from his life and he'll realize one day he will always have them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have to find ways to overcoming my jealousy before it ruins our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a guilt feeling in me this whole time which i do not know how to overcome it. I do not know what should i do next. Wondering when and HOW. Things get tough and i don't think i can handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6730670094893641238?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6730670094893641238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-weh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6730670094893641238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6730670094893641238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-weh.html' title='How weh'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6950826302763882013</id><published>2010-12-04T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:06:17.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I ate Mcd 2 days in a row. That makes me cheer up a little bit as i'm very depress lately. Somehow that's still not enough. Of course it's not because that won't change a thing or make things better. So yaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going through difficult times these past few days. Had a big fight with someone. He scolded me and yelled at me and say things that really hurts me very bad. This bad feeling is gonna take some times to heal :( I'm so depress right now. Really can't describe by words. It's tough. Have no idea wht to do right now. I'm so downnnn. It just so hard going through this process. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my fault though. I don't know how to take care of ppl's feelings sometimes. I just let it out just like that by saying stuffs that can hurt ppl's feeling without thinking first :( I am very sorry. Maybe this happens for reasons. Shit la wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. GOD, i hate this :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate struggle through life. It all just seems have gone wrong. I'm not good at this. Life is just hard. I have to accept that somehow. Whatever it is, i still do have a choice. It may be not an easy choice, by any means. It may be a very difficult choice. *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might go crazy la O.O i hope this won't affect my health as my cheer comp is just 1 week away so is my sister's engagement. I really have to get this out of my mind. I wish i could -.- It's not easy as it seems. Someone pls wake me up!!!  I really don't have 'the mood' to do anything including any things that i use love to do it. Just 'knock me down' can ya? Fucked up. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6950826302763882013?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6950826302763882013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6950826302763882013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6950826302763882013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard.html' title='Hard ya?'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-2869887191342075165</id><published>2010-12-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T07:55:35.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain oh rain</title><content type='html'>As you notice, this month is kindda like month of raining. Get what i mean? It'll rain every single day. How sad. I don't really like rains. Yeah really. Well sometimes lahh. Today we practised in rain today. We dance in the rain. How funny. It was fun though. My fren Lia n Zaa did the stunts in the rain. But ha Zaa is having exams right now. What i mean exams is SPM yaw! Hope she won't get sick :S &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vb's tournament is this weekend. I mean it'll start on friday. We only have 1 day left to practise which it's a little too late now. But haa have to come lor cz have to do the physical. I just hate physical gaahhh. The tournament will be held in Shah Alam sec9. 3 days in a row. I mean if we get to go to the final. *Right -___-"* we will be playing with primary school's players. Goshh don't underestimate them as they're very good in volleyball :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so tired today. Tomrrow morning have to wake up early some more -.- what wehh. Toodles ppl~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-2869887191342075165?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/2869887191342075165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/rain-oh-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2869887191342075165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/2869887191342075165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/12/rain-oh-rain.html' title='Rain oh rain'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-9192581868266241161</id><published>2010-11-28T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:35:52.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need my bobo but he's not there for me how sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i hate raining :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Someone said i change a lot. Am i? :'( this is what he said. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;good for the whole world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because without u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the world would be sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;u see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;u know why it's raining right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because the world is crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because u're not happy like before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dila that i knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she's always happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;can't stop talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;can't stop smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000805993808_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/5012000384560264815-9192581868266241161?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/9192581868266241161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9192581868266241161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9192581868266241161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-5873438197451249166</id><published>2010-11-26T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:30:11.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't stop looking at him although he's still quite old to be truth but still he's just good-looking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; babyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TO_8SiB62vI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/hwLQN1UnA9U/s1600/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TO_8SiB62vI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/hwLQN1UnA9U/s320/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543927061619071730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TO_8SaKK9-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/hqDDsqDyoq8/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TO_8SaKK9-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/hqDDsqDyoq8/s320/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543927059506198498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TO_8SdLqu1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/JgciwRcpMCc/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TO_8SdLqu1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/JgciwRcpMCc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543927060317780818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-5873438197451249166?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/5873438197451249166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/gaahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5873438197451249166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/5873438197451249166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/gaahhh.html' title='Gaahhh'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TO_8SiB62vI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/hwLQN1UnA9U/s72-c/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7520015178823328104</id><published>2010-11-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:02:14.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>Wanna play volleyball and bowling, haihh miss those stuff. Didn't go anywhere today. What a surprise. Hahaha. So i decided to watch a movie. Princess Diaries 2. I hate anne hathaway! :) because she is so pretty and i'm so envy of those dresses she was wearinggg. Fuckahhh. What a princess huh? :) Cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7520015178823328104?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7520015178823328104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7520015178823328104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7520015178823328104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6570239361191484060</id><published>2010-11-23T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:51:02.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOwMd3luQkI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hIyjnjTN1OU/s320/1222447252xe8hiuf.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542818948664148546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall do this someday with my boyfiee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOwMwxOemdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/h3qX-kc3Beo/s320/369633.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542819273373555154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booofff xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6570239361191484060?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6570239361191484060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-to-know-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6570239361191484060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6570239361191484060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-to-know-world.html' title='Getting to know the world'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOwMd3luQkI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hIyjnjTN1OU/s72-c/1222447252xe8hiuf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-8846910642271391763</id><published>2010-11-22T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:09:54.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckaahhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORST DAY EVERRRRRRRR! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck my lifeee wehhhhhh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-8846910642271391763?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/8846910642271391763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuckaahhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8846910642271391763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/8846910642271391763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuckaahhhhh.html' title='fuckaahhhhh'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-4837668494907497074</id><published>2010-11-21T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:10:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A List</title><content type='html'>List things to do&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;trim my hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;go trading&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;buy noticeboard at IKEA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;earn some money by selling cupcakes :S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;install &amp;amp; play The Sims 3 eventho i already have the cd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;wanna have a match (volleyball)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;improve my flexibility in this short time period (will work on it)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;wanna learn MORE how to lock my whole body (cheer)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww it think that's a lot. Don't you think?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-4837668494907497074?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/4837668494907497074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/4837668494907497074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/4837668494907497074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/list.html' title='A List'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7894363138583843386</id><published>2010-11-20T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T08:23:09.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much goin' on right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pheww it has been awhile since i last blogged. It's been pretty busy days these past few days for me. Practising cheer for a cheer comp early next month under Rebels All-Star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Date: 12 &amp;amp; 19 Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Venue: Sungei Wang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've watched Harry Potter on Friday recently. It was a nice story. But that one is only Part 1. There will be Part 2 next year :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for today, my family and i went to my cousin's wedding. In Perak. Slim River to be exact. Haishh. It's hard to get coverage there -___- Didn't take pictures much. I ate twice this afternoon. I ate lunch, that's one, and another one is around 5 i guess. Gaahh. And planning to eat dinner but did not cz don't feel like eating. Plus it's the same food that mom brought from the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get enough sleep too :( i'm so tired. Feel like wanna take a break and sleep for a WHOLE DAY! I watched badminton today with dad n sis. Malaysia vs Indonesia. Malaysia almost win but at the end Indon beat them. Haihh. So close d :/ Practise more yea Malaysia! MALAYSIA BOLEH! xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than 'watching badminton', my sister and i edit our pictures using 'Sketch Your Photo'. It's an application from fb. They edit your pictures using variety of effects but all of them are sketches. Pretty nice though. You guys should try it out :D Naahh here's the &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/cool-sketch-effect/?ref=bookmarks&amp;amp;count=0"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. My sis even uploaded it on fb. Well so did i x) Weee. She even set her 'new' pic that has been edited as her profile pic. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay these are pictures that i took recently when i was out. Location: IKEA, Sya's house (last few week's pictures HAHA just uploaded it) and My house. And a picture of me from "Sketch Your Photo'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfxD01sZ_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/S899SUUzxM8/s320/woooo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541662914528438258" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfzy7A923I/AAAAAAAAAVo/dwVnhqfc1xE/s320/IMG_2767.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541665922663439218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfwsAloksI/AAAAAAAAAVY/lpNW4AJ5n-M/s320/rumah%2Bsya.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541662505365443266" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfwAqEvQvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZrOOpxyIdyE/s320/IMG_2871.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541661760587514610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfvnlPBj8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/88HkHwsV5f4/s320/IMG_2854.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541661329791750082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfvH96AlJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qPFx5YnBtFU/s320/IMG_2807.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541660786658677906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOft3W6T1CI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UkR5hH4g_Tw/s320/IMG_2811.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541659401801421858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfthhtGH3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/fh1jTkonaew/s320/IMG_2812.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541659026741665650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfsF5b0CFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/MMj8ZFK3wJc/s320/IMG_2557.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541657452563662930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfrfTPLfyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zDPp20whkzI/s320/IMG_2562.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541656789475098402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7894363138583843386?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7894363138583843386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-much-goin-on-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7894363138583843386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7894363138583843386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-much-goin-on-right-now.html' title='So much goin&apos; on right now'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOfxD01sZ_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/S899SUUzxM8/s72-c/woooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-194532947060110655</id><published>2010-11-17T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:08:33.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Aidiladha</title><content type='html'>Today is hari raya aidiladha. Just got back from sg buloh my granma's house. It was okay lor. Nothing much to say actually. But the food was super duper delicious! xD Eat a lot today. Yeehaaa but didn't take pictures at all. Pffttt what a bored day. But overall my day was okay not bad. I think. Don't feel like raya at all. Not really enjoy the day but i did enjoyed the food XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyy i wanna watch Harry Potter. Wanna watch with my bobo. Miss him very much :( Haishh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sat got wedding. My cousin's. I do not want to go. I really don't :( because suppose to go to fitting for my cheer uniform. I knew my mom's gonna force me to go to the wedding. I'm not really close to my cousin though. Why is it so important for me to go? Hahaha. *i'm so mean* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i wanna go to bed, very tired :/ Don't even know why i'm so tired. I even fell asleep at my granma's house eventho my little niece were making so much noise. Gaahhh. Yeah as i was saying, wanna go to bed. Chiaooo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-194532947060110655?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/194532947060110655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/hari-raya-aidiladha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/194532947060110655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/194532947060110655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/hari-raya-aidiladha.html' title='Hari Raya Aidiladha'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-386528153705562838</id><published>2010-11-15T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:25:31.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and sat went to cheer prac. Yesterday prac the whole day. Went home around 8. Was so tired and went bed early. *sigh* So i did not go online these 2 days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now no more coach for our volleyball's training. He quit. He fed up of all of us. Yeah i know your ex players in Convent Klang are way better than us. I know we're suck.They said they're still gonna have training without coach. Yeah like that's gonna happen and like they're gonna come for every training. Well we'll try to do that. I know WE CAN.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today is the last day of school. Didn't go to school unfortunately :( Because i thought it's tmrrow. Yeah that's what happened when you don't go to school for a long time. Know NOTHING bout school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and mom went to pet's store to buy my cat's food. I bring my cat along with us. He was so cute haha. It was raining that time and he was scared and his eyes were so big! like this O.O okay bigger actually! haha. i took his pic but i'm lazy to upload it. Ouhhhh i feel like partying right now :p I have no idea why maybe i just miss partying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i'm kindda broke right now. I need money. I probably should do something to earn some money. I can't work. I'm still underage. Pfftt sad. Well i did helped my mom baked cakes. Well as u know, my mom sells cakes and cupcakes as her part-time job. And i'm her assistant. THE BEST assistant HAHA XD Pesshh. These are some pictures of cupcakes that we made. Have a look ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOFhiKj0muI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4H3bzYoOzaw/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539816256220469986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOFhSjayu_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dcjn4g5s2H8/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539815988015578098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOFg0DZIEdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hvUQzE-f2yI/s320/IMG_1919.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539815464022577618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOFgfOAQw-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/pjhfgOQjXQ8/s320/DSC00007.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539815106093827042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOFf-E8cByI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dhfoEMiJlXQ/s320/Image051.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539814536726185762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys can order if you want too :) Feel free to ask. Adioss~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-386528153705562838?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/386528153705562838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-gonna-be-tough-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/386528153705562838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/386528153705562838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-gonna-be-tough-time.html' title='........'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TOFhiKj0muI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4H3bzYoOzaw/s72-c/IMG_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6103074081465071307</id><published>2010-11-12T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:35:58.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala~</title><content type='html'>Only 5 showed up for Vacinnez's try-outs this morning. Kindda sad. Naah it is very sad! 5 meh? Well maybe it was because of raining this morning -.- But still where's the spirit man? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home around 12.45 my bobo called asked to meet up with him. We actually argued bout you know stuff.... haihh x( whatsoever. Yeah maybe it's because of my ego. Well technically, everyone has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;Mybe my ego was out of limit&lt;/strike&gt;, that's all. I'm too ego sometimes o.0 Hurmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i feel so tired because i have been dancing since this evening well i don't have anything else to do besides online and practising. Dance is just something i do whenever i feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; bout something. Only those musics and me dancing with it could reduce my grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting this month and the following month's gonna be tight schedule for me. Have to come for cheer prac for an upcoming competition. The comp is getting nearer so gotta attend every practise. Cheerleading is something i'd fall in love with since the first i time tried it. Till now cheer still my num one. Cheer is something that i have sacrificed so mny things like the last time competiton. For the first time of my life i never sacrifice so mny things for smthng i want so badly. But now i do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow these are too much information for me to tell u guys huh? Haha. Cut it off. That's enough :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;miss volleyball&lt;/span&gt; :( My favourite's game ever! Feel like haven't played it for ages! But evrytime they having training i couldn't come. Tmrrow also got but i really cannot come because have to attend cheer prac. Haishh. Plus all my teammates look like falling apart d :'( because our coach is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sick of all of us&lt;/span&gt; because many of us cannot come for evry training even we only have training once a week. &lt;b&gt;SAD&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt; i could come :(  Hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope i can open up some space for volleyball's training. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll try my best&lt;/span&gt; to come for evry training. IF they're still having it every weekends since coach already sounds fed up. It's our fault though. &lt;i&gt;Geezz :S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for today. It's already 1.23 am in the morning. Wanna kacau my sis la, hahahha. Bubye chiao chiin chion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-6103074081465071307?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6103074081465071307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6103074081465071307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6103074081465071307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/lalala.html' title='Lalala~'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-6572179591270361377</id><published>2010-11-11T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:41:23.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panicked yet had fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to Taipan, subang with syarihan yesterday. It was kindda crazy day for us because you know will mention it later. Wanna start from beginning :) We went to  the pool place in Taipan but all the tables were full because there was a group having a tournament so we had to wait till 11. So yeah went to Mcd instead. We took a lot of pictures using webcam :D We made stupid and ugly faces haha. u know wht, let the pictures do the talking! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPrTM1yCI/AAAAAAAAATo/fyDepAuXnDM/s320/76393_1325833085746_1828470264_636929_902113_n.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318878321788962" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPv5KJUzI/AAAAAAAAATw/HWx8U3Iw3hA/s320/149816_1325837245850_1828470264_636954_3970649_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318957230510898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPntA8UuI/AAAAAAAAATg/Fc1uPQ4YPv4/s1600/40742_1642335065538_1451687815_1671806_5448263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPTdoMqKI/AAAAAAAAASw/4MGi-0aD33I/s320/76062_1642336865583_1451687815_1671815_5846077_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318468804028578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPIsSvOQI/AAAAAAAAASg/n9BQXCri-Rw/s320/148626_1642333625502_1451687815_1671798_1041254_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318283761989890" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPMpBlM3I/AAAAAAAAASo/ekquTnhi2uE/s1600/77060_1642334625527_1451687815_1671804_7835792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPMpBlM3I/AAAAAAAAASo/ekquTnhi2uE/s320/77060_1642334625527_1451687815_1671804_7835792_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318351604200306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we looked back the pictures that we took, we laughed out loud. Haha bodoh! When the clock turns 11 we go straight to the pool place and had fun yaw. As we finished, sya asked her sis to fetch us back but unfortunately her sis couldn't fetch us back at that time. We were kinda like panicked la. Sya's mood was constantly changing at that time as we don't know who can pick us up haha. I laughed when i looked her with the face she made when she panicked :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally shafik fetched us back! He was our lives saver hehe hero of the day :) But in the same time we felt very very guilty for troubling him in the middle of the night but he said it was nothing. THANK YOU shafik :) But what to do we're not gonna sit there and do nothing and sleep there like homeless girls right! We WON'T do that. ever! Haishh. Anyways, it was an anxious moments! Geeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heyy i've been blogging since 2 hours ago -_- till i didn't notice what the time is. Well i should go to bed now since i have to wake up early tmrrow for &lt;i&gt;Vaccinez's Open Call&lt;/i&gt;. Goodnight peeps &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/5012000384560264815-6572179591270361377?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/6572179591270361377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/panicked-yet-had-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6572179591270361377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/6572179591270361377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/panicked-yet-had-fun.html' title='Panicked yet had fun'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNwPrTM1yCI/AAAAAAAAATo/fyDepAuXnDM/s72-c/76393_1325833085746_1828470264_636929_902113_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7630377603987738751</id><published>2010-11-06T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:39:33.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I wish i have friends to talk to. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;I mean i do have friends it just that they can't be trusted and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt; i don't know them that well. Yet! Bohoo. Anyways, change topic! I went to Sacc Mall to change The Sims cd. Well the girl said there are no stocks for now. Stocks will only be arrive on monday which she should call me by then to go and pick up the new ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;When i got home i tried to install the cd again. Turned out it was not a blank cd which i thought the cd cannot be read by computer before because that's what happened to sya's laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;! It just a folder which i have to copy the crack and so on, cehh i gotta read instructions carefully next time! Oh i will :) However, still can't play the game YET! sad. to be honest i don't really know how to install the game pffttt i know..i know. i'm loser. I'm just not good at this! All i can do now is hoping for my sister to come back early from wherever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;she is right now so that she can help me out :( Ohh she knows how to do this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;I don't eat much today :( I had a burger for my lunch. Spicy Chicken Mcdeluxe. Still hungry though. Mom din cook for lunch cz she wasn't at home. Then nothing is for dinner! x( dying here. Just ate kuih only and banana! sad :( I wish i could sneakout right now. Hehe. That was my old routine. Used to do it last year and never get caught by anyone. hoho. Since i mentioned it, i really miss that moment. That was when Izwan still staying in Canal Gardens. Now no more, he moved to PJ. We were playing True or Dare. It was fun plus scary. Can't describe how i felt that time. Won't forget those moments :) I would love to do it again. Okay I shall do it again with them someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;Just now i was trying to watch tv but the problem is, there are no good programmes! Boring to be exact. Just watched Ice Age 3 this evening which i have watched that story for almost 3 times d. I watched The Kardashians too, which also i already watched the same episodes for a few times d! I don't get it why do they have to repeat the same episodes all over again! I'm sick of it. But still! love looking at Kardashians sisters :S They're super &lt;b&gt;cool&lt;/b&gt; mannn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px;"&gt;Haha i found these on facebook. It's from WorthLiking on Facebook. This 2 are my favourites :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So..the elephant says to the camel "Why do you have 2 boobs on your back? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The camel replies "That's a pretty stupid question coming from someone who has a dick on his face"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student: I have to go to the bathroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher: You should have gone in the break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student:I'm terribly sorry i haven't planned out my pee schedule for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hahahha stupid right. If you want more laughs click &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/worthliking/P.aspx/308"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5012000384560264815-7630377603987738751?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7630377603987738751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7630377603987738751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7630377603987738751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-1875396495101616931</id><published>2010-11-05T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:02:24.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali</title><content type='html'>Just wanna wish Happy  Deepavali to all my indian friends :)&lt;div&gt;Have funnn yaww and invite me to ur open house or party or whateva u call it :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are at home the whole day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept most of the time today :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to read novels that have been on my shelves &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;for months and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;rarely touch them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;well all of them was quite boring :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom said we supposed to go IKEA today to buy some stuff for her room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out that they fell asleep afta lunch and just woke up around 7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urghh.. hmm technically i slept too wth -.- and i feel like today is saturday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a boring day and i miss my boboo :'( hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for dad, he keeps asking me to bring Wifi downstairs he wants to use it -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;Chiaoo then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-1875396495101616931?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/1875396495101616931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-deepavali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/1875396495101616931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/1875396495101616931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-3521930649030223423</id><published>2010-11-04T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:47:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 3 bby</title><content type='html'>Went to Alam Sentral with sya, shafik n fizi to buy sims 3 yesterday.&lt;div&gt;But it was all sold out so went to Sacc Mall and boom! we got the cd babyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night me and sya tried to install the cd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there are 2 cd in it the first cd was installed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when it comes to cd 2 the comp said the cd was blank! wtfff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;But sya said she'll give it try again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;Can't wait to play The Sims 3 haishh :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah i uploaded pictures of me as u can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Webcaming at sy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;a's house while waited for shafik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been playing Jane's Hotel for hours till i didn't know what the time was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time flies &lt;b&gt;very fast&lt;/b&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNJy3bK7jgI/AAAAAAAAASY/eyuMnPYwWMQ/s320/DILALALA%27S.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535613188503735810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;Anyways, today supposed to have vb but it was &lt;strike&gt;canceled&lt;/strike&gt; *sigh* -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;It changed to saturday instead :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enough for today. adiosss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-3521930649030223423?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/3521930649030223423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/sims-3-bby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3521930649030223423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/3521930649030223423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/sims-3-bby.html' title='Sims 3 bby'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNJy3bK7jgI/AAAAAAAAASY/eyuMnPYwWMQ/s72-c/DILALALA%27S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-7670493572953611725</id><published>2010-11-02T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:46:54.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNAupuOE2FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Tb-8xdrpGnw/s1600/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNAupuOE2FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Tb-8xdrpGnw/s320/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534975236354922578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Planning with sya to go out tmrrow, wanna buy sims 3&lt;div&gt;went out today, it was okayy i guess feel sick a little bit and dizzy :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i just can't watch tv too long in car. it makes me sick, not like cold i mean like throwing up smthng like that :p  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tom cruise is just nice too see weyhh he's a good-looking guyy arghh damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i uploaded some pictures on fb. this is one of them :S this picture was taken 2 weeks ago i guess when i was at pavi with sya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you know time flies very fast can't believe people are growing up so fast rightt of course la kan! well i should go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;chiaoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s i miss him. EVERYDAY! :( eventho we often see each other &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-7670493572953611725?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/7670493572953611725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/simsss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7670493572953611725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/7670493572953611725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/11/simsss.html' title='Yaww'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOl63sRVt_w/TNAupuOE2FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Tb-8xdrpGnw/s72-c/IMG_2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012000384560264815.post-9142721964633710472</id><published>2010-10-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:01:30.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Heyy people. It's friday. And i'm staying at home as u can see i'm blogging here and not going anywhere since yesterday already went out with syarihan.&lt;br /&gt;We went to KL. It was tired as we were walking the whole day -___-"&lt;br /&gt;Well, we managed to buy some stuff for Reena's Halloween Party though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell what i'm going to be haha :D&lt;br /&gt;It's time to party babyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012000384560264815-9142721964633710472?l=dilalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/feeds/9142721964633710472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9142721964633710472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012000384560264815/posts/default/9142721964633710472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilalala.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00326277921556072409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQYQorLlK6o/TtkXeEqxe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/OIhyvkXJJMk/s220/thisisme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
