<?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-7212032976477309015</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:35:47.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the rain fall down</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-6182058879208446968</id><published>2009-03-11T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:21:47.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>11 March 2009 4.05am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont stop the tears falling to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I'll only try to wipe off that little frown.&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight your tears shine,&lt;br /&gt;producing a tale so visually divine.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-2829371670992981379</id><published>2008-05-20T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:54:33.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>And i don't want the world to see me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i don't think that they'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is addictive i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;it's like the BOMB man.&lt;br /&gt;i heard it in the van as we were zooming around singapore yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;it was hella fun la the graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back to school =(&lt;br /&gt;the friends, the laughters, the pictures, the walking around aimlessly, the exclamation of seeing each other, the catching up. priceless.&lt;br /&gt;that's all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-2829371670992981379?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/2829371670992981379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=2829371670992981379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2829371670992981379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2829371670992981379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2008/05/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-5348415989034754283</id><published>2008-05-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:40:17.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>i think it's rather time to update my old and dusty blog.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;well i do. just that i dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT since im bored today at work. i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weekend have been quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;well outing with my family for mum's day yeah.&lt;br /&gt;bought a few stuffs here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and T3 is freaking awesome. it's huge lar.&lt;br /&gt;should try popeye's. quite awesome lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i joined California Fitness. well complimentary pass for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;good enough yeah. and it seems cool really.&lt;br /&gt;met leisher and darren there. im looking forward to slimming down bros.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. yeah im smiling like a cheshire cat i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;FREE GYM? FUCK ME!&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen in love with a bag. CHROME. well i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;it's like oh-so-beautiful to me. but oh-so-fucking-expensive.&lt;br /&gt;but hey. I GOT PERMANENT JOB.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO money here i come.&lt;br /&gt;well saikang pay for saikang job i reckon. but i havent seen my contract.&lt;br /&gt;so i dont know. and i wont disclose my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET TO GO FOR GRADUATION. WOOOHOOO. that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;really made my day that day. im getting my robes today.&lt;br /&gt;then imma drop by training&lt;br /&gt;i miss training. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the big boss has come and it's time for me to get the fuck off. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-5348415989034754283?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/5348415989034754283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=5348415989034754283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5348415989034754283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5348415989034754283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-1765238777690330140</id><published>2008-04-10T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:02:25.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>Sooooooo it's been quite a long-assed time huh since this piece of crap was updated.&lt;br /&gt;so many many things have been going on. here and there and everywhere huh.&lt;br /&gt;so im on attachment now. well basic pay is damn boring. as well.&lt;br /&gt;and now im based in tuas. YES FREAKING TUAS.&lt;br /&gt;but on the flipside, it's quite fun lah really.&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues are nice. my buddies are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;and my supervisor is a supervisor you'd want. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not talk about her for fear that word might leak out to her and that she'll know im talking highly of her. yes.&lt;br /&gt;so everyday now i have to get out of the house AT 630am. yes.&lt;br /&gt;it's like im going to secondary school yeah. and i reach home at normally around 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;830 bar the dinner with yajing and clement.&lt;br /&gt;those are 2 of my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of attachment. it's gonna end in less than 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite sad too really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO results are out like weeks ago. yes i passed. lol although i thought that i wont pass the FYP module due to the fact that i HAVE NOT passed up my soft copy or hard copy or presentations or cad files or my aes. yes.&lt;br /&gt;miracles do happen and a B is quite cool really.&lt;br /&gt;my gpa went up by almost 0.2 BUT it's quite shitty luh.&lt;br /&gt;now everyone's talking about universities and i kinda feel inferior yeah.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos i dint study well or listen in class. no time to regret lah. cannot.&lt;br /&gt;dare to do and dare to face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take my chances one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;and i still hate my biomedical modelling teacher mr neo.&lt;br /&gt;for giving me a C for doing sooooo much shit. yes a C.&lt;br /&gt;how could you. i did so much lor, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this would be a kinda emo part yeah. the graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;dont think i can attend it yeah. that sucks lah. i wanna graduate with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;well i still get to but i dont get to attend the ceremony, i cant bring my mom along to see me on stage.&lt;br /&gt;well i only have myself to blame but yeah. that was what i was looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;people say it's a waste of time, yeah but i wanna see the look on my mom's face when im on stage. in front of your friends, in robes. taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the chance for a robe now. how sad. how miserable.&lt;br /&gt;this really played a big part on me. hmmm im still dreading the fact that i cant go.&lt;br /&gt;and the lecturers said i got to graduate with the others.&lt;br /&gt;dint know it applied to not being able to attend the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;this was the one time i can say a formal goodbye to my schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;we can meet up but it just isnt the same as being in school, getting to know each other's crap for 3 donkey years. it just made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;as i said, it's all my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well orientation has passed by. i dint get to attend camp eagles and the orientation. due to work.&lt;br /&gt;well it's sad yeah but i cant really do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss school and camps that i have participated in. i miss getting to know people.&lt;br /&gt;i miss showing myself out unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;it's where you let go of yourself and just have fun, be it participating or organizing.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the moments of fun and laughter with your bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping together in the room, with all the funky smells.&lt;br /&gt;the joy of seeing people suffer. yes i miss those moments terribly.&lt;br /&gt;i yearn of participating in a camp again upon hearing stories from people on how fun their camp was.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the noisyness of the camp when people talked in unison about everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;about the brainstorming if you were the organizers.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just me. but i really miss the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im looking forward to the gathering this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;hope that most of the people turn up then it'll be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;but lesser also aint so bad. i can get more food.&lt;br /&gt;and im coming down to school on tuesday for the watersports club commissioning and to take my polo package as well.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be nice to meet up with the team again.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my swimming buddies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all for now. im currently having free time cos i finished my work.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i've gotten to know new people, cool people.&lt;br /&gt;but it just isnt the same as being around your old friends.&lt;br /&gt;someone bring me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;bye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-1765238777690330140?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/1765238777690330140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=1765238777690330140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/1765238777690330140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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HEH.&lt;br /&gt;YES I'VE STARTED WORK. AT M+W ZANDER AT FREAKING JURONG.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE GOOD LUCKS. asses.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start doing my job on site at TUAS GSK. HOW THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;so far please. asshats. lol. they really wanna get me knackered off my salary lah.&lt;br /&gt;so meagre 2.50 an hour. khoonnie said 'WHAT THE HELL. IT'S LESSER THAN MCDONALDS'&lt;br /&gt;yes it is. geeeeeeeeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has been up.&lt;br /&gt;go off to work at 645 and back at 745. that's the norm. it's just tiring lah.&lt;br /&gt;so i gonna update what happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well highlight was lunch on wed with khoobs. yes eyecandy im gonna miss you&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im gonna help out at NAG cos im shagged.&lt;br /&gt;dont think you read my blog but ya. I'LL MISS YOU FUCKLOADS. lol&lt;br /&gt;sounds wrong though but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you the letter soon enough. someway. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the fork and the yummy tiramisu and the pouting cos you dont wanna take a pic.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE ONE AND IT'S ON MY ZEN.&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU CAN BE MY IMAGINARY GIRLFRIEND. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY was the best freaking day ever during work.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the funny fuckers im with at work. the video. the nerd. and the operation run-away.&lt;br /&gt;bugger the bus driver not opening the back door of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;knnbccb. i learnt a new phrase. AKU BANKAI. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and talhah will start doing his actions.&lt;br /&gt;lol he's seriously gonna miss us FUCKLOADS especially with the nerd for company.&lt;br /&gt;lol good luck ah. you can bankai until level 16.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;AND SUNSHINEEEEE. the gayyest most fucked up person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;well fucked up in a good way. hahaha he's quiet but crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and does the funniest actions. PICTURES WONT be up. im lazy to upload. WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;but i still wont forget the LOL. okay lah cant say his name&lt;br /&gt;BUT. man he's annoying. LOL. i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the milo and the biscuits and the coffee and the distractions and my hot babe&lt;br /&gt;YES A HOT FREAKING BABE.&lt;br /&gt;and the 2 chicks in the meeting room with that lucky idiot. MAN HOW COULD HE CONCENTRATE. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tilll next time. i'll take a pic of myself with safety boots and helmet with a crane in the background. LOL! BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-5435025642586368337?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/5435025642586368337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=5435025642586368337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5435025642586368337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5435025642586368337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-8280365517808535306</id><published>2008-02-14T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:58:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>was watching american idol a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;and this song got stuck to my head.&lt;br /&gt;the boy who sang it was 16 years old luh.&lt;br /&gt;i mean if i sang it confirm win. so. i dint make the trip to america. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thinking about our younger years&lt;br /&gt;There was only you and me&lt;br /&gt;We were young and wild and free&lt;br /&gt;Now, nothing can take you away from me&lt;br /&gt;We've been down this road before, but that's over now&lt;br /&gt;You keep me coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that i want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Im finding it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that i need&lt;br /&gt;And i found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh once in your life you find someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will turn your life around&lt;br /&gt;Bring you up when you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Now, nothing could change what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;There's lots that i could say&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Cause our love will light our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;For something to arrive&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;Now our dreams are coming true&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i'll be standing there by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much sums it up. figure out where the chorus is yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;right off to the hospital now. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-8280365517808535306?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/8280365517808535306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=8280365517808535306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8280365517808535306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8280365517808535306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2008/02/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-5604313527387814167</id><published>2008-02-03T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:18:57.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>i think i need haircut.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think long hair is manageable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;lol i bought wax. flaunt it. woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-5604313527387814167?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/5604313527387814167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=5604313527387814167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5604313527387814167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5604313527387814167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2008/02/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-3192745026805012897</id><published>2008-02-02T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T05:43:54.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest.. you.</title><content type='html'>3 cheers for you eh.&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i thought when i asked you to go was just to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;we're good friends, it's okay isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you dint know.&lt;br /&gt;it was the one of the few times i could actually go out. and i asked you.&lt;br /&gt;the second person i asked. was you.&lt;br /&gt;how happy i was when i thought you could go.&lt;br /&gt;then you said it was a nono. fine i understand.&lt;br /&gt;i pleaded you to go.&lt;br /&gt;well maybe you dint know. now you do. i PLEADED you.&lt;br /&gt;no reply whatsoever. if a no came back to me then it'd be okay.&lt;br /&gt;who do you take me for.&lt;br /&gt;guess im just another person huh.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i thought differently about you.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry. i wont ask you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who dont reply.&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning. i asked you again.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i thought you'd change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;how stupid i was huh.&lt;br /&gt;and again, no reply.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making it this way. this is how we bid goodbye dear you.&lt;br /&gt;how much my heart wants you. my brain says no.&lt;br /&gt;no more now.&lt;br /&gt;i thought maybe you'd still be something for me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;when i go. who knows if i dont come back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;anything can happen. maybe i dont mean as much to you as you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;even from what i say.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make today a day for you to remember me by.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to write to you something you can keep as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;but forget it.&lt;br /&gt;not after i waited for how long for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;not after i wanted for you at the stadium that day.&lt;br /&gt;you could have told me you werent coming.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to have met you.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to have given myself false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you.&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful life ahead okay (: without me.&lt;br /&gt;you have the looks and the everything.&lt;br /&gt;im sure you'll be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-3192745026805012897?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/3192745026805012897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=3192745026805012897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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my fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-4149270690237584512?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/4149270690237584512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=4149270690237584512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4149270690237584512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4149270690237584512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2008/01/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-6883285899078969598</id><published>2007-12-22T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T04:46:20.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darker</title><content type='html'>today's practice games at SAJC was fun as hell.&lt;br /&gt;aside from playing. AND I FELT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;i tanned. now im SUNBURNT.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to lie down, it hurts to rest my shoulders on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even scratch without wincing.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i think im darker.&lt;br /&gt;HEH yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon-ing again.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw's christmas eve and i got morning training.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going to lab tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;well whattheheck =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-6883285899078969598?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/6883285899078969598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=6883285899078969598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-2122161422487495026?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/2122161422487495026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=2122161422487495026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2122161422487495026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2122161422487495026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/tan.html' title='Tan'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-3606688702749511968</id><published>2007-12-20T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:58:31.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izinku pergi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pergilah rinduku, hilangkan dirimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak sanggup menanggung, derita dikalbuku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pergilah sayangku, bermula semula&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semangat cintaku, membara, kerana dia, tiada niatku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-2043349381060125391</id><published>2007-12-20T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T03:54:12.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie-marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So it's been a pretty boring week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;movie-marathon on the comp. i've watched like so many movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i watched like some movies 2 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;here's a list i'll recommend for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;remember the titans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bring it on - all or nothing(chick flick but good workout for my eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;american pie presents: beta house(HELLYEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gridiron gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STEP UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;take the lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;alone with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;superbad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;not a bad list considering i have school and i've been sleeping after 3am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;until patricia had to wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thankew chicky cheeky ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;today was an alright day. woke up a wee bit late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for prayers that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i got there on time.. so it wasnt a problem(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;caught up with my neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he went into army already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so talked for bout an hour then we went our separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suddenly there was a downpour. ha monsoon season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so pretty much nothing's on right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my aunts coming to my house to visit grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im going to sleep early. training tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dont wanna miss it for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel rusty since monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well i really dont feel like typing anything much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, i feel really stupid. why are these feelings surfacing again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not helped by friends, i really really am falling all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not a bad thing. just that... i dont know what to do anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why cant you just be a friend. why must you be something to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime i wanna forget about you, the more something will make you appear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i hate myself now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bah, this isnt to be written here. no one wants to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;secretly i hope you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and lastly. PHUONG VY IS HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;asian idol recap is on right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-2043349381060125391?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/2043349381060125391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=2043349381060125391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2043349381060125391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2043349381060125391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie-marathon'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-6478391282862640803</id><published>2007-12-17T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:14:47.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>alright, this is just a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im overly sensitive. but hey.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna air it out at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have been avoiding for the past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, especially about that money thing.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i spend on things that are not important.&lt;br /&gt;and by the time you know it, hey you're on a meagre amount of money left.&lt;br /&gt;truthfully i dont mind paying.&lt;br /&gt;be it 5 or 10. hey you're my friends.&lt;br /&gt;but think about it.&lt;br /&gt;every person's birthday i have to give money for a present.&lt;br /&gt;hey im happy for them yes. i have no ill feelings.&lt;br /&gt;but what about my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;if a shirt or whatever it is you guys cant afford, at least something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;something i can remember you guys by.&lt;br /&gt;that chocolate, i still have not eaten it yet.&lt;br /&gt;once i eat it, hell it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's birthday i contribute.&lt;br /&gt;okay by my own will.&lt;br /&gt;but why i dont wanna pay now is because how do i feel?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;to come out money, to see people wearing new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;what do i get?&lt;br /&gt;what can i show?&lt;br /&gt;maybe im a tad bit ungrateful and too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;well i dont think i am. im sorry i really dont.&lt;br /&gt;i can voice out my frustrations to you guys in person.&lt;br /&gt;but at least before i leave i wont leave a bad taste.&lt;br /&gt;i mean yes i dint expect anything at the start.&lt;br /&gt;the wishes were enough.&lt;br /&gt;but when it continues. it saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im the least important among you guys.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i want to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the least important person right now.&lt;br /&gt;that's how sad i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;i hope some of you guys read and maybe you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;i know im not one of the people you guys may like right now.&lt;br /&gt;but hey. i think i have a valid point right there.&lt;br /&gt;so understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-6478391282862640803?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/6478391282862640803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=6478391282862640803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6478391282862640803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6478391282862640803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-2435134361369734352</id><published>2007-12-13T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:44:06.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ohkay. since she's been tellling me all week to mention her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes yes the girl's name is MAS. her name abit too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im damn lazy to spell it out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im damn lazy to blog. but since she's been soooo nice this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well i dint make it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is what she said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- masnurulazurin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MAS THINKS I LOOK HANDSOME AND THAT MY HAIR LOOKS GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- masnurulazurin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;then you can add a YAY. at the back if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- masnurulazurin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes. apparently my flowing locks were deemed messy by many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now that i look different. cool eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;means i can attract more girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;holy hell. powerrrr lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and mas i mentioned your name &lt;em&gt;quite a few times&lt;/em&gt;. so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheerios (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and im going dinner later. im bringing sexy back. 'YEAH!' said jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-2435134361369734352?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/2435134361369734352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=2435134361369734352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2435134361369734352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2435134361369734352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/hamsome.html' title='HAMsome'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-9050332245741368808</id><published>2007-12-12T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T06:12:38.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im on the verge of a breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im fucking scared right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay i've been thinking for the best of a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im really really scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;traumatized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i may not show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cos i wanna forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh how fucked i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im really really scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im not being emo about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no not girls either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the time when you're shaped into a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'll never be me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i hope it's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear God, please dont let it be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-9050332245741368808?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/9050332245741368808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=9050332245741368808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/9050332245741368808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/9050332245741368808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/trauma.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-954703768989066388</id><published>2007-12-10T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T05:47:17.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That girl in the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I LOVE SWIMMING IN THE COLD WATER.&lt;br /&gt;wooo monday's training was fun. fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;we had to do push ups and crunches for warm up.&lt;br /&gt;and the fart sounds. WAHAHAHA. it made the cold night turn warm.&lt;br /&gt;the water was freaking cold and i frankly had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;im going faster every training. woooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home. in the train me and darren saw this HOT girl.&lt;br /&gt;as in HOT. STEAMING hot in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;yes omg damn hot. big eyes and long hair and oh so HAWTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;but pity pity she alighted at toapayoh station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and some of you may have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;yes the once flowing locks. well not really flowing, but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;yes the one with the back touching my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;the fringe touching my lips.&lt;br /&gt;the sides covering my ears.&lt;br /&gt;all GONE. GONE WITH THE WIND. GONE.&lt;br /&gt;now it's hello neck.&lt;br /&gt;hello ears.&lt;br /&gt;and hello eyes.&lt;br /&gt;snip snip snip. goodbye flowing locks.&lt;br /&gt;irene said 'finally i can see your face'&lt;br /&gt;wths irene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for what? for that medical checkup. man, idiot poked me twice.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, people came with LONGER hair than my once LONG hair.&lt;br /&gt;how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go back to CMPB. ALL the way there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;due to my bad eyesight and all that.&lt;br /&gt;gawd what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;but. i get to skip school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to the song bubbly by colbie caillat.&lt;br /&gt;makes me all warm in the cold weather (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-954703768989066388?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/954703768989066388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=954703768989066388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/954703768989066388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/954703768989066388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-girl-in-train.html' title='That girl in the train'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-2760347682681873726</id><published>2007-12-09T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:42:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>((:</title><content type='html'>can you see that big-assed smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;it's so big you cant erase it.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT MY NEW SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if it's black. i like i like.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to EVE for making it.&lt;br /&gt;EVE EVE EVE ((:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS LAH EVE.&lt;br /&gt;i owe you ice cream ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said it all in msn. hahaha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-2760347682681873726?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/2760347682681873726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=2760347682681873726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2760347682681873726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2760347682681873726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='((:'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-5873073941575946746</id><published>2007-12-04T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:22:07.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Zoom Moire+ ID no. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R1YlLXN5VTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FVG_I_p31CE/s1600-h/CAKHYNSR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140336901831087410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R1YlLXN5VTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FVG_I_p31CE/s200/CAKHYNSR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TISA! LOOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEEEEEEEEN&lt;/span&gt; enough? =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think it's nice =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-5873073941575946746?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/5873073941575946746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=5873073941575946746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5873073941575946746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/5873073941575946746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/zoom-moire-id-no-2.html' title='Air Zoom Moire+ ID no. 2'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R1YlLXN5VTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FVG_I_p31CE/s72-c/CAKHYNSR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-313007860834359987</id><published>2007-12-03T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:04:29.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>so. today, a miracle happened.&lt;br /&gt;like finally. I RAN. YES I RAN&lt;br /&gt;so clap for me please. CLAP LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;hoooray! hah.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel the pain of the runners of the stand chart marathon.&lt;br /&gt;gawd they ran like wtf lah. i ran like less than half of the 10k runners.&lt;br /&gt;and my legs are jelly-like.&lt;br /&gt;so imagine if i went for that 10k run.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be on crutches or a wheelchair today. how cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im running tomorrow. pain is pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;pain drives me on. pain pain pain in my shins.&lt;br /&gt;the lactic acid build-up in the calves and thighs.&lt;br /&gt;endure the pain and push through the unseen barriers.&lt;br /&gt;what dosent kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;and thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reason to run : because i have my bib and microchip with me and i did not leave it in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAWWWW i'll stop when im tired.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. where's the willpower you say?&lt;br /&gt;i flushed it down the toilet (:&lt;br /&gt;i want to put more songs on my playlist. any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;TAG AND RECOMMEND .&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT BITE. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-313007860834359987?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/313007860834359987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=313007860834359987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/313007860834359987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/313007860834359987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-3832702510032674033</id><published>2007-12-01T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T05:26:01.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the happiness yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;was brought back to earth in just one miserable day.&lt;br /&gt;first the soccer tournament.&lt;br /&gt;just that one stupid sucker punch, and we're out at the quarter finals stage.&lt;br /&gt;how so miserably sad.&lt;br /&gt;and we were doing oh-so-well.&lt;br /&gt;well my team's the best lah. who gives a fuck what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came that stupid mistake i made.&lt;br /&gt;it so freakingly totally my fault lah.&lt;br /&gt;i left my race bib and microchip in my lab.&lt;br /&gt;HOW STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;now i cant run tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i was so bloody looking forward to it lah.&lt;br /&gt;so many friends. i can finally have fun running or walking.&lt;br /&gt;now im just here cursing my goddamn luck.&lt;br /&gt;all cos of a stupid forgetful me.&lt;br /&gt;i scoured through engineering block for lecturers i know. NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;mr guru was kind enough to follow me around for the best of an hour, searching for someone who could access my lab. NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;i could cry. 40 bucks. and no 10 dollar refund.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;it just couldnt get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i got tisa to grieve with me.&lt;br /&gt;thankew crap partner (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-3832702510032674033?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/3832702510032674033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=3832702510032674033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/3832702510032674033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/3832702510032674033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/12/happiness-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-3147828377355859778</id><published>2007-11-30T04:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T04:04:15.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im smiling!</title><content type='html'>for something so small... im terribly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone wipe that huge-assed grin off my face. HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-3147828377355859778?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/3147828377355859778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=3147828377355859778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/3147828377355859778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/3147828377355859778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-smiling.html' title='im smiling!'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-8420997955857640959</id><published>2007-11-28T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:53:50.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday blues?</title><content type='html'>im so so shagged from soccer&lt;br /&gt;so you know shagged means emo.&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little under the weather today.&lt;br /&gt;i feel cold all over. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was listening to the song the kill by 30 seconds from mars.&lt;br /&gt;i started to reminisce about that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;it was really saddening. really really.&lt;br /&gt;cos of the words. here's the chorus, followed by the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;i'll add the song into my playlist at the side so you guys can hear it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Come, break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who i really am inside&lt;br /&gt;Falling from myself&lt;br /&gt;Falling for a chance&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who i really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the screaming and the passion really adds up everything.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she remembers.&lt;br /&gt;we may not be the best of friends, just that maybe i feel that i dont belong in her life.&lt;br /&gt;but the heart is still there.&lt;br /&gt;the feelings wont cease at all it seems.&lt;br /&gt;it's just been a bad bad day really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-8420997955857640959?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/8420997955857640959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=8420997955857640959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8420997955857640959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8420997955857640959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-blues.html' title='Wednesday blues?'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-3007819651021379107</id><published>2007-11-26T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:23:24.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Zoom Moire+ ID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R0uofox8WeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LyG5f8T5gI8/s1600-h/CAFPXBHF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137385061422488034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R0uofox8WeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LyG5f8T5gI8/s200/CAFPXBHF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shoe is nice lah. I WANT i want i want and i want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the problematic thing is it's damn expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. im gonna save up, my money from IAP in like 2 more months and buy it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But holiday offer's gone. goshhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this colours are the first that appealed to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know the background is nice right. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R0uoRYx8WdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EyaYPmHWVr0/s1600-h/CA5MZH9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137384816609352146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R0uoRYx8WdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EyaYPmHWVr0/s200/CA5MZH9A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now THIS.. is SOOOOO gonna look good on me can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hell yeah it's gonna look good. the black and the ceramic colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh-so-hawt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sure it'll turn heads. but the thing is, money's a big big big problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-3007819651021379107?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/3007819651021379107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=3007819651021379107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/3007819651021379107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/3007819651021379107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/air-zoom-moire-id.html' title='Air Zoom Moire+ ID'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9fGG6R9FCo/R0uofox8WeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LyG5f8T5gI8/s72-c/CAFPXBHF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-4112080800798798186</id><published>2007-11-23T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:30:22.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead Sail ( And A Paper Anchor)</title><content type='html'>i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;listen to it in my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;scroll over the UP button and the playlist appears (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-4112080800798798186?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/4112080800798798186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=4112080800798798186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4112080800798798186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4112080800798798186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/lead-sail-and-paper-anchor.html' title='Lead Sail ( And A Paper Anchor)'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-7997493198315662548</id><published>2007-11-23T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:15:32.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the old old days</title><content type='html'>you know. how you stumbled upon your old blog.&lt;br /&gt;or friendster comments.&lt;br /&gt;how you used to write such SHITTY STUPID things in a STUPID way.&lt;br /&gt;really i found myself stupid. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes absolutely. i cant stand how i used to type back then.&lt;br /&gt;like ohmygawd please. it's so horrible horrigible terrible i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;but. HAH im glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i write at present. that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really tiring day at school.&lt;br /&gt;it's seriously damn humid today. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;damn hot lah. im sweating badly. must be the fats burning.&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeeeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;today i was in lab for maybe... 2 hours max?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a post-presentation-screwup syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. it requires no explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the last day of FYP for most of the labmates or labneighbours.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss my friends, the people who tease and make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;until im the tamil champ now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the no NORTH. no KOUFU. no SOUTH. no MACS.&lt;br /&gt;practically no to every single canteen in school.&lt;br /&gt;the extended breaks and the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;that's the only thing. laughter.&lt;br /&gt;it seems we'll be separated forever though there's stilll msn.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the same aye?&lt;br /&gt;but to my friends, through good times and bad time.&lt;br /&gt;you're cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HAVE A PSP NOW. BEEP ME IF YOU HAVE GAMES TO SEND (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll be away for the weekend. HEH. sms-es will be replied on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty much screwed. i left my notes in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;and i only managed to study just a little.&lt;br /&gt;gawd. and test is on monday.&lt;br /&gt;thank you good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a hot and humid night.&lt;br /&gt;i just just just feel like emo-ing now.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-7997493198315662548?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/7997493198315662548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=7997493198315662548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7997493198315662548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7997493198315662548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/old-old-days.html' title='the old old days'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-6781790453119374074</id><published>2007-11-21T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:08:28.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Mistakes</title><content type='html'>presentations screws you upside down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;you stutter and you stammer.&lt;br /&gt;you say the first things that are on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;all that impromptu stuffs. really screws you.&lt;br /&gt;the look your supervisor gives you, shaking her head.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. suck balls really.&lt;br /&gt;well what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;eff it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go all out training for IVP, and to actually start running.&lt;br /&gt;gosh 10km run is coming up luh. and it's a miracle for me to run.&lt;br /&gt;RUN i tell you. i dont even run to school.&lt;br /&gt;only during emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on i learnt something for parthi today.&lt;br /&gt;life is about making mistakes. it's how you learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;lawls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-6781790453119374074?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/6781790453119374074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=6781790453119374074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6781790453119374074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6781790453119374074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/making-mistakes.html' title='Making Mistakes'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-8531825426535347355</id><published>2007-11-19T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:45:31.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Republic Poly</title><content type='html'>i tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;i'll gladly swap from NYP to RP, even if it means taking another diploma.&lt;br /&gt;if it's for free.&lt;br /&gt;RP is effing HUGE lah. and so.. RP-ish lah. power.&lt;br /&gt;it has a scenery, like you're on a hill. seriously. or a high ground.&lt;br /&gt;like really really cool.&lt;br /&gt;and the blocks look like offices.&lt;br /&gt;and the canteen is like, secluded. just that when you enter it. its like our koufu.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY BIGGER. AND MORE VARIETIES.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a mini 4 story canteen with 5 stalls per floor.&lt;br /&gt;and they had 2 drinks stall on the bottom and the top floor. WTF man.&lt;br /&gt;and that's just ONE canteen. if im not wrong there's another in renovation near the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;and we werent even CLOSE to the pool. so yeah. HUMONGOUS.&lt;br /&gt;i wont hesitate to lunch there again. provided got car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how's the scenery like in NP.&lt;br /&gt;if you get my draft. LOL LATERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-8531825426535347355?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/8531825426535347355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=8531825426535347355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8531825426535347355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8531825426535347355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/republic-poly.html' title='Republic Poly'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-7615511481973208815</id><published>2007-11-15T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:36:23.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>first and foremost. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;really i am. i dont know how much it meant for you for me to be there.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because im a friend?&lt;br /&gt;but really i cant sit and stay, as much as i want to.&lt;br /&gt;SUPERVISOR lah.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that it's more important or what. i hope you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;if not it's okay. just understand i meant no harm in running away.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO RUN! well you know i cant run for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;just nice she called AFTER you called.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to show my face. at least i did come.&lt;br /&gt;that was what i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;but it was nice to see you're not sick.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it dosent ruin your day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;may your hopes and dreams come true(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-7615511481973208815?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/7615511481973208815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=7615511481973208815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7615511481973208815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7615511481973208815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-1828121428165153119</id><published>2007-11-14T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:28:50.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>so its time. to sit back and let the brain juices flow.&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to blog about... MEMORIES OF NYP.&lt;br /&gt;yeah pretty much lah. well mostly about what goes on during the 3 years =D&lt;br /&gt;i think its gonna be a long long post so disinterest yourself now if you dont wanna read.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha. yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;oh and first and foremost. NYP SUCKS =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first came to this school it was just blurry-eyed, still growing person.&lt;br /&gt;everything was done with enthusiasm, be it studying or getting to know people.&lt;br /&gt;first cca i ever had was swimming, where i got to know so many people.&lt;br /&gt;the brothers i had. weijie, ken, kelvin, shen yeong, marcus, hanrong, justin, desmond, tillyson.&lt;br /&gt;the girls. irene and jane. the people i have swam with for coming to 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;the bond and the understanding of each other's nature is there.&lt;br /&gt;what we have with the juniors and between ourselves is different.&lt;br /&gt;the understanding of our mood swings are just another unimportant thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came camp focus 2005. where much more bonds were forged.&lt;br /&gt;the people i had so much fun with.&lt;br /&gt;the laughter and the sadness after 6 days of getting to know each other's crap.&lt;br /&gt;getting to know surprising things about each other and our ownselves.&lt;br /&gt;though everyone's busy with their own things, the memories stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, becoming and OGL, and thus joining the SEG A&amp;amp;R club.&lt;br /&gt;the eagles camp, the many many bonds.&lt;br /&gt;so many new friends, so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;running around, tiring ourselves, looking like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;but it was all to build our morale, to build a team.&lt;br /&gt;for which more bonds were forged. the events, the camps.&lt;br /&gt;priceless. the happyness that i felt after co-organising a camp.&lt;br /&gt;the rush of sitting alone at 5am. walking aimlessly around the camp grounds.&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of how i made a committee and did it.&lt;br /&gt;to ourselves, it was a success. nothing else mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the year 2 guys into swimming. we decided on a water polo brotherhood soon after.&lt;br /&gt;the only thought i had was to give it a try, because i wanted to play.&lt;br /&gt;not to win, not for nothing, but for fun.&lt;br /&gt;a team, instead of swimming for myself.&lt;br /&gt;to win together, to lose together, teammates.&lt;br /&gt;we have had ups and downs together my fellow players. no matter how or what.&lt;br /&gt;the happyness of going to competition as a team, sitting on the bench or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;the losing mood, may have been sour to us.&lt;br /&gt;but we learn about each other more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being part of the committee for ogl 2007.&lt;br /&gt;where everything clicked.&lt;br /&gt;after which, where my emotions took over my brain.&lt;br /&gt;causing so much pain, yet now it's just a fragment of memory.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish it dint go that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp focus 2007. probably the hardest-to-part with memory.&lt;br /&gt;the fun, laughter, screw ups and patch ups, sleepless nights, frantic letter writings. priceless.&lt;br /&gt;probably the last camp i can attend.&lt;br /&gt;but the gang of focus facilitators, the committee and the some oh-so-annoying campers.&lt;br /&gt;but without you people, there wouldnt have been something we called CAMP FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fyp people, the classmates. of which we have known each other for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;francis, mohan, parthi, the people who can make you laugh like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;parthi, the classmate and the partner in crime for so many things.&lt;br /&gt;the sleep-in-class syndrome and the last minute revision with the smart people.&lt;br /&gt;how could you not miss this moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought spending 3 years in NYP would have such an impact.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be a splash and dash kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;how wrong i was.&lt;br /&gt;so as i sat down and laid on my bed, everything flashed past my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;how fast time flies, and i'm getting out of NYP to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;the moments will be treasure and missed surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. one thing, when people kick your chair, it's for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES it's unintentional. SOMETIMES it's for a reason. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;no harm meant =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-1828121428165153119?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/1828121428165153119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=1828121428165153119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/1828121428165153119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/1828121428165153119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-1651187999028551855</id><published>2007-11-13T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:28:21.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Minds</title><content type='html'>wonder how, you did your work.&lt;br /&gt;thinking you have done a pretty decent job at that?&lt;br /&gt;yeah then your teacher came and dessimated everything.&lt;br /&gt;and you realise that what you have done, was pretty much nothing?&lt;br /&gt;LOL that sucks i tell you. not angry.&lt;br /&gt;just that it sucks big time lah.&lt;br /&gt;i think my project is gonna be crazy. presentation next week.&lt;br /&gt;and total hell this week. RESEARCH ALL THE WAY LARHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE&lt;/span&gt; luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'M YOUR SPLIT PERSONALITY RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;what a fun day it was caps-ing.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are right great mind. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;damn gay lah. ah gua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-1651187999028551855?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/1651187999028551855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=1651187999028551855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/1651187999028551855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/1651187999028551855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-minds.html' title='Great Minds'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-4304586336982236808</id><published>2007-11-11T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:49:46.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Focus OI</title><content type='html'>i think i wanna start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;i havent blogged in ages. yesyes. AGES.&lt;br /&gt;things been coming up thick and fast the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;i'll elaborate later. will be a GODdamn long post i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was the fina swimming world cup rehearsals. hahaha it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;COC people. clerks of course.&lt;br /&gt;we had to account for the swimmers into their respective lanes.&lt;br /&gt;and lead them out to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;but the excitement would reach the climax the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the rehearsal was CAMP FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was the facilitator's camp. it was okay really.&lt;br /&gt;had fun fun fun cos i love camps lah. ups and downs but it went well.&lt;br /&gt;and BOTAH JONES is heaven man. wooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next week was the actual world champ.&lt;br /&gt;it was TREMENDOUS MAN. absolutely enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;got to know a few friends from COC. and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;caught up with some of my old swim people. haha enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;THEREESE ALSHAMMAR =D she's the nicest person ever man.&lt;br /&gt;i got some of the best swimmers to autograph on my book =D&lt;br /&gt;including the world record holder herself, natalie coughlin =D&lt;br /&gt;AND THANK YOU HUILING FOR THE NICE PICTURES ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the real camp focus. it was so fun can.&lt;br /&gt;yeah a slight concern came up afterwards but i did try my best see..&lt;br /&gt;but my fault =D BUT LAST CAMP ALREADY =(&lt;br /&gt;so no more camp in schoolllll. awwww. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i loved that camp. the laughter, the sleepless nights, the emcee-ing.&lt;br /&gt;was really fun ((: and the facils and comm worked together.&lt;br /&gt;a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;so many friends came for the camp and that simply made my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;tons of letters came to my mailbox, mostly from facils&lt;br /&gt;and thank you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swim meet just passed 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;it was another fun day. only swimmers and lifeguards particiapated.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. expected. but the fun part was the endless swimming around.&lt;br /&gt;relays and stuffs. AND THE CRAMP AT THE LAST PART.&lt;br /&gt;I SWAM LIKE A HIPPO CAN.&lt;br /&gt;but ((: one gold and one silver. quite alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the end of my happening month. HAPPENING RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;so just a small little piece of my mind yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so it ended. i think life plays hokey pokey on me. one day i can be so so so excited just to be brought down all so suddenly after 10 mins. im sorry to those who found out. sometimes its just hard to take in. and today i was so so so happy. till i got to know. i got to know. DAMN i got to know. life sucks sometimes. my feelings are torn up. just like that. the tale of the two extremes. how i know all about it now. fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-4304586336982236808?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/4304586336982236808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=4304586336982236808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4304586336982236808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4304586336982236808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-i-wanna-start-blogging-again.html' title='Camp Focus OI'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-7656537531423895182</id><published>2007-09-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:47:34.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Habitat</title><content type='html'>so its really really boring at home.&lt;br /&gt;fasting. and doing nothing. makes you tired.&lt;br /&gt;when you do things, it makes you EVEN more tired.&lt;br /&gt;rationale? quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's a thing with parents. mums especially.&lt;br /&gt;ok MY mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with mums and clean bedrooms?&lt;br /&gt;i mean i get nagged at for having like a pile of books that i ALREADY cleaned up and a big plastic bag of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;well im just plain lazy to carry it downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;and it ISNT that messy right?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THERE TO CLEAN?&lt;br /&gt;well there's a lot to clean according to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;but. there's really nothing to me =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 'clean the house'&lt;br /&gt;aiyarh what sia. clean clean clean.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later still dirty. HAHA. i mean yeah. clean clean clean.&lt;br /&gt;im getting sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop my mum from telling me to clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;well i cant start cleaning my room in the first place. lols.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes. i mean what's so wrong about a semi-clean room.&lt;br /&gt;it's still a room. you can see my table and my chair and my bed with my clothes all over.&lt;br /&gt;still clean whattt.&lt;br /&gt;right right?&lt;br /&gt;my sister says. its not natural to see your room so clean.&lt;br /&gt;after 19 donkey years you've been in a semi-clean room.&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL HABITAT. SEE. ITS NATURAL.&lt;br /&gt;SO DONT GET ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;when your siblings dont clean their room. ITS COMFY. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right things to do for the next few days/weeks/months. cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CLEAN THE HOUSE/ROOM/EVERYTHING UNDER THE ROOF.&lt;br /&gt;-results on wednesday. i am fucked upside down please.&lt;br /&gt;-stone at the comp playing games and doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;-clean my room&lt;br /&gt;-clean the house&lt;br /&gt;-and the room&lt;br /&gt;-and the house&lt;br /&gt;-start updating the swim team blog.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least being ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the tagboard was deleted. i cant find my account.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just make a new one. ITS FREE. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till next time i feel like blogging! cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-7656537531423895182?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/7656537531423895182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=7656537531423895182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7656537531423895182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7656537531423895182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/09/natural-habitat.html' title='Natural Habitat'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-7457937719341689959</id><published>2007-09-11T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:57:48.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>i seem to have a trend.&lt;br /&gt;when im alone and bored and restless, little things bug me off.&lt;br /&gt;and then i rant my head off in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;well here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for so long i tolerate people who dont reply me.&lt;br /&gt;be it sms or msn or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think that i've done something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not targeting anyone. its just me in general. it just pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably forget it a few days later lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok when i sms someone, usually i expect an sms in return.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY when i ask a fucking question. im sorry if you have to waste an sms with a yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;"hey are you coming?"&lt;br /&gt;that's a question. if you dont answer, HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;do you think im a freaking psychic or something?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i ask to see whether something will affect me too.&lt;br /&gt;so if you dont answer, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;and i've heard people complaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;that one sms, even if your bill's bombed, shouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;if you already spent more that $30, what would one sms do? MAKE IT $100?&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if people care.&lt;br /&gt;hell TRY to expect something and you dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;not even an explanation a few days later or something?&lt;br /&gt;my bill bomb, one word sms for wad, this that.. AH FUCK IT LAH WITH THE EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;cant you just say it to my face that it's a waste of time replying me?&lt;br /&gt;so i wont fucking bother you anymore. understand?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you dont take me as a friend as much as i do. so at least LET ME KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;so i can GET THE LIVING HELL OUT OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;the 'you' is not to a certain someone. its for people.&lt;br /&gt;i dont target people. unless i want to. right now im just voicing out my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if you have me as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry you got to know me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i ever bothered you.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i ever think you were a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see im rather pissed today. yes with things going at home and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;nagging bitching stoning sleeping and doing nothing gets to your head.&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout that rather vulgar post.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-7457937719341689959?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/7457937719341689959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=7457937719341689959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7457937719341689959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7457937719341689959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/09/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-974664140216437264</id><published>2007-08-06T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:34:11.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebrations</title><content type='html'>so here i am in the south canteen in school.&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside nurul and azila at the deejay booth.&lt;br /&gt;im bored. im supposed to study but im not. well.&lt;br /&gt;laptops are out. i wanna play CS with the crew in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be doing work but NOO.. play CS. WTF mans. rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's common test was a goner lah. people were copying and i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;talk about integrity eh. fuck integrity. all the way with copying.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing right. i copied wrongly. den how?&lt;br /&gt;good game lah.&lt;br /&gt;traing was fun yesterday. the wrestling and the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end while they were repairing the goalposts, we played.&lt;br /&gt;me, weijie, danny, marcus and tilly. lol fun times fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok azila is CEPAT AKU TUNGGU LAMA AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;but right i dunno what else to write lah.&lt;br /&gt;ok test on friday den one week break den exams and then no more tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway CHAOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-974664140216437264?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/974664140216437264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=974664140216437264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/974664140216437264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/974664140216437264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-celebrations.html' title='National Day Celebrations'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-6795654559398421326</id><published>2007-08-02T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:39:42.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>yes. its official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A FRIDAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel SO SO SO much lighter. not as in physically. MENTALLY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;validation report - DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project presentation - DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project report - semi-DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaging mini project - DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technopreneurship report - DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all done when? YESTERDAY. am i good or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week of not sleeping. yes im waking up later since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 o clock class i wake up at 830.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today 10 o clock class now 935 already i haven bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owells. MUST study what imaging test on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I CAN PASS. i know abit only. the rest as usual. write everything i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was fun. lepak around awhile at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OHMYGOD. YES. AKU NAK TAU DIER BOLEH TAK? kau tau kau siaper ah. tapi macam segan gitu ah. AHAHHAHAA. camanerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wednesday was a lame day with the kayak rehearsal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but what was crazier was the post rehearsal. OMGOSH. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's practically all. BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-6795654559398421326?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/6795654559398421326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=6795654559398421326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6795654559398421326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6795654559398421326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-6295536845645403706</id><published>2007-07-28T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:09:15.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy</title><content type='html'>i have a stinging headache and im so restless and grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;the headache must be the rocket of a ball crashing against my skull in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;feels like im having a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;the grumpy part, dunno. just felt grumpy and snappy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just feeling tired. with my report still due on monday.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. the more i wanna finish, the more i cant seem to write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch simpsons few hours back.&lt;br /&gt;was a funny show. went with the swimming people.&lt;br /&gt;i felt really old.&lt;br /&gt;anyways happy birthday jinhui (:&lt;br /&gt;after simpsons i dozed off in the bus and went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;spiderpig. lols. funny piece of shit that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im going to watch another movie. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;and im supposed to study. well study tonight. in the car sleep. done deal.&lt;br /&gt;that's it. school's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;so far away i've gone. please, dont follow me tonight. and when im gone, everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-6295536845645403706?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/6295536845645403706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=6295536845645403706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6295536845645403706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/6295536845645403706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/07/grumpy.html' title='Grumpy'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-2686277569918712290</id><published>2007-07-25T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:29:15.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>its been raining for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to have cool weather in singapore for a change eh?&lt;br /&gt;school's pretty much the same too.&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be in the train to school now.&lt;br /&gt;but im going late. skip presentation. well. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;just a few more weeks and we're DONE with exams and all that.&lt;br /&gt;project and work, not really something to look forward to. but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've thought about it&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE BRAVE LAH DEAR BOY.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes. before she becomes unavailable. lols.&lt;br /&gt;die die. how how? what to do seh? WHAT TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;been a few fun days in school. lols. the north canteen visits.&lt;br /&gt;ogle ogle ogle and more ogle on the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;ogle for friend wad. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's time trials for swimming team. aiyarh sure die lah.&lt;br /&gt;my tummy pulling me down more every day. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;the water will be so cold. so cold. im so looking forward to that man.&lt;br /&gt;to shiver shiver. and to sprint our asses off. GODLIKE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and so i say to you. maybe you dont know this. there are still tiny flutterings here and there. i still will turn soft despite being mean. maybe you dont care. all those days i was there with you. they still are in my head. the days i lent you morale support. i was hoping it would continue despite everything. fuck it all. you dont know how it feels. it would work if we just sat down and talked it all out. but would you do it? i doubt you would. you only mature in spurts. you never showed me that you'd change for the better. the words you said, where did it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have to get ready for SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;pack pack pack. file needs to be ready. swim stuffs. condoms. OOOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;so problem of the day. WHAT SHOULD I WEAR? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IF I SEE HER? &lt;/span&gt;HOWHOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt a new equation &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;reports = IMBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-2686277569918712290?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/2686277569918712290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=2686277569918712290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2686277569918712290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2686277569918712290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-4216058007961229748</id><published>2007-07-21T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:06:51.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>so it's official. IM NINETEEN. 19. i feel so old.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks for all the wishes guys(:&lt;br /&gt;and i got a new phone(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks mum and auntie and grandmother. ROCKS MY BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;E65. i dont care. it's a nice phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a shoutout to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khoonnie&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyne&lt;br /&gt;Wanzhen&lt;br /&gt;Khalis&lt;br /&gt;Danny&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Lim Min&lt;br /&gt;Cher&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Aini&lt;br /&gt;Azila&lt;br /&gt;Nurul&lt;br /&gt;Didie&lt;br /&gt;Oly&lt;br /&gt;Ideen&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Ying&lt;br /&gt;Irene&lt;br /&gt;Qim&lt;br /&gt;Sofi&lt;br /&gt;Deedee&lt;br /&gt;Linlin&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Jian Rong&lt;br /&gt;Shirui&lt;br /&gt;Jin Hui&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;Francis&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Yang Fong&lt;br /&gt;Xinyie&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;Minah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are the people i can remember wishing me and yeah THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;i'll fill up if more comes in.&lt;br /&gt;SO ITS REPORT TIME. DEN I WANNA GO OUT AND PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANNA COME???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;in the end. it hasnt been a good day at all. the reports im finally done with. thank god. but no celebration. and coupled by diarrheoa. it just couldnt get any worst can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but to all you guys. no matter how late. your wishes are deeply appreciated. thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-4216058007961229748?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/4216058007961229748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=4216058007961229748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4216058007961229748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/4216058007961229748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-my-birthday.html' title='IT&apos;S MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-8724211907159025112</id><published>2007-07-20T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:33:16.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Heyhey! just a few more hours to the best day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha well im really swamped with reports. 6 in all by next monday.&lt;br /&gt;best day of the year spent doing reports. well.&lt;br /&gt;its always like that. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i already had 2 mistaken wishes today. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;anyways happy birthday ben. mine's tmrw. rachel's the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of going for polo game at SAJC, i had to go religious class.&lt;br /&gt;mummy thinks im not religious enough.&lt;br /&gt;and birthday lunch today cancelled =(&lt;br /&gt;but anyhoo. its a blessing since i aint finished my reports yet.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out. i wanna go celebrate with my favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna walk around and chit chat with my favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;reports. those DAMNED-ED reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this very moment, i have a major stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna shit. really.&lt;br /&gt;but im holding it in. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;all for the blogging i guess?&lt;br /&gt;PEARLYNE CAN I GET A NICE EXPENSIVE PRESENT? WE'LL WALK THROUGH THE RAIN AT TOWN OKAY. AND GET A NICE SHINY SHINY RED BAG. THEN THEN WE'LL GO TO FISH 'N' CO AND SHIVER OUR ASSES OFF WHILE YOU STAND ON THE HIGH STOOL AND SING.&lt;br /&gt;i want an ipod video. its so shiny and so nice.&lt;br /&gt;or a psp, which would be a little cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;everybody has a psp. I WANT ONE TOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;i want a new phone. i want N95. i want that samsung ultra. so touchscreen-y.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go back to my reports. YES. those DAMNED-ED reports. roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and on this coming special day. i wanted someone special to spend it with. if only things dint happen. if only things dint turn out this way. i was hoping it'll be you who'll be that special someone. the feelings are no longer there. but the memories stay. if only you dint make me feel so sour. if only.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-8724211907159025112?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/8724211907159025112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=8724211907159025112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8724211907159025112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8724211907159025112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-8195853326891026012</id><published>2007-07-15T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:24:07.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Noon.</title><content type='html'>im in class now. it's like a CLASS. which class isnt boring?&lt;br /&gt;my body's still tired from yesterday. I DONT KNOW WHY ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;maybe doing nothing makes you tired. actually it does ah.&lt;br /&gt;damn difficult to wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and i slept at 1130! gosh damn early lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it's been bugging me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;do you know if the train's already so FULL, and people still keep squeezing inside.&lt;br /&gt;you know HOW IRRITATING that is. especially when people squeeze inside.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU FUCKING KNOW ITS SO FULL. and they look so pissed after that.&lt;br /&gt;and they were the ones who made it so uncomfortable for the rest inside the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;it's already so squeezy inside, they just push you in more and more.&lt;br /&gt;especially those aunties. fucking kiasu wan. push push push.&lt;br /&gt;and it's so difficult for the others to go out.&lt;br /&gt;the others have to go out also. and they dont wanna budge. damn stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;and if you actually stand beside a guy who's so tall that his armpit is at your nose.&lt;br /&gt;wah good game lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont mind rush hour. the eyes work overtime. but please. be considerate lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly found out that i have 3 pending reports to be passed up. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Biomedical Project 3 - Fortnight&lt;br /&gt;Technopreneurship - Fortnight&lt;br /&gt;Device Validation - Next Week.&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;how to do Gantt chart?&lt;br /&gt;how how how how how how how how how how how how&lt;br /&gt;exam timetable out. 20 22 24 August. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;1 more month to cram everything in and study and understand.&lt;br /&gt;can. one more month of studying. WHEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to slack right now. and play crazy taxi.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-8195853326891026012?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/8195853326891026012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=8195853326891026012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8195853326891026012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/8195853326891026012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-noon.html' title='It&apos;s Noon.'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-2845412990150501454</id><published>2007-07-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:30:09.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>good morning!&lt;br /&gt;it's a sunday morning. and as usual a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;well since im always too tired to wake up to go morning training.&lt;br /&gt;always have and always will be though.&lt;br /&gt;so im stoning on the computer. really nothing to do lah.&lt;br /&gt;i DID try to study. well i ended up playing with my phone. and listening to more music than i actually read my notes.&lt;br /&gt;all's well that ends well. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the agenda today is, women's team in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;after a week off from polo training, im raring to go. well....&lt;br /&gt;not really. the cramps are still hurting from thursday's training.&lt;br /&gt;HOW LEH? I DONT WANT TO PLAY. LOOK AT GIRLS CAN CAN?&lt;br /&gt;but then.. there are some pretty menacing girls in the team.&lt;br /&gt;gosh =/&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a school day. morning 10am class and sit beside EYECANDY 1.&lt;br /&gt;omgoshh she's so hot lah. damn pretty. and WOOOOO. we're just separated by a glass door.&lt;br /&gt;and it's NOT locked. will i ask. will i. will i? i think i wont.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i come to class in the morning. to look at her. oh so hotttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway teevee show is ON right now. and i have to let irritating idiot play computer.&lt;br /&gt;later tell mummy i never study. BYEBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-2845412990150501454?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/2845412990150501454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=2845412990150501454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2845412990150501454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/2845412990150501454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212032976477309015.post-7858916537560422149</id><published>2007-07-14T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T03:18:50.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urge</title><content type='html'>i had the urge to suddenly blog.&lt;br /&gt;or create a new one in fact. and i think its kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;plain is the thing eh? less html to do. and faster to create.&lt;br /&gt;i've been a lazy person all my life. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on wed i went down for the final day of school nats. it was memorable.&lt;br /&gt;saw the people i havent seen for so long.&lt;br /&gt;pity my phone got STOLEN or i would have snapped photos. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;as always the memory stays with you. the people i miss. the drama. the tension of comepetion. i miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;when it was just you and yourself. when it comes to relays, the teamwork. the plunge. the sprint. the breathlessness.&lt;br /&gt;with people screaming and shouting, cheering you on. a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;when you get lost in the memory of being young.&lt;br /&gt;secondary school and junior colleges. it's way way different from being in poly.&lt;br /&gt;people are all grown up. you mix with people 3-4 years older than you. its different.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well before school nats was tuesday. i lost my phone on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;while sleeping. omygoodness. that was a total pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;really. pain. lets not talk about it eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semester's gonna end in a month. no more books. no more tests.&lt;br /&gt;poly life's coming to an end. how time flies. the 3 years are almost up.&lt;br /&gt;the new friends are now getting old. time where we miss the people we have known for 3 years. life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming up real soon. final projects are suddenly appearing out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly you're busy. but still finding time to blog. lol.&lt;br /&gt;another month. final year project for 3 months. then attachment for a further 3.&lt;br /&gt;and im out. waiting for NS. where a new set of guy friends appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days. 8 more days and counting to the best day of the year lah.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA. i want this. i want that. i want everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;but it falls on a sunday. i wont go for training. NO WAY =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212032976477309015-7858916537560422149?l=dinnyla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/feeds/7858916537560422149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212032976477309015&amp;postID=7858916537560422149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7858916537560422149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212032976477309015/posts/default/7858916537560422149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinnyla.blogspot.com/2007/07/urge.html' title='Urge'/><author><name>dinie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
