<?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-29086399</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:05:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Know is Falling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-781296664022703917</id><published>2007-08-22T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:08:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey to all!! I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dibop.livejournal.com"&gt;moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As much as i love using blogspot. I wanna try using livejournal. So please update ur links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will still be open though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-781296664022703917?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/781296664022703917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=781296664022703917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/781296664022703917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/781296664022703917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-to-all-i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-432470385515287391</id><published>2007-08-03T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:21:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad sis</title><content type='html'>My sis came back at 9pm. No word whatsoever from her when i tried to call her around 8. She said that i did that also when i was her age. Coming back late without calling. Like no way..i did call home. Or at least get scolded by my aunt and dad for not calling. But she went off scot free. So yea she went out studying. Honestly i dont care whether she was studying or hanging out with her friends. Letting people get worried sick about you is not fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-432470385515287391?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/432470385515287391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=432470385515287391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/432470385515287391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/432470385515287391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-sis.html' title='bad sis'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-8188828655515488148</id><published>2007-08-02T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T13:02:04.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rash breakout</title><content type='html'>im having a rash breakout. The last time i had it was in pgp during the exam period. So i knew that this was totally psychological. Stress and the fact that the hall where matric fair is so dirty equates to rash breakout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a decision today. And the talk that i had with my godmum and khairiah really helped. So i should be sticking with this decision. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yar... matric fair was a blast. I really like my new chairman... He's really a good person. Not sarcastic. Not chauvinistic. And looks decent. Hopefully he delegates quite well too. Cos im having a lot of stuff thrown at me at the moment. Haha. Not that my previous chairman wasnt as good. Both of them are equally good. They are quite understanding to a point. Which made me feel really bad about how i treated him yesterday. Dont ask... i will never tell. The best i can do is get him a girl. If he's not attached. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i need clear my head... my breakout is getting worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-8188828655515488148?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/8188828655515488148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=8188828655515488148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8188828655515488148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8188828655515488148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/08/rash-breakout.html' title='rash breakout'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-9089856011265591680</id><published>2007-07-27T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:51:05.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ellen</title><content type='html'>im crazy about ellen! And tyra. And oprah. Why are talkshows named after the hosts? It's a stupid question...but really why? Of all the possible names... they name it after themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...i love ellen. Especially when she does her stand-up comedy at the start of the show. The dancing usually turned me off...but nowadays she's been having back problems...so she's not really dance dancing. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really gloomy these past few days. I've been wanting to put my new running shoes to use but the rain just made me sad. And i dont wanna go to the gym... &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;. I already went to the national library alone on monday. But i made social contact. Yess i did make social contact. I met up with Khairiah for dinner. She surprised me with a treat to Fish &amp; Co. :D That made me extremely happy. It was weird...she said it was a birthday treat. As some might know, my birthday is in february. Goodness khairiah... you're 5 months late. But the fact that you still gave me a treat was great. :D More treats please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSFLASH:&lt;br /&gt;MJC FLOORBALL BOYS AND GIRLS TEAM WON BOTH A DIVISION TITLES IN STYLE BY WINNING ALL THE GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas... mjc floorball got recognition. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss floorball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty pissed in choosing my modules. Blergh. I hate it!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzdrGyclyBY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzdrGyclyBY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick fit - all saints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a chick fit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-9089856011265591680?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/9089856011265591680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=9089856011265591680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/9089856011265591680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/9089856011265591680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/ellen.html' title='ellen'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-4755677514884481750</id><published>2007-07-22T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:51:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, im feeling extremely lazy. So lazy, i dont think i wanna even try to make social contact with anyone. Not even my family who are just getting on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being lazy, as i have been since i've stopped working, i have been stoning at home and been surfing the net 24hrs a day. Well...either that or watching the tv. Currently, ch5 is showing the repeat telecast fo live earth. Considering i havent actually been a good citizen of mother nature, i feel like a useless bum which i dont deny at this point of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the social contact thingy. Oh yea...it's hard. That's the thing...you got a lot of time in your hands and you start thinking about socializing to make use of your time. Which is a good thing right? Of course it is. But now, im back to my anti-social behavior when i was in kindergarten. Too lazy to socialise. I dont know why i feel anti-social. Something triggered it definitely. But i just dont know what. And now suddenly i have the sudden urge to be on the oprah show to talk about my vent-up feelings that have caused my anti-social behavior as well as explore my poor social skills so that finally i can move up that social ladder. Or is it corporate. Then after being on oprah, i might feel like a whole new woman or something and do something life-altering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if that is considered as wild imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. YESTERDAY night. I went for PA appreciation dinner held at NUSS SUNTEC Guild house. It was a great job done. I must say everyone looked great. Including me. Props to me for doing my eye make-up myself. Cant say it is good...but with my sister being MIA, who'd do it other than me. So there were people dressed as school boys, school girls and some in retro clothing. The food was great. The ambience was nice. So yea, everything was pretty damn good.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/969Dvn7ALJM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/969Dvn7ALJM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, slept over at irda's house which i admittedly invited myself to sleep over. Totally forgot there was a cat there. So we did girly stuff like putting on make-up and eating a tub of ice-cream together. (We should totally practise more on our make-up skills). We watched a movie too... oh shit.. i forgot what we watched. Oh ya...something called the naked mile. It was so hard to keep awake during the entire show. Grace had to er...wake me up a couple of times. Sorry bout that. I dont know why i always feel sleepy at night with company. This is something i should totally discussed with Oprah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-4755677514884481750?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/4755677514884481750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=4755677514884481750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4755677514884481750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4755677514884481750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-im-feeling-extremely-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-4421923625230808197</id><published>2007-07-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:54:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the one</title><content type='html'>Watched a romantic tagalog movie today called "you are the one". I know i know... It's so "duh" from the movie title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sweet clip from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvpTbLx-ejs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvpTbLx-ejs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swoons* :D Isnt the guy smokin hot. He's hotter than wentworth miller!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-4421923625230808197?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/4421923625230808197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=4421923625230808197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4421923625230808197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4421923625230808197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-are-one.html' title='you are the one'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-1404070519122339678</id><published>2007-07-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:44:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice naive and beautiful</title><content type='html'>Nice Naive And Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only known heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;But she's never known pain like this&lt;br /&gt;She stands alone defending her name&lt;br /&gt;When all that she's done is be who she is&lt;br /&gt;Well is it so wrong to be who we are&lt;br /&gt;When all she's done is fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's so nice, naive and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Why does she get taken advantage&lt;br /&gt;Why does she live in a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;She takes advantage of the nice, naive and the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold is the throne of her hardened heart&lt;br /&gt;No one has seen the softest part&lt;br /&gt;Day after night she holds an ache&lt;br /&gt;And won't budge to show this secret place&lt;br /&gt;Well is it so wrong to hang on to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she could set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's so nice, naive and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Why did she get taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;Why did she live in a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;He took advantage of the nice, naive and the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been there you know&lt;br /&gt;If you're still there hang on&lt;br /&gt;We're all dealt our lumps of coal&lt;br /&gt;What you do with it can turn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a life outside of this madness&lt;br /&gt;And there's a face behind every scar&lt;br /&gt;But there's a love overflowing with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Get out of that place that's restraining your love&lt;br /&gt;I said get out of that place&lt;br /&gt;That's restraining your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Met up with grace and irda. We ate at thai express. Realized that it's the 2nd time we ate there together. Haha. Then after dinner, we went to starbucks to chill. So i liked how the outing went... with us just chillin' somewhere and talk. And that azuki frappucino is damn nice. I loved it. Cant believe that i might have 3 marriages in the future. Considering i havent been dating, it was hard to imagine having even 3 supposedly lifelong commitments. Haha. That was the kind of things we talked about. And yes im totally a hopeless romantic at heart. Call me naive i don't care. Or maybe it's just because i've been filling up my time watching romantic movies. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to friday. But im totally going to be bored until then... Should i watch more romantic movies?? I dont think it's doing me any good though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-1404070519122339678?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/1404070519122339678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=1404070519122339678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/1404070519122339678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/1404070519122339678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/nice-naive-and-beautiful.html' title='nice naive and beautiful'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-3404927680280498746</id><published>2007-07-13T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:07:46.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings</title><content type='html'>Ayam penyet @ lucky plaza!!&lt;br /&gt;Ayam penyet was delicious. All the more with friends like aisyah, ayuni and faidah. Just wished we had more time together that wednesday. But i think that would be a bad idea...considering i was not having a good sense of direction that day. Imagine walking to the wrong side of the escalator 3 times...Blergh.&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa shopping centre!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I went for breakfast at little india. Apparently, my dad frequents there for breakfast. He says it's nice and peaceful in the morning. My rating...not bad. But a bit tad too far from bedok to have breakfast. Breakfast then became lunch when we spent more than 3hrs at mustafa centre and another 3 at sim lim square. I bought an Ipod speaker! :D&lt;br /&gt;Harry potter and the order of the phoenix!!!! &lt;br /&gt;After that, i met my clickets to watch Harry Potter. I was soo happy. For one, the tickets Fizah gave us was like only $4 at suntec eng wah cinemas. The other reason would be because i met my fellow clickets. But Fizah could not make it so my sis came instead. Which was cool. If only she'd stop being the fashion police. My fashion sense is not that bad...Anyway i bought Paramore's brand new album....RIOT! It cost me the last of my cents. So im totally broke now. But it was worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, i just realized i've been spending a lot. whoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-3404927680280498746?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/3404927680280498746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=3404927680280498746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3404927680280498746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3404927680280498746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/happenings.html' title='happenings'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-713662998537361043</id><published>2007-07-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:27:58.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally think i have a very very low EQ. To even state that...makes me feel i have an ever lower EQ. blergh. auto car and manual car. Can i just heck... u noe like what the heck... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to put some life into my blog.... Im looking forward to meeting aisyah and ayuni this wednesday. And i hope im meeting the clickets on friday to watch harry potter. im looking forward to watching harry potter...but i have yet to read any of the books. I heard that it is a thousand times better than the movies. Well if the movies are so good...can you imagine how much better the books are?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the boys in beauty and the geek. Like there is some harry potter fanatic instead of a star wars fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having dreams about a red car. And going through a toilet and finding another exit. Shant say i was with who. It was damn weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. that's life so far... how i wish it was less exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-713662998537361043?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/713662998537361043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=713662998537361043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/713662998537361043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/713662998537361043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-totally-think-i-have-very-very-low-eq.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-881792004880294623</id><published>2007-07-09T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:42:17.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual and auto</title><content type='html'>I wish to be an auto car...on cruising speed. It's easier to handle. You just cruise on the road no worries whatsoever...everything in a steady pace. Bur let's say you are a manual car. If you let go of your clutch too fast or press on the accelerator pedal too hard...your car will stall. And that's it. You're in friggin rut. Im a manual car. Anyway...it all depends on the driver. If you are an indecisive driver...manual car is NOT good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is a badd entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-881792004880294623?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/881792004880294623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=881792004880294623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/881792004880294623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/881792004880294623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/manual-and-auto.html' title='Manual and auto'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-1795673070160252231</id><published>2007-07-07T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:09:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAYC camp</title><content type='html'>Mann...finally time to actually spill out the content the whole of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was PAYC week. Totally &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;....It is without a doubt that i would have never met my dear floorball girls if not for this camp. So to that i thank grace. I knew them more than i ever had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the camp was a wedding on sunday, driving on tues morning and friday morning. I was totally wrecked when we got back on thursday...i slept till the next morning and had to rush for my friday driving lesson. Driving went good. Except for an injury on my left thumb during my first lesson. The driving instructor laughed it off and told me that it was his first to see a driver who hurt him/herself while using the handbrake. Hats off to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the camp...&lt;br /&gt;An overview.&lt;br /&gt;One of my floorball girls thought that PAYC stands for &lt;strong&gt;Public Affairs &lt;/strong&gt;Youth Camp. Can you imagine?! I would have guessed that they would not have thought it was Political Association. Everything went good considering it was grace's first camp. So &lt;strong&gt;applause&lt;/strong&gt; to my dear grace lee. The games were good. Not too bad. Easy to manage. Except for TAKESHI...where we actually had to find a last minute venue...That was scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i played a role in the night walk. Seriously, waiting to scare people for 3hrs was scarier than being scared. 3 HOURS...in the freaking dark...The worst part...nobody was scared at the station i was at....sheesh..talk about heartache...Haha...But diana and lisa made my night/morning. They were the best scared couple.. i LOVE them for that. Haha...evil laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night we had dinner at bora bora restaurant. &lt;strong&gt;Amazing&lt;/strong&gt; place...nice ambience but the dancefloor totally sucks...I mean one evergreen song is enough...you dont have to drag it the whole night you know. I didnt get the vibes that night. C'mon mambo no.5 to grease lightning to YMCA...sheeshness. I didnt know what i was dancing to...but seriously the rest didnt seem to mind...I guess the drinks they had, made them aloof to their surroundings. So to end off the night me and my floorball girls plus &lt;strong&gt;diana&lt;/strong&gt; decided to go to &lt;strong&gt;cafe del mar &lt;/strong&gt;(hope i got that right). Mann it was so nice....We all sat on this bed in the open night air and talked till one... (Didnt know it was closed that early). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night/morning when we went back to the chalet...one of em asked me out of curiosity...if they were being anti-social...i mean i didnt know what to reply them...well it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; a small camp but hey... YOU cant force yourself on certain people y'na... just be yourself...who cares...Honestly, the camp would be with less people if they had not come. So chill girls...nothing to worry about...nothing bad has been said about you...at least i hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp has been a totally new experience for me....I had to learn to adapt to the majority. A very hard thing for me to do...considering that i am &lt;strong&gt;resistant&lt;/strong&gt; to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end...everything worked out well....with some heartaches on the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some constructive feedback for grace though in case i ever forgot...give a thought to those who are vegetarians. Had feedback that they had nothing to eat except one dish @ bora bora dinner. That was quite sad...considering they were looking forward to dinner. Food could have been more on time... preferably catered. Easier for Clarence to pick up. About the allocation of duties for comm members....I understand i was thrown in halfway into the preparations for camp...So i have no right to say. No back-up plan and a few miscommunications. But overall...good try grace... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, i made friends along the way. Didnt think i hit it off with the people there at camp...Honestly...some of them look so damn stuck up and all that. But if you get to know them better they're alright....well some of em (bitchy thoughts aside). Haha ok...im totally tired....off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-1795673070160252231?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/1795673070160252231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=1795673070160252231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/1795673070160252231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/1795673070160252231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/07/payc-camp.html' title='PAYC camp'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-8808348339611747910</id><published>2007-06-30T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:41:52.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free!</title><content type='html'>Im free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay...no more WORKING! Im filled with a sense of relief and pleasure. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more stupid invoices and freakin' long hours....that can wait when i start a permanent job. Oh man...im so totally gone from that hellhole. Gone with a blink of an eye. But im glad i didnt quit sooner...Made friends with Mona and she's a wonderful person. That's the only good part of working there. Haha. I was nearly tempted to extend my stay there...because of the fact that i need the money and i was worried with what im going to do with my new found freedom. I mean i spend more than 10hrs at work. I could do lots of things in 10hrs...I should start making plans to go out with my friends. hmm...plan plan people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im a happy person. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-8808348339611747910?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/8808348339611747910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=8808348339611747910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8808348339611747910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8808348339611747910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/06/free.html' title='free!'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-5423146812848402307</id><published>2007-06-23T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:25:47.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i went to arab street</title><content type='html'>I'm smiling while im typing away on my laptop. Just thinking about that one beautiful tuesday i had with my girlfriends, irda and grace. I &lt;strong&gt;absolutely&lt;/strong&gt; loved it. Never knew taking pictures could be so &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;! Especially when they actually turned out pretty good. I didnt even see my tummy bulging out. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who wants to take good pictures....go to ARAB STREET. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the places at arab street are so totally for tourists. But what the hell...on that day...we were behaving like tourists. And it was so much &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; walking around in our flats and just browsing around. Till the weather got too &lt;strong&gt;hot to handle&lt;/strong&gt; and we didnt know where to find shelter. Then like a mirage in the scorching desert...we saw a perfect haven for the ultimate comfort....AMIRAH'S GRILL. Yup. It is a restaurant which promises mind boggling&lt;strong&gt; belly dancing &lt;/strong&gt;performance and a great buffet at a reasonable price. Mind you the belly dancers might have heightened your interest. So I was kind of disappointed that the belly dancing extravaganza they promised was on a widescreen television. Haha. But the ambience was so arabian and exotic that we stayed there for 3hrs. To take pictures of course. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around bugis area. And ate yet again at a pizza restaurant. $$ gone. haha. i repeatedly told myself not to spend on food. sheesh. The reason for my bulging tummy and subsequently my heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to talk about work. It sucks. I dont like RONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures i wanna show off. With the help of irda's camera. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like Singapore's Next Top Models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwNG2gQI/AAAAAAAAACk/1tPj9kIQ0iI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwNG2gQI/AAAAAAAAACk/1tPj9kIQ0iI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078938606454079746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwdG2gRI/AAAAAAAAACs/1FLd-iUEf2o/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwdG2gRI/AAAAAAAAACs/1FLd-iUEf2o/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078938610749047058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 favourite girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwtG2gSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KMGtN6U-7P4/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwtG2gSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KMGtN6U-7P4/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078938615044014370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself. I got compliments of looking vogue that day by my cousin, &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; miss vogue and mode by grace lee. lol. Compliments appreciated. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwtG2gTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QOOcYaS2lu4/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwtG2gTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QOOcYaS2lu4/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078938615044014386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-5423146812848402307?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/5423146812848402307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=5423146812848402307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5423146812848402307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5423146812848402307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-i-went-to-arab-street.html' title='the day i went to arab street'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnwDwNG2gQI/AAAAAAAAACk/1tPj9kIQ0iI/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-6186075004889956248</id><published>2007-06-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:04:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>This is just one of those days when i feel incomplete. Like i,m missing something. I dont feel like i belong. I feel weird even in my own skin. That kinda thing. Where whatever is right can be wrong. Vice versa... I don't know what is the cause of it but it's been bugging me. Maybe i do. But i don't wanna acknowledge it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im incomplete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-6186075004889956248?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/6186075004889956248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=6186075004889956248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6186075004889956248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6186075004889956248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/06/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-527619019900943546</id><published>2007-06-16T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:28:10.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa: the underwater world</title><content type='html'>Sentosa&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Pandang Belakang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLKgNG2gLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iN3E9jyQ1Qs/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLKgNG2gLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iN3E9jyQ1Qs/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076342384622993586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLKBdG2gKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FizzXgxZlo8/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLKBdG2gKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FizzXgxZlo8/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076341856342016162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLb9G2gMI/AAAAAAAAACE/26R-XVqxLCY/s1600-h/SP_A0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLb9G2gMI/AAAAAAAAACE/26R-XVqxLCY/s320/SP_A0173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076343411120177346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLb9G2gNI/AAAAAAAAACM/n81iRI4yKlA/s1600-h/SP_A0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLb9G2gNI/AAAAAAAAACM/n81iRI4yKlA/s320/SP_A0172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076343411120177362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLb9G2gOI/AAAAAAAAACU/MJD3FjeCo-Y/s1600-h/SP_A0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLb9G2gOI/AAAAAAAAACU/MJD3FjeCo-Y/s320/SP_A0175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076343411120177378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLcNG2gPI/AAAAAAAAACc/BV5oJdn0ZFQ/s1600-h/SP_A0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLLcNG2gPI/AAAAAAAAACc/BV5oJdn0ZFQ/s320/SP_A0171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076343415415144690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outing that was worth waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-527619019900943546?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/527619019900943546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=527619019900943546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/527619019900943546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/527619019900943546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentosa-underwater-world.html' title='sentosa: the underwater world'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RnLKgNG2gLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iN3E9jyQ1Qs/s72-c/IMG_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-3481947886523316553</id><published>2007-06-10T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:06:08.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I TELL YOU?</title><content type='html'>ohh...did i tell you guys...that i really wanted to watch the french movie 'priceless'?!! Now...there is no more hope for me.... Bloody cinemas here rather run bad money-making blockbusters like POTC for months than play some actual good indie movies like 'priceless'....sobs. Why can't they just extend the movie to screen for another week or so.... Well at least till i get the chance to watch it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i tell you...working just sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing...my dad's birthday is like tmr. Gosh...i dont know what to buy for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another....Do you know....that if you pour coke onto pork meat that in 2hrs they will produce maggots?!! Mann...im glad i dont eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and i totally forgot about magan's flea market thing... it was like yesterday. shit. She's selling handpainted maryjanes. shit. i wanted those shoes....better call her up and ask her if she has any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another thing....listen ok....this is important. I CUT MY HAIR. IT'S SUPER SHORT. I HATE IT. I HATE THE HAIRDRESSER. I LOOK LIKE A BOY. I DONT KNOW WHAT GOT INTO ME. I WANNA HIDE IN MY ROOM AND JUST WAIT TILL IT GROWS TO A NICER LENGTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-3481947886523316553?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/3481947886523316553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=3481947886523316553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3481947886523316553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3481947886523316553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-i-tell-you.html' title='DID I TELL YOU?'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-6261917432870553115</id><published>2007-06-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:41:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restoran surabaya</title><content type='html'>this week was awesome. i have always lurrve sleeping over at sufi's house. i wish i could have stayed longer. it was so much fun. And guess wat?? i was the last to fall asleep which was normally not the case. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POTC is NOT good by the way. Some funny parts here and there but i still feel that the 'william turner and elizabeth whatever' romance just spoilt the movie. I watched it with my dearest diyana and irda. i LOVE RESTORAN SURABAYA...mann so funny to watch the aunties at the table next to us...maybe someday we'll become like them. hahakz. Looking forward to more exciting trips ahead dearies. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started work. So i wont have to spend my money with a guilty conscience. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie lennox is so cool...Have u listened to her song 'why'? It's an old song...but i just lurrve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RmGA_tU7kqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jcxhxOjmBn8/s1600-h/SP_A0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RmGA_tU7kqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jcxhxOjmBn8/s320/SP_A0162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071476487383388834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RmGA_9U7krI/AAAAAAAAABE/0wmDsmTs0rs/s1600-h/SP_A0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RmGA_9U7krI/AAAAAAAAABE/0wmDsmTs0rs/s320/SP_A0163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071476491678356146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irda&lt;br /&gt;where's ur pic? upload them pictures...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-6261917432870553115?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/6261917432870553115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=6261917432870553115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6261917432870553115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6261917432870553115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/06/restoran-surabaya.html' title='restoran surabaya'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RmGA_tU7kqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jcxhxOjmBn8/s72-c/SP_A0162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-4039222358891770168</id><published>2007-05-28T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:27:31.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOM YAM</title><content type='html'>boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RlpIxmMWWhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j9b7kfMVU0E/s1600-h/SP_A0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RlpIxmMWWhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j9b7kfMVU0E/s320/SP_A0096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069444347462048274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM YAM SOUP... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here to talk about my dad's obsession with ikea. He is in the DIY phase. He spent like 300 bucks in the span of 2 days. Yesss.... we went to ikea for 2 days straight... Well, it has definitely been to my favour. He's been buying stuff for me and my sis to decorate our room. But boyy...is it hard labour. Do you know that ikea limits the number of plastic bags to 2 per buyer? And that you have to pack yourself. The journey home is always horrendous. Talk about having your fingers being stuck between 2 metal wires. It's bad... Oh well. And i hear my room is going to be purple (gasp). It's not orange. :( but im determined to have all the accessories in orange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did okayy for this semester. better than 1st semester but not enough to get a cap over 3.0. Im being hard on myself. But heyy.. it's all good. Now, i have to move on...more decisions to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-4039222358891770168?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/4039222358891770168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=4039222358891770168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4039222358891770168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4039222358891770168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/05/tom-yam.html' title='TOM YAM'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RlpIxmMWWhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j9b7kfMVU0E/s72-c/SP_A0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-8374693834791762032</id><published>2007-05-25T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:18:05.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ soccer match</title><content type='html'>I'd be damned...MJC lost to RJC. 0-1. MJC could have made it though...if they had tried a little harder, run a bit faster...but we all know...that when you're part of the game, it's a totally different experience. So i'd definitely give props to the MJC Soccer team for trying their best honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy...so im a little late in wishing my sis, aziemah a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 18th Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Starting to feel guilty. But i should think that 10 bucks i gave her was enough to keep her quiet. haha. Just wanted to let her know...that she is a strong person...stronger than i ever was. And i respect her for her strength in light of the difficulties we faced. Well...My sister turned out to be &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; as horrible as i expected her to be. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-8374693834791762032?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/8374693834791762032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=8374693834791762032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8374693834791762032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8374693834791762032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/05/mj-soccer-match.html' title='MJ soccer match'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-6725906278533952841</id><published>2007-05-20T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:26:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings</title><content type='html'>BLAKE AMERICAN IDOL soO hot. SPIDERMAN 3 FUNny and action-packed. RELATIVES FROM KL hmmm. WANY :). IRDA cool. RUNNING NOSE sucks. BLOCK NOSE sucks too. FEVER sucks again. MAROON 5 MAKES ME WONDER niiice. CHOCOLATE fat but yummy. JODI PICOULT VANISHING ACTS boring but too bored to stop. SUFI seoul garden haha. SISTER birthday present?. Click6 outing?. JOB none. MONEY withdrawals. PRISON BREAK 2 ep17. MICHAEL SCOFIELD damn hott. DIBOP short and sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-6725906278533952841?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/6725906278533952841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=6725906278533952841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6725906278533952841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6725906278533952841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/05/happenings.html' title='happenings'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-5242872500553648054</id><published>2007-05-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:39:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost voice</title><content type='html'>So today i woke up with such a big headache and a very bad sore throat. I cant talk a whole sentence without losing my voice somewhere in the middle. All the ice cream, cold sweet drinks and spicy food must have taken a toll on me. So i just popped in 2 pills and drank cough syrup. It's been a long time since i've been this sick. But i still wanted to apply for driving today. Haha.. i think the counter assistant was irritated by my indecisiveness. In the end, I decided to take theory and practical under school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;so free&lt;/strong&gt;... i think i mentioned that quite a few times already. So this is the time to actually hang out with friends and be kept updated on their well-being. So &lt;strong&gt;grab the opportunity&lt;/strong&gt; people!!! No point wishing and thinking and whining that we should go out! Just get up and &lt;strong&gt;do it&lt;/strong&gt;. I hadnt had much time this semester to spend with my friends and that is because i was desperately trying to pull my grades up. Imagine having to see the Dean... I mean no one wants that to happen right. 2 years of hell-on-earth during JC days...I cant go down without giving all my best right?? haha. So im trying to make up for the lost time. I have been feeling guilty lately...and i'm not sure why. So people (who has a lot of free time)...get on the phone and start planning outings &lt;strong&gt;together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...but if there is just &lt;strong&gt;no time &lt;/strong&gt;at all. Just give your friend a &lt;strong&gt;buzz&lt;/strong&gt;. That's one way to keep in touch your friends right? Nothing like hearing that &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; voice on the other end of the line. I'd feel extremely &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Friendster, myspace, blogging and msn &lt;strong&gt;don't count &lt;/strong&gt;people!!! SMS too. Come on....it is soo &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; personal. And to be honest...I have always had this difficulty of &lt;strong&gt;interpreting&lt;/strong&gt; smses and msn chats. Don't you? So get out there and start connecting people! The &lt;strong&gt;real way&lt;/strong&gt;. Who cares about phone bills?! Get skype!! Go to skype.com and we can have video conversations online for &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;. (advertisement..haha.). No webcam? No problem. Voice conversations will do. :) haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-5242872500553648054?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/5242872500553648054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=5242872500553648054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5242872500553648054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5242872500553648054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-today-i-woke-up-with-such-big.html' title='lost voice'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-8121512369377422229</id><published>2007-05-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:09:21.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I rhink it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of you might have known what happened last week. And i thank all of you for your sincerity and understanding. Thanks for being there for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, i'm in my room (well...my dad's room) blogging. It's been a tiring week. Entertaining visitors and what-nots. I didn't know my grandma had so many friends and acquaintances.. But i'm glad she did. So glad people remembered her... I would like people to remember me when i'm gone too. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to find work. Does not seem to be less difficult than the first one. It seems even much harder to find a job. Oh well...i'll just slack at home. So if you guys wanna chill out or something...you can ask me along. I'm game. And the word here to look out for is &lt;em&gt;chill out&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so not in the mood to do something manic. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-8121512369377422229?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/8121512369377422229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=8121512369377422229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8121512369377422229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8121512369377422229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-rhink-it-is-matter-of-love-more-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-2908502070729066640</id><published>2007-05-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:12:11.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/smKb79ltpaU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/smKb79ltpaU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Damien rice &lt;br /&gt;Song: 9 Crimes &lt;br /&gt;Album: 9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(f/ lisa hannigan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i do&lt;br /&gt;it's the wrong kind of place&lt;br /&gt;to be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;it's the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;for somebody new&lt;br /&gt;it's a small crime&lt;br /&gt;and i've got no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;if u don't shoot it how am i supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;is that alright&lt;br /&gt;with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i do&lt;br /&gt;it's the wrong kind of place&lt;br /&gt;to be cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;it's the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;she's pulling me through&lt;br /&gt;it's a small crime&lt;br /&gt;and i've got no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;i give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;if you dont shoot it, how am i supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;i give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;is that alright&lt;br /&gt;is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;i give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;if you don't shoot it, how am i supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;if i give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;is that alright&lt;br /&gt;is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is without a doubt that im bored. &lt;br /&gt;And the music video explains how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Damien Rice is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some equation i learn in math:&lt;br /&gt;randomness+boredom=weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-2908502070729066640?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/2908502070729066640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=2908502070729066640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/2908502070729066640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/2908502070729066640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/05/artist-damien-rice-song-9-crimes-album.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-9154412667379641073</id><published>2007-05-06T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:13:26.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skin change</title><content type='html'>So i got a new skin. It's still orange. :) Oh well...i lurrve orange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the holiday is here and im already so bored. I'm planning to find a job. It's quite unlikely i'll find a job i like. Maybe i'll go back to working at the cc. For the time being... hurhur. im so lazyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are a some things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) apply for driving lessons. (theory first)&lt;br /&gt;2) learning how to play a guitar&lt;br /&gt;3) meet up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;4) keep fit (planning to get back on the healthy side)&lt;br /&gt;5) reading nice novels.&lt;br /&gt;6) watch spidey 3.&lt;br /&gt;7) job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: this is not an exhaustive list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems simple to just get up and do these things but my butt just can't move. The lazy gene in me somehow have powers over my body... man...even typing seems a lot of work. haha. Who will hire me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next subject. Taxis. I didn't know i love taxi rides. I have taken more taxi rides in the past five months than i ever did the whole of last year. Sheesh. I was such a sucker for buses and trains. But that all changed. And yesterday...plunging back to the whole bus and train ride thing was the hardest part of the day for me. I hated the waiting, the squeezing into the train, the standing on the train....ugh....everything about the train was annoying me. It's just not working out. I just love taxis. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-9154412667379641073?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/9154412667379641073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=9154412667379641073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/9154412667379641073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/9154412667379641073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/05/skin-change.html' title='skin change'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-240587344208362508</id><published>2007-04-29T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:36:04.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ldn</title><content type='html'>these past few days....after seeing how my grandma is struggling with old age and illness....it really pains me. How can you go through the last stage of ur life lying on ur bed? just cant figure out how i will handle myself when i am old. How am i going to take care of dad when he's old. The future is full of things to worry. At 20, responsibilities are mounting. Ready or not....they arent going to wait for you. As sad as i put it....i dont think it's dat bad. Just take it one step at a time. Insyaallah boleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im sensing a rift between certain &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; of mine and me. I feel a bit left out. I tot they would understand what im going through and i hope they do... but there's some gap there. im trying to fill up the gap...but i dont know if it is too late. that'll be sad after years of friendship...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-240587344208362508?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/240587344208362508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=240587344208362508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/240587344208362508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/240587344208362508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/04/ldn.html' title='ldn'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-8447870320351997611</id><published>2007-04-28T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:34:07.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYJEORHbIKE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYJEORHbIKE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song title: Misery Business &lt;br /&gt;Artist: Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PARAMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m645A5KKHzk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m645A5KKHzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song title: Born for this&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Paramore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-8447870320351997611?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/8447870320351997611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=8447870320351997611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8447870320351997611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8447870320351997611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/04/song-title-misery-business-artist.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-3733956535260450483</id><published>2007-04-28T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:47:44.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest</title><content type='html'>a lot... a lot of things happened this week. It was just an emotionally, physically and mentally challenging week for me. One that i would want to avoid in the future. I am lucky enough to have been able to survive this far. And i could not have done it...if it were not for my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met new people in pgp...thanks to the ever so charming and irresistable grace...haha. Had an interesting trio coversation with Bo. About girls checking on girls and how guys dont check on other guys....from boy-girl issues to Singapore politics (something that i would not recommmend as a conversation topic...just not for me). Got me distracted from studying...but looking back...it wasnt a waste of time...i just had to sleep less hours to do my calculus helpsheet which did not help me at all for my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished 5 out of 6 exam papers already. One more to go woohoo! 7 days to that paper....a  long break for me to study and rest. A good time for me to stay at home after almost 2 weeks of staying in the white room in pgp. I was lucky to have grace lee as a study partner or i would have been so freaking bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back home is a great feeling. i dont have a room...not even a bed but it's ok...at least now i can check on how my granny is doing after the scare she gave my family on tuesday. Now, i am planning on how im going to spend my holiday break. NEED a JOB of course. So if anyone knows of any suitable job for me, pls do tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-3733956535260450483?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/3733956535260450483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=3733956535260450483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3733956535260450483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3733956535260450483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/04/rest.html' title='rest'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-5334264516738149623</id><published>2007-04-24T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:49:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam fears</title><content type='html'>wahh....im feeling damn shitty. My stress level is way up high....so high...i might have an anxiety attack...which i did last friday... how to chill? i know it is stupid to be feeling scared about exams... imagine being in the singapore education system since i was 4. And how ive been worried for exams since that age...im lucky to still be alive and not die from any panic attack...sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....breathe in....breathe out....breathe in....breathe out. i can do this! Gambate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a stupid little entry...dont mind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-5334264516738149623?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/5334264516738149623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=5334264516738149623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5334264516738149623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5334264516738149623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/04/exam-fears.html' title='exam fears'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-4490806071547024725</id><published>2007-04-17T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:21:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studystudy</title><content type='html'>wokay...so i lied...i will blog.. it's weird not to blog...but the past few days...ive been studying....well a bit tad to slow cos i get distracted by the internet. Oh well... But i've been studying with grace lee which is kinda cool...cos even when we were way back in JC i have never really like study study with her...like having a study date together kinda thing. So yep, we've been studying in pgp...i find it a bit too sad cos i sleep, eat and study there... But then again...im getting used to it..cos the pressure to do better than last semester is there. No time to be sad. So yep Gambate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have no idea why i am a fan of wentworth miller.. Dont you find him hot?! I mean i dont even care about the rumors if he's gay. I mean he's clever and handsome and a good actor...swoons. I like him. I like him a lot. hyukhyuk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-4490806071547024725?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/4490806071547024725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=4490806071547024725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4490806071547024725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/4490806071547024725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/04/studystudy.html' title='studystudy'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-5280940085175799452</id><published>2007-04-04T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:24:16.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>OK. I know i haven been updating my blog and all. So i think i should announce tt i wont be updating my blog till end of april due to my end of semester exams. I will be hopefully concentrating on my studies. So i dont think i'll have time to update. yep. Sad sad life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....there are still other happening events coming up. A wedding this coming sunday and rusydiah's birthday celebration and i hope that's the end of it. I really need to start studying. i dont wanna fail another module already. Haha. But trips to Starbucks are always welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School aside. Grandma has been on my mind. She's in a very bad state and it has affected everyone in the family. I just hope everything will be ok. Insyaallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..i gtg now. bubbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-5280940085175799452?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/5280940085175799452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=5280940085175799452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5280940085175799452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/5280940085175799452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/04/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-6987056670963032256</id><published>2007-03-28T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:36:51.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x5cnSn1XMk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x5cnSn1XMk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is by Nerina Pallot...The name of the song is "Sophia". It's pronounced as so-fa-ya. haha. It's the Old English way of pronounciation. But the song addictive lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-6987056670963032256?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/6987056670963032256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=6987056670963032256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6987056670963032256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/6987056670963032256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-song-is-by-nerina-pallot.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-3434249230275571592</id><published>2007-03-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:48:35.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past comes back to haunt you</title><content type='html'>Now old and alone, she is obsolete in the world.&lt;br /&gt;She struggles to get up and keeps repeating her actions&lt;br /&gt;She dwells on the past as there is no future.&lt;br /&gt;Does she ever think of repenting on all of her past sins?&lt;br /&gt;Or does she blame God to have put her in this state?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to blame her children?&lt;br /&gt;No one can help her but herself.&lt;br /&gt;But then again she's not strong to do that.&lt;br /&gt;She is surrounded by the people who got hurt by her..&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that they dont want to help her?&lt;br /&gt;All i ask for her is to pray to Allah and ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;But is it already too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont regret doing something really bad that might come back to haunt you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-3434249230275571592?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/3434249230275571592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=3434249230275571592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3434249230275571592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3434249230275571592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/03/past-comes-back-to-haunt-you.html' title='Past comes back to haunt you'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-8086361861626601641</id><published>2007-03-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:16:02.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated birthday celebration!</title><content type='html'>My life has been very hectic... Mainly with school. There are just so many tutorials, assignments and projects....And exams are like coming!!!! haiz....obviously some have started...but some people like me, are still struggling to do tutorials. Im on the verge of tearing all my notes in frustration. Oh well, i just hope everything will go well. I desperately need to pull my grades up.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the monstrosity in school, i had a ball of a time on Sunday. I spent my day with click6. The point is to celebrate my belated birthday....But to me...the days when we celebrate each of our birthdays...belated or not....are the days where i feel that we are honestly keeping our friendship together. I doubt we would meet on other occasions as all 6 of us are going totally different paths in life and coming together despite our differences means a lot to me. It's like a constant in my life. So yea...let's keep it up click6! together forever.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, we went ice skating at jurong east. To be honest im not too sure what's the name of the shopping centre....haha.. i honestly dont care...what matters is...i had a great time!! Truth be told....we look like idiots half the time trying to ice skate...However, this being our first time, falling a few times is not that awful....although i gotta say....that one fall i had is really a bad one....i strained my neck...so i cant look to the side properly... Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...despite all of us being casualties that day, we still looked damn fine... it feels like we went to a cold country for a vacation...all decked in coats and gloves....aND then to end our almost perfect day...we went all the way to changi village to eat the famous ayam penyet for dinner. And it doesnt hurt that the mamats there are so good-looking especially the one serving the rice... haha. Must go there again..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again click6 for the wonderful day... and the presents are lovely!!!!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFEaiAbdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwR-BH3WE8k/s1600-h/SP_A0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFEaiAbdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwR-BH3WE8k/s1600-h/SP_A0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFEaiAbdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwR-BH3WE8k/s1600-h/SP_A0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFEaiAbdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwR-BH3WE8k/s1600-h/SP_A0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFp6iAbeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xnNDXJ6hV_c/s1600-h/SP_A0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041363788020870626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFp6iAbeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xnNDXJ6hV_c/s320/SP_A0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and shikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFp6iAbfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZElQzpO5Xw0/s1600-h/SP_A0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041363788020870642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFp6iAbfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZElQzpO5Xw0/s320/SP_A0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr...cooollldd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFqKiAbgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZU97DLRaWM/s1600-h/SP_A0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041363792315837954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFqKiAbgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZU97DLRaWM/s320/SP_A0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lifesavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFqKiAbhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iIHe5HFFpJ8/s1600-h/SP_A0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041363792315837970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFqKiAbhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iIHe5HFFpJ8/s320/SP_A0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the orange EVERLAST watch!!&lt;br /&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/29086399-8086361861626601641?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/8086361861626601641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=8086361861626601641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8086361861626601641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/8086361861626601641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/03/belated-birthday-celebration.html' title='belated birthday celebration!'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2oUpM1gJyUM/RfaFp6iAbeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xnNDXJ6hV_c/s72-c/SP_A0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-1427677584345038289</id><published>2007-03-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:07:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall out boy</title><content type='html'>haha...fall out boy was okayy. They played good music. Got the crowd moving. So it was good. However, waiting for the band sucks. They were like one hour late. Must have come straight from the airport. The crowd was huge...but not very friendly. Irritating american kids were behaving like they owned the whole concert. Annoying. And then there were those wannabes...I mean why do you have to act like you dont have any asian blood in you? But yea...i wished i got to be closer to Pete. I mean Sufi got to touch him....arrgh. Haha. The opening acts for the concert sucks especially the second one. Oh man...i even forgot the name of the band. But when Fall Out Boy finally came....it was wonderful even if it's only for a little while. They played, A little less sixteen candles, Sugar we're going down, Dead on arrival and Saturday among other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed what?? I bumped into dadi that night too. Well obviously not at the concert...but at Pasir Ris where me, my sis and sufi-chan decided to grab a bite at Ol Mac. Surprised to see her. Haha. She has changed a lot. That's all i can say...hmmm....oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Concerts can be so tiring. I was supposed to wake up to go help out at NUS Biathlon but i fell asleep. I decided to skip it altogether. Was damn pissed with myself. I think i pissed my captain even more....oh well....too tired to even care at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i wanna meet (if possible):&lt;br /&gt;Kiran&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Noor&lt;br /&gt;Click 6&lt;br /&gt;Nasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-1427677584345038289?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/1427677584345038289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=1427677584345038289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/1427677584345038289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/1427677584345038289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/03/fall-out-boy.html' title='fall out boy'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-3765501842015730781</id><published>2007-02-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:57:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midterm</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell. I screwed up my mid-term... At this rate, i'm not graduating on time. What tough luck. I need something good to happen to me. I just spent my birthday studying a test which i think i might not pass. Nothing is going right. Leaving home i think was the stupidest decision ive done. Dont get me wrong...i love my freedom. But i realised that things at home have been kind of rough lately. The worst part is...they are hiding it from me. It's really bad. I mean these "tests" are really testing my limits. Maybe God wants me to look life at a different perspective. But i'm being stubborn about it. Change is not in a piscean. i am not able to adapt to change. I'm still adapting to being 20. Oklah...im just a few days into my twenties. I still look 16. SEE what i mean. Even my physical appearance does not want to change to my real age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyword here is change. Ok i'll start changing by not being distracted by my laptop and start doing some of my homework. Blergh....no sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to Fall Out Boy Concert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want for my postponed birthday. GET ME paramore cd!!!! Have a great time finding tt for me. Cause i think it's not on sale in Singapore. It might be at HMV. But the last time i checked....it wasnt. Anyway, i think their 2nd latest album is not out yet. So yea....just proclaiming what i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-3765501842015730781?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/3765501842015730781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=3765501842015730781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3765501842015730781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/3765501842015730781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/02/midterm.html' title='midterm'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-561371232443168401</id><published>2007-02-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:57:15.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>i'm so fed up with my boring life. Hitting 20 soon. END of my teenage years....I remembered watching Charmed, Buffy.... Does that mean i am not allowed to do teenage stuff? I mean like can i do anything that is very teenagey? I dont wanna grow up. Oh man..it's like tt song...i'm not a girl not yet a woman. I never liked britney spears songs....but oh well....Britney was so part of my teenage life. Bye teenage life. i'll miss you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-561371232443168401?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/561371232443168401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=561371232443168401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/561371232443168401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/561371232443168401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-117167996295624073</id><published>2007-02-17T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:39:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day?!</title><content type='html'>Let's see, what did i do for my valentine's day? Oh yar...did nothing. Was stuck in school all day. Haiz...It was just so hard to see love birds literally flying around on campus. Like ughh... It's just an overrated celebration. And celebrate what?...true love? I'm getting skeptical about this kind of lovey dovey stuff. Cos i have never experienced it. Not even at this stage in my life. This love thing is like a tug of war against time. Time to find the perfect someone... I dont want to find someone at the age of 30. And it's not likely that person will appear out of the blue. Well at least maybe in my dreams. I've washed my hands off this situation. Like seriously. I'll just live with my bibik. Pathetic...but that's what'll i do. Or i go to Penang. I like guys with the Penang slang. Hyukhyuk. Joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, malam pentas was great! Just wanna give props to hudy and the rest of the organizing committee. I personally liked the drama. But if i had seen irda's and hudy's performance...i totally would have changed my mind. After malam pentas, i went to the coffeeshop opposite parco bugis junction. As usual, the food was delicious. Yummy! heez. It was a great meal to end the horrendous week and to start a fulfilling weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year coming! To all my chinese friends...Gong Xi Fa Cai! Have a prosperous New Year ahead. Enjoy the holidays evryone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Khairiah...Next time i'll save yOu the torture of attending any malay cultural event. We go to a getai ok. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-117167996295624073?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/117167996295624073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=117167996295624073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/117167996295624073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/117167996295624073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day.html' title='V-day?!'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-117102293967911607</id><published>2007-02-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:08:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>locked up</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since i last blog. Got like loads and loads of stuff to do. Basically, i'm busy with school. It's piling up like Mount Rushmore. Seriously, taking 6 modules is highly unreccomended but what to do....it's partly my fault that i have to go through all this trouble and I would definitely not wish it on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Grace Lee moved in to PGP on the 3rd week of the semester. Seeing a familiar face in PGP certainly makes life in PGP less boring. I think thanks to her, i actually joined this bhangra dance event at PGP. Knowing me, i would not have joined any. I would just get holed up in my room with my eyes peeled to the laptop. This week has been kind of nice. I got to meet irda and grace on tuesday for thai express @ holland V....The Tom Yam Soup there is like the best. Every sip is like super delicious. Not to0 sour and n0t too hot, it is just nice for someone who have been starving the whole day. Mind you....its 10 bucks per bowl. So eat your heart out man. I met irda again on Thursday...we had lunch together and bumped into Sufi-chan!Haiz...i miss the irda-sufi-adibah-chan days. We should make time to go out man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it weird...i have 6 mods + cca...which makes me extreemely busy, how is it possible that i am able to see more of my friends now. Is it time-management? Staying in PGP? Whatever it is, it makes me extremely happy. It makes me feel that i have REAL friends whose friendships have stayed strong since JC days. I can never do this uni education thing if there weren't any of them. So by hook or crook, i have to keep these friendships alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a funny incident happened this week....i got locked outside of my own room...better still my own freakin block. All thanks to a stupid exchange of keys. Haha. Liza...is sleeping over thursday and friday cos she has some audition on saturday. We actually decided that she should have the keys since she'll be back late. So on Thursday night, after dinner, she rushed for the cab that was leaving PGP. So in the haste, she asked for my key and i just gave it to her. The supposedly ideal plan was to go up to my room first and give her the key...so at least i will be in my room when she left....but nooo...i accompanied her get a cab at the PGP foyer and WITHOUT hesitation i gave her my keys. When i got back to my block, on the way to the lift...i looked for my keys...whoops...not with me anymore. I CANT do my homework...cant do nothing. So pissed with myself. So i ended up being stranded in the TV lounge. That's where i met this 4th year soci major. Her name is Yati. Talked for a good 1 hour. Apparently, she learnt a lot of outside classroom experience from NUS. Gained a lot of insight from her. So that one hour wasnt wasted on TV lah. She had to leave around 9.30pm. So it was me alone again at the TV lounge....watching american idol. Around 10.30 met up with a very apolegetic Liza to get my keys back. Haha. I think we both know that what we did was stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...that sums up what i've been doing. I want to say more...like about my Lil India trip...but it's not that exciting. So that's it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-117102293967911607?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/117102293967911607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=117102293967911607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/117102293967911607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/117102293967911607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/02/locked-up.html' title='locked up'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116954833212311783</id><published>2007-01-23T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:32:12.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>business</title><content type='html'>i'm bored. Like seriously. It's schoolwork all the way as tutorials are starting this week. Oh i just dont know how people can go out to have late nights supper and chill with friends.... Dont they have tons of work to do?? I have tons of em...but i seriously need to go out. Get out of NUS....out of this four walls i'm living in. I cant ask any of the click6 out cos...heh...they live in bedok...which i am not. Plus, people i know....just dont go out. period. I can go out with my dad.....but it gets a bit depressing sometimes. My sis is busy studying for A's....well i hope she is.. so i cant go out with her. Irda, Khairiah and Sufi is busy with their own stuff...irda is busy with ilsatari, khairiah is busy with housekeeping, sufi with work. And they're in arts most of the time.... SO basically...no one to go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...there has been other events that happened...like Muscle and Fitness War. This event was organised by my sub-club, Health and Fitness. Being the only amateur body-building competition in Singapore....there was a lot of pressure being put down on us. It happened last saturday...Nothing interesting really....just a bunch of guys in their trunks standing in front of the stage to show off their muscles. Cant believe that was what i worked for the past few months...but it was definitely an eye-opener...these guys really put in effort to participate in the event. Plus, i gained some muscles carrying goodie bags up and down the stairs...so i was quite happy...until i got home and started eating lots of food. :(&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The most important lesson i have learnt from this event planning is....NOTHING goes the way you plan it. I emphasize again...NOTHING. So if you want to plan an event...think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event was...i got a new t-shirt!!! There....that was like the most happening thing that has happened to me. Seriously.....i need not say this ok....please keep in touch with me....i'm like feeling friendless. No one person to hang out with the whole day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;br /&gt;lonely gal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116954833212311783?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116954833212311783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116954833212311783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116954833212311783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116954833212311783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/01/business.html' title='business'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116843622361240544</id><published>2007-01-10T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:37:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Environment, New Semester</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened...so many things. There is just so many changes that i have made in my life. And i really want to share it with you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might have known....i've moved in to my new room in Prince Georges' Park Residence to be closer to NUS, where my school is. It's in the WEST. I'm no longer living in the EAST. The reality has yet to sink in. Staying in a residence has its benefit AND costs. Benefits: i get my freedom...nobody can tell you what time to go home, focus on studying, shorter travelling time. Costs: Loneliness, missing bibik's cooking, missing home, have to clean my own room. These are just some of them. But definitely, i have got a real chance here to show my dad and the rest of my family that i am independent. As hard as it can be to accept....i'm almost 20 years old. I may not look like one....But i am. So here i am in my room...trying to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room, with pooh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/1600/385899/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/320/304573/cute.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than moving in to a hostel, school has started. This is the middle of the 1st week. So far things have gone OK. Except for some of the days where i was brooding over my modules. I cant help but being unsure of the modules i am taking this semester. But i cant let history repeat itself. For now, these are the modules that i bidded for, so help me God...i will stick with it. Now is the time for me to focus on pulling my CAP (which is low because i failed a stupid module). And i hope...with the new environment, i will be able to do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar...on the eve of New Year 2007....i was about roughly 50m away from taufik batisah and Hady Mirza. Whee... So close yet so far. Countdown was great..even though it was raining...I know it's a bit basi lah....New Year was like 10 days ago....but cant tahan lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/1600/137439/IMG_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/320/568009/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116843622361240544?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116843622361240544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116843622361240544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116843622361240544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116843622361240544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-environment-new-semester.html' title='New Environment, New Semester'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116802200930283139</id><published>2007-01-06T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:33:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful World</title><content type='html'>Artist: James morrison &lt;br /&gt;Song: Wonderful World &lt;br /&gt;Album: Undiscovered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been down so low&lt;br /&gt;people look at me and they know&lt;br /&gt;they can tell something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;like i don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring through a window&lt;br /&gt;standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like them&lt;br /&gt;but i'll mess it up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tripped on my way in&lt;br /&gt;and got kicked outside, everybody saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;but i can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;well i thought that i was doing well &lt;br /&gt;but i just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;well i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;from the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;but i can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel so full of love&lt;br /&gt;it just comes spilling out&lt;br /&gt;it's uncomfortable to see&lt;br /&gt;i give it away so easily&lt;br /&gt;but if i had someone i would do anything&lt;br /&gt;i'd never, never, ever let you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;i won't i won't leave you, on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who am i to dream?&lt;br /&gt;dreams are for fools, they let you down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;but i can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;well i thought that i was doing well &lt;br /&gt;but i just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;well i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;from the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;but i can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i could make it better&lt;br /&gt;i'd give anything for you to call me, or maybe just a little letter&lt;br /&gt;oh, we could start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;but i can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;well i thought that i was doing well &lt;br /&gt;but i just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;well i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;from the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;but i can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;i can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;i got all the right clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;i just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;well i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;from the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;but i can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;when you're with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116802200930283139?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116802200930283139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116802200930283139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116802200930283139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116802200930283139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2007/01/wonderful-world.html' title='Wonderful World'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116740202121261459</id><published>2006-12-29T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:20:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>Sorry if i have been away too long..my last entry was kind of rushed and spontaneous if you would call it. But i guess i had this gut feeling...that my results would not be so good. Frankly..i never felt so awful in my life...i got my results on wednesday. It wasn't bad...it was WORST...Practically cried the whole day. Called everyone up...my seniors, friends, everyone. I was confused on what to do. All my life...i thought that i would go far academically...cos i have always done good...not the best...but i was never at the bottom. Then i asked Khairiah to come over..cos frankly...pacing around the house didnt help...i needed someone to stop me from doing something stupid. I was thrust into the unknown....i didnt know what i was good at....what i want in life. It was a slap on my face. I have to figure it out. So Khairiah came over...helped me clear my head. She brought me a pre-room warming bear for my new room in PGPR. Thanks Khairiah. I was still a bit worried about my uni education tho'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was kind...he didnt scold me really...he just told me that he's proud that i made it this far...to university. But..it didnt really cheered me up....i was disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Irda gave me curtains...well..something tt looks a lot like one...for my room. (It was orange. so it does not matter). Thanks irda. We talked a little...mostly abt how life in NUS is so sucky...and how CORS bidding system is the worst invention ever. Come on....how can you use bidding to get modules that you want...it's not really a fair system to those who have failed a certain module and needed certain modules to pull their grades up but cant cos there is just so many people bidding and there are just too many limitations.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So admidst this mess, I forgot to tell all my friends that i will be staying in a residence in NUS. That's the only good thing now, considering...my sis needs her space in the house...and that there is just too much drama with my grandma's health and all. I really need to get away...even if it means to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116740202121261459?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116740202121261459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116740202121261459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116740202121261459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116740202121261459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/12/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116711270577473507</id><published>2006-12-26T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T13:58:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shit. stop me from fearing. stop me from worrying. stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116711270577473507?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116711270577473507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116711270577473507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116711270577473507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116711270577473507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/12/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116667733528820772</id><published>2006-12-21T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:02:15.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shikin's b'dae event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/1600/231795/CRIM0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/200/156277/CRIM0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!!! this a bit late...considering we had the celebration on the 17th of December when in fact shikin's birthday is on the 28th of November. And only now i'm going to post the events that unfolded on that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shikin our belated b'dae girl, was the star...my cutie pie. :) haha. We actually set up a surprise party for her...and boy ...was she surprised. hehe. i have a video of her so surprised..it's like the funniest thing... haha. i keep playing it non-stop. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a very fun time that day...lazying ard in fizah's house on a wet Sunday afternoon. Watching horror movies back to back. And you know what, good horror movies are so predictable but the best horror movie leaves you in suspense even after the movie ended. The reason why i said this was that we roughly knew the plot for An American Haunting and Final Destination 3 is like the same as the previous 2 movies...only different people and different death scenes...what a bummer. Hehe..but i enjoyed it...it was fun. Scaring ourselves half to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas shikin got her converse canvas shoes and a very memorable birthday celebration even if it is a bit tad too late...proudly brought to you by click6 productions. So if anyone ever wants a birthday party...please email us at click6@hotmail.com (bogus account-haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masked rangers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/1600/63520/CRIM0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/200/675784/CRIM0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/1600/335800/CRIM0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/200/811325/CRIM0092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/1600/102884/CRIM0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4225/3090/200/917042/CRIM0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116667733528820772?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116667733528820772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116667733528820772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116667733528820772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116667733528820772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/12/shikins-bdae-event.html' title='shikin&apos;s b&apos;dae event'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116625372734738611</id><published>2006-12-16T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:22:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrrrghhhhhh!!!!</title><content type='html'>arrrrghhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just plain irritated with myself. i'm soo not in the mood for anything right now....i just wanna dieee. i'm so freaking bored. i know i have many things that i could and should do...just that i can't bring myself to do it. And guess what... old habits do die hard. my stupid habit is haunting me again. sheesh. i'm disappointed with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116625372734738611?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116625372734738611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116625372734738611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116625372734738611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116625372734738611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/12/arrrrghhhhhh.html' title='arrrrghhhhhh!!!!'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116579485439187478</id><published>2006-12-11T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:54:14.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in KL!!!</title><content type='html'>Heyy people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess WHere i AM. KL Malaysia!! haha. so fun right. I brought my laptop along since the hotel has free internet access. KL has been great but 2 more days and i'll be back. sheesh. that's just horrible. I did a lot of shopping in one day. Can't believe it. I mean....i just can't stop. What was i supppose to do...my dad offered to pay for me. He just flash his credit card and that's it. Muahhaaha. And i had wanted to pay for them but my hands weren't really reaching for my wallet. But i really did paid for the stuff he didn't pay ok.(with a lot of heart pain). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing to shop with my dad sometimes. He wont like y'na.. sit one corner and wait for you to shop. He will shop with you. Me and my sis had to wait for him to choose a pair of very nice sandals. I dare say he spent a good 30 minutes. And guess what...no size. hurhur. But he chose the next nicest one.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at KLCC..wearing what we'd just bought of course. I wanted to take the view of the two towers but the camera i brought with me just sucks. Haha. Anyway...our hotel was just a walking distance away. So we decided to walk back. There were already a lot of clubs in the area. It was only 10pm but the clubs were already in full swing. imagine it being 3am. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL has not been disappointing. Oh man...i wish my friends are with me. A trip to KL with friends will be like the best. How bout june/july? Start planning now!!! SO that we can start saving and start buying the whole of KL...that will definitely boost their nation's economy. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...i need to get up, bathe and go for breakfast. So tired...but in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116579485439187478?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116579485439187478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116579485439187478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116579485439187478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116579485439187478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-kl.html' title='I&apos;m in KL!!!'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116540963700489005</id><published>2006-12-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:53:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dat's it</title><content type='html'>HALO HALOO!! i went to ikea tampines. and it sucks. just sucks. ok...it's not so bad...just that if you dont like very irritating singaporeans...my advice is...don't go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, khairiah's beside me...watching tv in my house. and i am using her laptop..muahahaha....so kind of her to visit me. i'm so bored. Nothing interesting in my life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go for taufik's (i mean taufik batisah) birthday bash or not...have to dress up lah...that's the leceh part. dress up as hollywood stars. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116540963700489005?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116540963700489005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116540963700489005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116540963700489005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116540963700489005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/12/dats-it.html' title='dat&apos;s it'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116499084289246352</id><published>2006-12-02T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:34:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done with the shit.</title><content type='html'>yay! I'M SO DONE WITH MY EXAMS! That's the shit. More shit will be coming my way and that is my exam results and next semester. I'm at a point in my life whether i should stick with this major or not. My hopes of getting honours were dashed when i sat for my first paper. Actually when i attended my first lecture. Hmm, it's pretty bad. Anyway, it's time to retreat and regroup...and I will be PREPARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the happy side of life, i spend the evening at irda's house. I was so tempted to stay and sleep over. But i guess i would want to have a good night's rest on my bed after a long time. It was fun hanging out at her place. And my timing was so right...her mum bought dunkin donuts from johor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching tv now, some opening ceremony in doha. I think its the asian games. Wow...it's kind of amazing...the visual and sound effects are really admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOoo many things i wanna do...basically i need to catch up with a few people. My JC friends and click6..and auntie noor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you? it's been a long time...since the end of fasting month. Hope u havent forgotten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116499084289246352?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116499084289246352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116499084289246352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116499084289246352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116499084289246352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/12/done-with-shit.html' title='done with the shit.'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116378334667390792</id><published>2006-11-18T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:09:06.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>events coming up</title><content type='html'>hmm...i cant wait for the hindi movie and brownies marathon day!!! So exciting. haha. It's like the one of the few events that i'm looking forward to. Next would be my trip to KL. Dont know if my dad is serious about the trip lah. Cant really trust him but i soo wanna shop in KL. Haha. Khairiah...you want to ikut? Must ask your mum first ar. hyukhyuk. Then erm, the other event i think would be celebrating all my friends' birthdays who are november babies. Exciting right. Motivation for me to study. Which i should be doing now...hmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you people...there is this person who sms me, i didn't know who is he. So i asked and he said he was one of the fire display performers from sentosa. How the hell he get my number i dont know. sheesh. weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope those of you who have gotten my presents are happy with it. I really dont think that is enough to show how much i treasure our friendship. Hope you will have a wonderful birthday and best wishes in everything you do. And dont forget mine!! hyukhyuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's it. Short and sweet like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116378334667390792?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116378334667390792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116378334667390792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116378334667390792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116378334667390792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/11/events-coming-up.html' title='events coming up'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116321650198059949</id><published>2006-11-11T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>why? just why? We women must do housework, juggle with schoolwork and lots more. While the guys just work. In this case, they just concentrate on their schoolwork. Sheesh. Not fair. I just feel really very bogged down with lots of things. Sheesh. And goodness...exams are coming. arrgh. frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to motivate myself. Y'na...like having incentives for me to study. Like if i finish what i wanna do. Then can go out...Not working. And sometimes i wonder, why do i study? For what do i get myself stressed for? hurhur. TO GET A FRIGGIN' PAPER QUALIFICATION. So that IF i get work, i am able to get lots of money. What a life we lead...It's really damn materialistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just seriously have no life. titik. full stop. I keep thinking about the past and that's bad. I keep thinking about the future that's even worse. I'm literally stuck in NUS. NUS may be a good uni, but i dont see the goodness in the people there. All in a paper chase and so competitive that they will even step on their own friends' toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is bad. But IF there are no friends, what makes life bearable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116321650198059949?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116321650198059949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116321650198059949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116321650198059949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116321650198059949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/11/sheesh.html' title='sheesh'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-116260022805286066</id><published>2006-11-04T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:30:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harlow..</title><content type='html'>it's been more than a month since i posted something. sheesh. so i just want to say hi... You know what...i feel i have a lot of people who missed me...am i right? Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...i'm with a big dilemma. Not so big lah..but i need opinions..There are 2 types hostel. There is the residences and there is halls. Double occupancy rooms cost $40 per week and single room costs $60. There are only a few double rooms in residences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residences do not provide food at all. That means must come out with some money to wither buy food or cook food. Then the halls provide food...but only breakfast and dinner and for six days including saturday, the day which i plan to go home to bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residence no need to take part in hall activities. So it takes up less of your time. For halls, you need to engage in co-curricular activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a double room but i dont want to engage in hall activities but at the same time i dont want to cook. sheesh..Should i stay in a hostel at all..i'm very scared i get homesick but it's a big step for me to become independent.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opinions needed. Rewards given. (a big wet kiss from me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-116260022805286066?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/116260022805286066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=116260022805286066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116260022805286066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/116260022805286066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/11/harlow.html' title='harlow..'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115919740743335128</id><published>2006-09-25T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:16:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore idol</title><content type='html'>wah....hady won!!! My vote didnt go to waste...yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking..It's really funny...i mean i dont know whether in the future im gonna care about the next general election as much as i care about voting for the next Singapore idol...it's like the latter takes precedence over anything else.. who really cares which party has the most number of seats in the parliament....i mean some ppl do. But right now...choosing singapore idol is the most important responsibility i have to uphold Singapore's integrity in the the music arena.  &lt;br /&gt;it's great tt hady won...i feel happy for him. hmm. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115919740743335128?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115919740743335128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115919740743335128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115919740743335128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115919740743335128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/09/singapore-idol.html' title='singapore idol'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115840454781907296</id><published>2006-09-16T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:02:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugger</title><content type='html'>sorry to my friends...who got mad at me..for not updating my blog. I've been busy...but today...i have it  point to tell u whats up and whats down in my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i mentioned tt i was going to be interviewed to be in health n fitness committee....yep...by some miracle..after all the wrong things i said...i got to be the secretary. haha.. That's kinda good and bad...it's good cos i made more friends. and i recently went to a sports ball organised by nus sports club(nus health n fitness is their sub-club)....it's kinda like prom....haha...so i reused my prom dress...hnf has been taking up quite alot of my free time...and i am so desperately trying to catch up with school work...it's been really hard...haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i guess it's for this sem. Mid-term test coming soon then after the mid-term break(after nxt week!!HINT), there'll be a whole lot of people mugging for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...and yar did i tell u...today when i was with my friend doing some hw at mac bedok cinema...the mat delivery guy from mac was pestering me all the way ar...he was just sitting there at the side with his whole other mac crew...(filled w minahs and other mats)...waiting for orders to come in...and he chose to disturb me.. such an arse. he said i'm sombong ar..and i only talk in english lah...Of course what....my friend is chinese!!!and why would i even bother to talk to him....buat bodoh sudah. not my standard...i really dont like guys who just pick girls up on the street or anywhere..i mean i rather know that person as a friend or something first...call me conservative but yar...obviously in this kinda situations..there is absolutely no reason to get to know that person...u have nothing in common. and so unglam..pick girls up at macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah..click6 i'll find another time to upload hana's b'dae trip pics and video...sorry for the long delay...but yay...frm nowon let's record a video for every b'dae celebration or any other click6 outing...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...dat's it...keep in touch my friends...i miss u guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115840454781907296?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115840454781907296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115840454781907296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115840454781907296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115840454781907296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/09/bugger.html' title='bugger'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115661078724201898</id><published>2006-08-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:46:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summary of events in my life</title><content type='html'>hello world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing much to say...sch is going fine...i'm getting the hang of it. But i havent heard from floorball yet. i'm not sure whether i can make the sch team squad. Very tough...and i played sucky last saturday for the trials...but still the adrenaline rush flowing through my body after a long break from playing floorball was very welcoming. At that moment, there were no worries, no troubles...just pure joy. Got a back ache after that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i signed up for health and fitness club just in case i dont get into floorball...haha. it's so not me...but kiran says it's easy to gain cca points...and yea...the ppl seem nice. Got an interview on mon evening for a spot as a committee member in the health and fitness club. Not looking forward to it...not wanting it either....just trying it out for fun.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this professor in sch....i really admire...i mean he's super cool....dun get me wrong....he's really old....he can be my dad...even older. He's actually from University of Melbourne....but he's a visiting prof in NUS. And he got all this experiences and stories that are so interesting. He talks to you like an adult which is so very rare in my case. He's not authoritative. So whenever u talk to him u just feel at awe...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like his accent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....hady mirza must get into the finals...that joker joakim should just quit lah...seems like the whole of singapore is blinded by his monkey acts...it's the judges fault...he should not have been selected in the top 28 in the first place. LOOK what happened.... rahimah and mathilda is out. Sadness. I think Joakim's cousin is hot....did u guys see the recent episode re-run???..he's 10 times better looking than Joakim. HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah...i miss u ppl...irda...sufi...khairiah(in some way or another)...click 6...auntie noor...grace...04s309...my own sis...dadi(good luck for prelims)...everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....suppose to do my tutorials....will do them soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;events coming soon:&lt;br /&gt;ilsatari&lt;br /&gt;farhana's b'dae outing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115661078724201898?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115661078724201898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115661078724201898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115661078724201898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115661078724201898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/08/summary-of-events-in-my-life.html' title='summary of events in my life'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115543516507295661</id><published>2006-08-13T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:12:45.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...Here i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with science orientation week. SOW for short. I still feel detached in NUS despite much effort by the seniors. Honestly, i'm just a scared little girl. It's ironic...cos i'm 19...It's just that i'm being burdened by all this new responsibilities. And having no one to depend on is really hard. Oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made friends...but it's like i havent found anyone i could actually click with. And...i've never felt this way ok...i feel my height is a weakness. My personality is not enough to cover this weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of mind...i'm always worried of the modules i'm taking. I'm wondering whether i choose the correct modules...whether i bid too much...how the modules i pick might affect my CAP. I'M A WORRIER that's what i am. And to be honest i dont like who i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is shitty lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115543516507295661?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115543516507295661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115543516507295661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115543516507295661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115543516507295661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115397734152474508</id><published>2006-07-27T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:15:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSYBUSY</title><content type='html'>OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy this past few days. People dont think i'm busy though. They think i'm slacking at home...rotting my guts away. Well i'm not..I've been going out almost everyday. And even if i was at home....i'll do housework. Doesnt mean that if u dont go out to work....u're wasting ur time. It just means that u will not earn extra cash. I would want to work okay. Just that i hate job-hunting. And the fact that my uni life is officially abt to start...Why bother lookiNg for a job. I'm happy doing things that i have painfully neglected while i was in JC. Reading books, Surfing the net, movie marathons, hanging out with my ol' friends and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As i have said...i've been BUSY. Well, on tuesday...me, hana and rusy had a nice day together just hanging out and watching movies we rented at Rusy's house. The movie YOURS, MINE AND OURS was about 2 single parents who got married. The twist is....she has 10 kids and he has 8 kids. Imagine having 10 new brothers and sisters... IT'S CHAOTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second movie was IN HER SHOES starring cameron diaz and toni collette. Rusy and hana didn't get to see the ending......Dont worry ok...i'll tell ya this coming sunday.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday(yesterday), i went to Johor with my dad. We went to the new shopping centre...called Aeon Tebrau City. It is very BIG. Nothing much really...a lot of shops there are what we have in Singapore...The only difference is the price. Plus...there are lots of good restaurants there. So there is a variety of food to choose from. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...im busybusy...grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115397734152474508?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115397734152474508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115397734152474508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115397734152474508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115397734152474508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/07/busybusy.html' title='BUSYBUSY'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115313733564911923</id><published>2006-07-17T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:55:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>DESCUBRA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/DESCUPRA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/DESCUPRA1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHH...&lt;strong&gt;IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK&lt;/strong&gt; from the NUS Malay Society and Muslim Society Camp. Actually, i came home on thursday. I was just lazy to blog about it...until now. Thought i should do it now since i have the time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was...to my amazement...kinda fun. As some might know. I'm not that melayu. If you tell me a pantun...i can never answer you with my own. And i hope that this does not offend anybody...especially the facilitators...i thought the camp might be boring with lots of melayu stuff and what-nots. &lt;strong&gt;BUT I LOVED IT&lt;/strong&gt;. So much so...i feel i can actually fit in with the malay society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been much kind of a loner since i was in kindergarten. Socialising just ain t my thing lah. The malay camp however...caters to all kinds of people..soccer mats, minah tudungs, minah rock, mat jiwang...blahblahblah and me. True enough...i just can't click with some people. But you just gotta go with the flow. Tolerance i say. Just smile i say. You'll never know when you need the help of these people. It is understood...but still hard to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to summarize...the malay camp was enlightening. I wanna thank the facis as well as my team members from DESCUBRA for making the camp an enjoyable one. U people rock. I appreaciate you ppl. I mean no way we could have been &lt;strong&gt;NO.1&lt;/strong&gt; without a reason. We just simply rock. And to irda's parents who have been so kind to send me all the way back to Bedok. W/o them i might have to spend a sum on cab fare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115313733564911923?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115313733564911923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115313733564911923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115313733564911923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115313733564911923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/07/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115249999502380630</id><published>2006-07-10T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:53:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zidane</title><content type='html'>OH MY WORD!!! Zidane!!! How could you do that??!! You screwed it up BIG TIME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't watch the match... he gave a head strike to the chest of Italy's Materazzi. JUST IMAGINE!! He got red carded. Obviously. Such a big mistake...France lost without him at the line-up for penalty shoot-outs. He was not even allowed to the presentation ceremony and it was his last game in the World Cup. I nearly cried. For all the drama...he is still the best player in my heart. Figo too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camp is today...i'm excited but nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...will be back thursday. See u then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115249999502380630?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115249999502380630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115249999502380630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115249999502380630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115249999502380630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/07/zidane.html' title='Zidane'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115238200577701498</id><published>2006-07-09T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:06:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO ya!!</title><content type='html'>Yest i went out with my godmum and my sis... We met her at the Traders' Hotel. It's near tanglin mall. There's nothing at the mall lah...But there is this shop that caught my eye...If i'm not mistaken, it's called the party shop. They have all sorts of stuff. I thought it was more of a witchcraft/halloween shop. Y'na...like there were rubber snakes and rubber hands and fake teeth and witch hats. If only there was a broom...Maybe i could fly away with Harry Potter and come live with him in the magic school. Bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...we ate at Delifrance. The food was perfecto. Worth the money i say. So the main good thing about that day was meeting my godmum. It's been quite a long time since we've met. She brought her new laptop along with her. So we taught her how to use it. Hopefully she gets it. Fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town was so crowded...and the Great Singapore Sale sucks. Now they are left with ugly stuff.. There is nothing nice on sale. :( hiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yea...my day went well...It's Portugal and Germany for the 3rd/4th placing. Hopefully Germany can gain back some dignity on their own soil. The NEXT world cup is in South Africa. SO fun!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115238200577701498?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115238200577701498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115238200577701498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115238200577701498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115238200577701498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/07/boo-ya.html' title='BOO ya!!'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115181994351637331</id><published>2006-07-02T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:59:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucky saturday....happy sunday??</title><content type='html'>i had the worst day of my life yesterday....i don't know whether i'm just pms-ing or it was really just a bad day. Well i think it was a bad day made worst by my pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..went out with my dad and sis to Parkway. i thought it would be a fun day. Then my sis started to piss me off with her unnecessary remarks. i got into a black mood then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking around for a router. A router is actually something that helps to share your internet connection with other computers. We ended up buying it at bedok at the comp shop we usually go to. I wont tell u the shop's name lah...so as not lower the shop's credibility. But the router ended up not working..because it wasn't suitable for our comp. Long story short....i wasted $78....because the man said it was non-refundable. On the other hand...he gave us full confidence that it'll work. We trusted him ok. I mean we're not computer geniuses. He was supposed to informed us in some ways or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall...it was an expensive lesson learnt. arrgh...thinking about it gives me a heart break. NEVER EVER TRUST THE SALESPERSON....ALWAYS MAKE AN INFORMED DECISION WHEN IT COMES TO BUYING SOMETHING....OR IT MIGHT BECOME WORTHLESS IN THE END. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal won over England through penalty shoot-outs. I had a feeling that they would win. i must say though...i DISLIKE C.Ronaldo. I mean there are a few instances where he could have scored if he had worked wih his teammates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite impresed with England. England played with all their heart despite having all the top players off the field. Serves Rooney right for being sent off. i pity the portuguese guy who almost lost his manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP AND WAS TOLD BY MY AUNT THAT BRAZIL LOST. how???? I GOT A FEELING A LOT OF PEOPLE LOST THEIR BETS.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope today will be a better day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115181994351637331?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115181994351637331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115181994351637331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115181994351637331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115181994351637331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/07/sucky-saturdayhappy-sunday.html' title='sucky saturday....happy sunday??'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115098924773467316</id><published>2006-06-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:14:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore!</title><content type='html'>Heyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on youtube...it's a music video starring MY FAVORITE BAND: PARAMORE.&lt;br /&gt;They're singing Emergency (acoustic). Very nice. Liked the guitar part. Listen to the lyrics. It's straight from the heart. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9g4zO4imbU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9g4zO4imbU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emergency"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have an emergency&lt;br /&gt;I think we have an emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't stop holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;So are you watching me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't stop holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an emergency&lt;br /&gt;So are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't pretend that I don't see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not your fault&lt;br /&gt;When no one cares to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;To talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen love die&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When it deserved to be alive&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When you deserve to be alive, alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you give up every chance you get&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel new again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have an emergency&lt;br /&gt;I think we have an emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you do your best to show me love,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;So are you watching me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't pretend that I don't see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not your fault&lt;br /&gt;When no one cares to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;To talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen love die&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When it deserved to be alive&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When you deserve to be alive, alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These scars, they will not fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares to talk about it, talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen love die&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When it deserved to be alive&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When you deserve to be alive, alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115098924773467316?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115098924773467316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115098924773467316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115098924773467316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115098924773467316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/06/paramore.html' title='Paramore!'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115090480066558236</id><published>2006-06-21T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:46:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days of My Life</title><content type='html'>ok....today has been great!!! Well compared to yesterday. I vaguely remember what i did yesterday. Let's try and compare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up&lt;br /&gt;Ate Cambell's chicken and mushroom soup with pasta&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Woke up again&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt my ipod&lt;br /&gt;Gave tuition to my niece at Chai Chee&lt;br /&gt;Went home&lt;br /&gt;Watched Oprah&lt;br /&gt;Er...actually did those crossword puzzles...those kinds where u have to find words in a box full of letters. Gosh...my IQ is dropping... one puzzle took me like a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Anugerah Skrin. Really glad that Ibu Glamor didn't win. &lt;br /&gt;Watched World Cup Qualifiers...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up&lt;br /&gt;Ate lontong for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Did some puzzles&lt;br /&gt;Fixed my stupid ipod&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my cuz in a CAR. &lt;em&gt;She got her driving license 2 mths ago. Finally!! someone who can actualy drive in my house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt;. Supposed to go to Arab street. Ended up in Chinatown. It was &lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;My cuz treated us to Komala's East Coast&lt;br /&gt;Went home with a full stomach&lt;br /&gt;NOW watching soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt; was the best. I had the &lt;strong&gt;bestest&lt;/strong&gt; of times at Sentosa. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the click6. We ahould get clicking again sometime soon... hahaha. Get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115090480066558236?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115090480066558236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115090480066558236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115090480066558236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115090480066558236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/06/days-of-my-life.html' title='The Days of My Life'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-115055876074814314</id><published>2006-06-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:48:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang trip</title><content type='html'>I came back from Penang not too long ago to visit my darling grandmother (mak tuk). It was only for 6 days. Not the usual 2 weeks i had hoped for. Penang was still fun. NOTE: If people are looking for a shopping haven...it definitely ain't Penang. So i didn't shop that much. :( My malaysian ringgit rendered useless. Penang has more of a laid back atmosphere. There is this teenage hang-out where you can see a scenic view of the Penang bridge....BEAUTIFUL. But the camera couldn't capture it. Too far or something. WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother cooked a lot of food during our stay there. I mean a WHOLE LOT of food. I think she wanted us to try all her tasty delicacies before going back to Singapore. I'll admit it was more than what i can take. Hmm...anything to make my granny happy. Yeah...I miss her already. It was really great to see my cousins, uncles and aunties. My young cousins are all grown up already!!! Taller than me. I wonder how tall they will be on my next visit? It's so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took some pictures of my trip. Here's some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Senai Airport...Johor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20003s.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20003s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma's House&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20029s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20029s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my darling sis at Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20022s.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20022s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cuz...Azreen. Part-timing at Sushi King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20011s.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20011s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beloved Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20019s.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20019s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, uncle and auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20020s.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20020s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My not so little cuz... fyza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20021s.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20021s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, granny and my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20004s.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20004s.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afifah and Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/1600/penang%20046s.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4225/3090/320/penang%20046s.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29086399-115055876074814314?l=dibop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/feeds/115055876074814314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29086399&amp;postID=115055876074814314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115055876074814314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29086399/posts/default/115055876074814314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dibop.blogspot.com/2006/06/penang-trip.html' title='Penang trip'/><author><name>dibop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17861767542113290169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29086399.post-114913913367280390</id><published>2006-06-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T10:45:51.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Hater does the unthinkable</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to start a blog. I know I know....it's beyond reason. ME...starting a blog. What the hell was i thinking?! But it's just the only cool way to keep in touch with friends. Plus...i have too much free time in my hands. And just abut all my best friends have started their own blogs. So yea....blogs do have its benefits, just that some bloggers use it for all the wrong reasons. Like you know....to seek unwanted attention and blahblahblah. Well i'm gonna use it for all the right reasons...whatever they are. So i guess that's it for my first posting. 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