<?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-7559779</id><updated>2012-01-24T04:44:09.795+08:00</updated><category term='Serdang'/><category term='movie'/><category term='green'/><category term='occasion'/><category term='besut'/><category term='JEM'/><category term='Food'/><category term='mind-drabble'/><category term='teach'/><category term='music'/><category term='pontian'/><category term='hols'/><category term='Jdrama'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='health'/><category term='book'/><category term='rant'/><category term='internship'/><category term='misc'/><category term='arashi'/><title type='text'>The Face Behind The Fan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-252668404316258911</id><published>2009-04-03T06:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:47:02.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a short post since I'm too busy marking the pupil's exam paper and preparing for my kids' English Carnival for Pekan Nenas Zone Level. Well, we got number one for both story-telling level 1 and level 2 and number two for Public Speaking. Now I'm training my Spelling Bee team and since we're still new in this, an exposure for the kids are good enough. District Level, here we come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the exam, a conversation with my pupil is still making me laugh and smile. A pupil was absent the whole week so I asked her, more or less like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yasmin, Dian dah lama tak datang, dia pergi mana?&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: Dia sakit, teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sakit apa?&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: Sakit 'CHICKEN CHOP'&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awak ni biar betul, sakit lepas makan Chicken Chop?&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: Ala... yang sakit banyak bintik merah tu... (sambil menggaru kepala)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ROFLMAO - Chicken POX lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, you just got to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-252668404316258911?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/252668404316258911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=252668404316258911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/252668404316258911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/252668404316258911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicken.html' title='Chicken'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4438315885386111001</id><published>2009-03-06T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:38:04.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song Tag</title><content type='html'>Ni dah pernah buat tapi just to fill in my time :D&lt;br /&gt;Tag dari &lt;a href="http://eyesofnabil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bangbil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth - Arashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I take your life forever, you take my life" wahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Goes Around Comes Around - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Grow Up - PCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, pape aje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi Wo Mezashite - NewS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hoshi wo mezashite, Kimi ni michibikare"&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aim for the stars! I want you to lead me to there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Stand Up! - Artist Stand Up For Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't give up, Through it all, just stand up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha, kena sungguh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just Dance - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Cringe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Can Make It - Arashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hik hik hik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavour of Life - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boleh la tu.. jugak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err... ape kerelevannannye ntah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of the Day - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehab - Rihanna feat. Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's like I checked into rehab" *LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us Against The World - Christina Millian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hik hik hik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Found Me - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hik hik, cornynye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siape nak tagye...&lt;br /&gt;Since Mr Hubby dah kena tag dengan Bangbil so kena tag orang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Enjoy your weekend everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4438315885386111001?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4438315885386111001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4438315885386111001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4438315885386111001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4438315885386111001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-tag.html' title='Song Tag'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6366395688138022950</id><published>2009-03-06T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:47:08.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>It's gonna be a long weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First and foremost, I wish for the best for my niece (my cousin's daughter), Kisha's heart operation that was done today. We need new generation who can become Aunty Dayah's back-up in the future, hehehe. She's a joyful and mighty flexible, 1 year old who I love to see rubbing her face with her stockinged feet. Pray for her, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've just finished my course at Naza Hotel on the buddy support. The hotel is good and one thing that I'm sure my dearest hubby heard already - I totally love the big shower head!!! Hehehe. I got a room facing The Zone and Selat Tebrau and well of course, I had to share it with my GPK. Sighs, I dunno why but since Kak Rubi handed the reign of KP to me this year, there's so many courses to attend and I have to go places. Well that's the job's 'perks' I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long weekend. Hubby's gotta work, and few more days to go before we get to meet again. Nothing much planned out for the weekend since I'm pretty much saving for the holiday. Where am I going? Well gotta wait and see, hehe. But still, I managed to get new ebooks online. No harm in buying books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm ranting and writing without any clear reason other than just for the sake of writing something. Anyway, I start to follow this season's of American Idol. My personal favourite - Allison, Danny and......... *drumroll* Anoop!!!! Thank goodness there's a final 13 or I would bawl seeing Anoop not getting a seat in final 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowsy and I'm writing nothing. Goodnight everyone and have a very good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6366395688138022950?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6366395688138022950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6366395688138022950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6366395688138022950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6366395688138022950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-gonna-be-long-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a long weekend!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-2372062268496706081</id><published>2009-03-01T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:07:01.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arashi'/><title type='text'>Ho hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've left my blog for like... months? If it's a closet, I'm very sure that it is piled up with cobwebs, hehe. So actually nothing new with yours truly. School a.k.a work is fine, my hubby's fine ^_^ I'm fine, only that my nose is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going back and forth to the Ontoro... Ontorinolaringology (dunno if I spelled that right since scientific terms boggles my head) short for ear,nose and throat department at HSA as I said in my previous post. Guess what? from being diagnosed with 'Acute Left Maxillary Sinusitis', I've been upgraded to 'Chronic Left Maxillary Sinusitis' (snickers) because there was no change at all from my first check. My last check, I became the living sample for medical students who were 'lucky' to see a case of good right nostril and bad left nostril. That was where the feeling of seeing a medical drama featuring interns real-life (sounds familliar?) only that there were no doctors to represent McDreamy and McSteamy, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm scheduled for a CT scan and medical review in April - yeah, that long since I went to the government hospital instead of a private one. Looking at the X-ray application form does freak me out. Tell me what "Plan for OP Functional Endoscopic Sinus Surgery", and having the head department become your doctor since the second visit, makes you feel? Having a flu now even make things worse and the scope checks... easy to say that I've never not cry everytime they inserted the scope in my nose to check the sinus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainy season now. Pupils did not miss their chance to play slide along the school corridor because of the rain puddle despite the warning from teachers. Nor did they managed to go to school with their shoes, only their flip flops because of the wet weather. Reminded me of a huge boy in year one who reminded us of a tortoise. He likes to play with his friends only that when he fell on his back - which is a lot - he never managed so far to get himself upright again without help from friend who are much smaller than him and the teachers. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday noon now. Glad that Arashi's Believe PV is finally out. I need a song to get my mojo up, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6Se6aBXT4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6Se6aBXT4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-2372062268496706081?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2372062268496706081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=2372062268496706081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2372062268496706081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2372062268496706081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/ho-hum.html' title='Ho hum'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1827445786944288594</id><published>2009-01-19T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:07:17.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Let's Read the Quran</title><content type='html'>I blog hopped from Sue's blog to Marina M's blog and I found this. Something really good. Just read and follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken from &lt;a href="http://www.rantingsbymm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marina M&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need your participation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campaign name: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let’s Read The Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 1st 2009, four friends Syed, Walski, Marina and Anas got together at Coffee-Bean Bangsar Village and decided to launch a campaign to encourage people to read and understand the Quran better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This campaign is not only for Muslims, but also for our brothers and sisters who are Christians, Buddhists Hindus, Sikhs and those who believe in a God-Head but not so gung-ho about being in any brand of religion, too – come join us and share your ideas! You can join this campaign even if you are an atheist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal of this campaign is to encourage people to read the Quran in the language they understand most and find in it areas of common values in our day-to-day living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the Campaign all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Quran in the language that you are familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When will the campaign start and end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 15th to February 14th (Happy Valentine’s Day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating blogs in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more people know what the Quran says and what the Quran does not say and to match it to what is really said in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who wants to – the more the merrier! If you have a Blog, Facebook, etc carry the logo/icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To join the campaign, place the accompanying logo/icon at your blog.&lt;br /&gt;-  Write or share short articles based on the Quranic text.&lt;br /&gt;- Share what you find in the Quran with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Ask questions about the Quranic message&lt;br /&gt;- Read the Quran – eg click here &lt;a href="http://www.islamicity.com/QuranSearch"&gt;http://www.islamicity.com/QuranSearch&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.altafsir.com/"&gt;www.altafsir.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Mahathir, Rantings by MM,  http://www.rantingsbymm.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Syed Akbar Ali, OutSyed the Box, &lt;a href="http://www.syedsoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.syedsoutsidethebox.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walski, myAsylum, &lt;a href="http://www.asylum60.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.asylum60.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;Anas Zubedy , &lt;a href="http://www.letusaddvalue.blogspot.com/"&gt; http://www.letusaddvalue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1827445786944288594?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1827445786944288594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1827445786944288594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1827445786944288594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1827445786944288594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-read-quran.html' title='Let&apos;s Read the Quran'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-2749890482067097153</id><published>2009-01-18T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:41:41.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>La-di-dah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After going through 6 school days, today seemed mundane and way too draggy. Other than the fact that my dearest went back to his house yesterday (boohoo) and my abah away to Muar the house is way too quiet, other than the sound of my cats meowing for mealtime. Read my favourite parts in Acheron and all of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight saga and preparing test paper for the upcoming test. Not forgetting that I was watching Johnny's countdown 2009 on youtube. Arashi was hosting - they're now 10!!! I'm so loving the medley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R13DFTQ4Vaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R13DFTQ4Vaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yazer, a friend of mine from the teacher training college dropped by to invite my family and I to his wedding reception this 26th January. The reception at his wife's house clashed with my reception at hubby's place so we couldn't show up. Good news, his wife, Ina who was also my next door neighbour in college is 4 months pregnant. Congratulations!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, as of 14th of January, I'm an aunt!! Not that I'm not already an aunt - thanks to my cousins (and yes, even grand-aunt) this time, I'm an aunt because my sister in-law just gave birth to a beautiful daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th of January, not that hard of a birth date to remember since I could list some people I know &amp;amp; knew who was born on that same date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yan, my schoolmate since primary school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Odah, my seatmate in secondary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miza, my classmate during the degree years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raziq, my classmate in year 6 who passed away when he was 12 due to Leukemia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See, not an easy date to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have to drive up to see the ENT specialist in Hospital Sultanah Aminah (that's ear, nose and throat) for a follow up appointment for my sinusitis. Sighs. Just last month I had to go through too many x-ray sessions. A chect X-ray for my confirmation medical check up, 2 x-rays for my dental (twice because they did not manage to get the right tooth area the first time) and 3 for my skeletal views since they want to see how bad my sinusitis is. Bad I guess since the x-ray more or less looks like the one you can see in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinusitis"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. So if you're allergic to dust, be warned. You may not see it now but just watch out as time goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, good thing is the Chinese New Year holiday is just few days away and I'm off to see my dearest again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-2749890482067097153?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2749890482067097153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=2749890482067097153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2749890482067097153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2749890482067097153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-di-dah.html' title='La-di-dah'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5272704003781478644</id><published>2009-01-14T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:06:19.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.asia.ru/img/alibaba/photo/50577966/Metal_Zipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://images.asia.ru/img/alibaba/photo/50577966/Metal_Zipper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever seen the movie 'There's Something About Mary'?&lt;br /&gt;To be specific, the part when Ben Stiller's character managed to get his thingy stuck between the zipper since he was too busy looking at Mary while doing his business? Youch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, same thing happened, only that the circumstance changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year 6 boy was circumcised during last year's school holiday. Maybe he was playing rough with his friends or he was in such a hurry that he managed to... well get his thingy stuck to his zipper. Accompanied by his two smiling friends who were not at least sympathetic, his face was covered with tears and of course at that time, we, female teachers went berserk looking for male teachers to aid him. Of course, there are things that female teachers can't simply do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The on-duty teacher was, thank goodness a male, so he sent the boy back to his house with the boy bawling his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened last week. The boy is still absent from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Parents, train your kid to wear their undies since young. It's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5272704003781478644?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5272704003781478644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5272704003781478644&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5272704003781478644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5272704003781478644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/zip-dee-doo-dah.html' title='Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1504437473273242399</id><published>2009-01-03T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:47:31.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I haven't been blogging for weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's the new year and unfortunately for me, I ushered it with a bad case of sinusitis. Thank goodness for my trusty creamer pot that I made into my neti pot, my health is improving - many thanks to Oprah and Dr Oz for introducing me that method months ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So anyway, school is going to open in less than a couple of days and I've been going to school non stop for the clean up and transition program for year 1 pupils. Hubby's back since he got to work on new year, huhuhu, and today I'm at my uncle's house for a visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On my way here, horror descended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just after Pekan Nenas, there was a slow traffic. I saw a trailer that was carrying cooking gas blocking the road. I hate driving behind any lorry or trailer with load full of cooking gas. I watched too many movies and I have an over active imagination, that's why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So I thought, okay a trailer went off the road, big deal, no problem. The police and fire brigade were busy clearing the gas tanks and controlling the traffic. As I was passing the trailer, I saw bits and pieces of glass and... other vehicle? on the road. What kind? I can't see any other vehicle there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right after the trailer, there it was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A mangled black car that looked like a Citra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With a dead man still in it. His head was leaning through the window, the engine was crushed and only the roof at the passenger's side remained. The head was bloodied and I thanked Allah for only able to see the back of his head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I knew he was dead because no one was hovering over the car or do anything to revive him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Creepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Drive safe. Love your life, love your family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1504437473273242399?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1504437473273242399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1504437473273242399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1504437473273242399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1504437473273242399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3003808236357376300</id><published>2008-12-10T06:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:29:18.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>The Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/ST7-7HmrN7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/3XsnvSxfQKo/s1600-h/Tooth+Extraction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/ST7-7HmrN7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/3XsnvSxfQKo/s320/Tooth+Extraction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277936104931801010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doodle taken from &lt;a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html"&gt;organizeddoodles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you dread visiting the dentist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story of a girl. When she was in primary school, she loved to go to the dentist so much. Her mother worked at the district dental clinic as a clerk and she spent most of her time after kindergarten there. She loved the huge toothbrush they use to show the way to brush properly, she loved the big teeth model they put on display and in short she loved everything  and everyone at the dental clinic, including the late Dr. T.J Ganesan who kept patting her head and Dr Mak who were busy 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it so much that she always look forward for her tooth to be pulled out or caries to be patched in. She even pulled out her neighbour's tooth using a very sharp pencil when they were playing doctor (no kidding there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was not what happened to the girl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she still love to visit the dentist and she still look forward for a scaling session. But she was putting off seeing the dentist for years because she knew she had a very healthy wisdom tooth that needed to be pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, she had gone through a minor surgery because her lower left wisdom tooth grew out horizontally instead of vertically. Back then the upper pair was still growing. Needless to say, that wisdom tooth were still healthy and she had to spend 30 minutes with too many anesthetic injected to her gum to make her feel numb. They cut the tooth and extracted the roots one by one. They had to inject her once more because the anesthetic worn off during the pulling session. Not a good experience. When the upper pair grew, it occupied the empty space down there and food kept sticking in between the wisdom tooth and the tooth in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, the girl who had grown into a woman had to go for a medical check up so she could not avoid the visit to the dentist. As she predicted the dentist listed her up for an appointment that very afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was scared. The dentist looked young and brand new and sang along to the radio when she did her check - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt; - in this context, that song is freaky. The dentist injected her gum with anesthetic and sent her out of the surgery room with her face swollen and numb. 10 minutes after, she was called back and the dentist went on extracting the tooth. The hard part was to control her saliva since the  suction machine was damaged by lightning. The good news was that she did not feel a thing. The bad news was one of her roots grew to be bent so the tooth broke and a small part of it was left inside. So the woman have to go for a second appointment to get the root out on 30th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3003808236357376300?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3003808236357376300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3003808236357376300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3003808236357376300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3003808236357376300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/dentist.html' title='The Dentist'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/ST7-7HmrN7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/3XsnvSxfQKo/s72-c/Tooth+Extraction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1943271325467085783</id><published>2008-12-02T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:52:14.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>My wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okayla, as requested, ni lah die gambar gambar dari wedding. Sebenarnye gambar official tak dapat lagi sebab aku kat Seri Kembangan, tak sempat jumpa photographer lagi. Banyak lagi kat phone tapi well, aku upload ape yang ade ajelah eh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWao9UOlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Kc8Y7bOQWek/s1600-h/DSC00984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWao9UOlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Kc8Y7bOQWek/s320/DSC00984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217554205588050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni gambar before nikah, lepas make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWcNf4qGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xOt7aInQXd8/s1600-h/100_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWcNf4qGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xOt7aInQXd8/s320/100_0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217581194127458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bergambar dgn Steve, my bro from U.S who flew all the way to my wedding. Thanks a bunch bro!!! Waktu ni dah selamat jadi isteri orang, hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWa8RRLXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w0jXrdqdYmw/s1600-h/DSC01307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWa8RRLXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w0jXrdqdYmw/s320/DSC01307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217559389547890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bersanding di Pontian. Sorry takde close up, tunggu photographer nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWb0NDcaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZwCjoSB4itM/s1600-h/DSCI1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWb0NDcaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZwCjoSB4itM/s320/DSCI1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217574404256162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waktu sanding kat Putrajaya, all decked out in purple, kecuali Osman yg takde baju purple, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWbFeY-HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rdu4s6TzLXk/s1600-h/DSCI1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWbFeY-HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rdu4s6TzLXk/s320/DSCI1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217561860503666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yang budak kecik tukang bagi bunga telur tu cousin yg paling muda kitorang, Baby, adik pada pengapitku Dayah. Thanks for being my matron of honour. You did get the bouquet I threw, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, tu aje gambar yang ade ^_^ Untuk yang datang tu, terima kasih bebanyak. Yang tak dapat datang tu, thanks for your prayers and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1943271325467085783?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1943271325467085783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1943271325467085783&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1943271325467085783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1943271325467085783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wedding.html' title='My wedding'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/STVWao9UOlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Kc8Y7bOQWek/s72-c/DSC00984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7497067034629532611</id><published>2008-11-10T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:12:12.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jdrama'/><title type='text'>Lightning strikes</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought that turning off my laptop and router modem without plugging it out of the socket would save it from lightning - I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining cats and dogs yesterday morning along with loud thunders and way too bright lightning. The lightning managed to kick the main switch off and it rained til 9 ish. There I was moving around and doing housechores, entertaining relatives that came to check up on our progress for the wedding (4 more days?! Arienaitsuno!). It wasn't until later that I turned on my laptop and the router modem that I saw the weirdness of the situation. My laptop is still functioning but MY KEYBOARD WASN'T!!! The router, you can just say that it does connect, only that it does not receive or sending data. Yabai na kore... I was still calm, turning off my laptop and turning up the school's laptop. Still it couldn't detect my router, so I used my modem instead. It was fine. Out of sheer panic I smsed my sayang (he was working last night) and advised me what to check and all that but the keyboard was still out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the computer shop to check and their advise - go to the service centre - in MASAI!! So in the end, they recommended me a USB keyboard. Now my laptop looks weird T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SRgfYuU5bvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Fm4jOQeTlPY/s1600-h/P1010604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SRgfYuU5bvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Fm4jOQeTlPY/s320/P1010604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994273822797554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weird. Taihen deshou? huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm watching Ryuusei No Kizuna, a new drama starring Nino, Ryo and Toda Erika (the girl who starred in Death Note - the one who had a shinigami with her) about siblings who were bent to get revenge for their murdered parents. Along the way, they swindled money from those who were bad to them. Nino was their aniki (big bro) who masterminded the swindling activities by providing dialogues to his younger siblings which of course made the drama humourous at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6zbNtg5iEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6zbNtg5iEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening song for the drama, by Arashi of course (since Nino is a part of Arashi), Beautiful Days. A sad song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my nuptial is coming real soon. Do come ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7497067034629532611?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7497067034629532611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7497067034629532611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7497067034629532611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7497067034629532611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/lightning-strikes.html' title='Lightning strikes'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SRgfYuU5bvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Fm4jOQeTlPY/s72-c/P1010604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6938986903152491414</id><published>2008-11-01T15:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:39:35.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Tiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I only have few minutes to write this. The phone line at home is currently down due to the phone cable that was accidentally disconnected due to the tow truck that took my abah's old car away (berapa banyak due daaa). So I am now without any internet line at home. Such a torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've just returned from... &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SQwGFJG3JSI/AAAAAAAAANk/7cTqbcuAu6M/s320/DSC01210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263588749903078690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is weird saying "Boys Over Flower" out loud when I am so used to refer it as Hana Yori Dango. In HYD 2, it ended with Domyouji proposing to Makino. Well this one is fast forward to four years before their wedding when their love was put to the test by some sort of a 'conspiracy'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In this movie, Makino was given a tiara by Domyouji's okaasan, supposedly being handed down from generation to generation of the heir's wife. By some freak accident, it was stolen so both Makino and Domyouji have to look for it or their wedding would be history.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was endearing to watch Domyouji with his mixed up language lingo, 'wet feet' instead of 'cold feet' and he even had the gall to say the term 'cold feet' does not make any sense. There were some fight scene - I applause Jun for those jumping and fighting stunts that he pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SQwGFFXEm-I/AAAAAAAAANs/5ersl9tHZx8/s320/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263588748897328098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went out of the cinema with a huge smile. Too bad the show at the cinema will end on the 5th November. I hope that this will not be the last time that I could watch my favourite Japanese movie at the local cinema. Watching Jun, Shun and Mao on the big screen was inexpressible. I'm gonna hunt for the DVD now ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sasuga Jun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s: Kalau ade geng JEM dah sure abis buat pose kat depan poster tu, wahahaha. Rindunye kat korang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6938986903152491414?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6938986903152491414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6938986903152491414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6938986903152491414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6938986903152491414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiara.html' title='Tiara'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SQwGFJG3JSI/AAAAAAAAANk/7cTqbcuAu6M/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-442366722006437843</id><published>2008-10-30T18:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:30:11.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Omoide Zutto Zutto</title><content type='html'>More or less 15 days to go, but who's counting, hehehe. Friends at school are in a teasing mood - on the so called 'darah manis' and all that. It is okay because I am not the only one with the sweet blood, ngiahahaha. A colleague of mine, Hanis is in the same period as her wedding will be on 23rd November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be off to Skudai with some friends of mine to pick a replacement for my faulty sealer. Thinking of going to the fish spa again to get the fish to eat and nibble on my feet, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, I was looking through the post at JEM when ta-da! Someone posted a movie showtime on the forum, with a poster with very familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanda sore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm395/naruto85_papa/hydF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 399px;" src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm395/naruto85_papa/hydF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The show will be aired for a very very limited time at the selected local cinemas - from 30th October to the 5th of November. Finally, I can watch Jun on the big screen!!!! Patut pun lately I was itching to find my HYD videos that I burnt. Though I'm more keen to watch the final episodes of each HYD 1 &amp;amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made and arrangement with Irra (she loves HYD too) for the Saturday show. Can't wait, yatta!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-442366722006437843?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/442366722006437843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=442366722006437843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/442366722006437843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/442366722006437843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/omoide-zutto-zutto.html' title='Omoide Zutto Zutto'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8592845398128707856</id><published>2008-10-30T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:52:22.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jdrama'/><title type='text'>Ohno Saikou!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My blog is filled with cobwebs - yeah yeah, the much delayed update is here. So anyway, the latest news, not much. Clean here, clean there, paint here, paint there, pack here, pack there, yadda yadda yadda. It's the end of the year. Textbooks returned, revisions. I managed to finish the download for Maou - yeay!! Thanks to my bro who helped me queuing it up on my torrent all the while I was up and about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, my verdict - I love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, Ohno's character - Naruse was similar to a robot. Emotionless. Empty. And he was like a walking statue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toma's character - Serizawa was the devil may care detective who would do unethical things to get the criminal to admit their crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the plot uncovers and as the drama progress, the Ohno I saw in Shinseki Emotion and West Side Story came out. The play of emotion can be seen on his face. Doubts, sympathy, vengeance - you name it, there it were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The drama kept me hooked from the first to the last. The last episode was a tearjerker - nothing else I could comment on the end for those two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I take your life forever, you take my life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a vid I found on youtube, a fanvid on Naruse, ureshii *rolls around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMjej6AWFWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMjej6AWFWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8592845398128707856?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8592845398128707856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8592845398128707856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8592845398128707856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8592845398128707856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/ohno-saikou.html' title='Ohno Saikou!!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5551347809539898467</id><published>2008-10-12T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:58:18.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jdrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arashi'/><title type='text'>I wanna watch!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98pQhInTFPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98pQhInTFPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taken from jem.2freedom.com - arigatou Fitrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Title:  魔王&lt;br /&gt;  * Title (romaji): Maou&lt;br /&gt;  * Format: Renzoku&lt;br /&gt;  * Genre: Suspense drama&lt;br /&gt;  * Broadcast network: TBS&lt;br /&gt;  * Broadcast period: 2008-Jul-04 to 2008-Sept&lt;br /&gt;  * Related TV show: The Devil (KBS2, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is a remake of the popular suspense drama The Devil that was aired in Korea last year. Ohno Satoshi will be playing the role of a two-faced lawyer, one of which is a kind hearted soul and the other who is plotting revenge, using his brilliant mind, on the person who killed his relative. On the other hand, Ikuta Toma will play the double lead role of the man, who has become a detective due to his dark past, who is pursuing the mysterious series of murders and fighting against the devil (maou).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohno Satoshi&lt;/span&gt; as Naruse Ryo (Omedetou, Ri-da!!!!!! For your TV drama lead debut)&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikuta Toma&lt;/span&gt; as Serizawa Naoto (Toma, such a charm)&lt;br /&gt;* Kobayashi Ryoko as Sakita Shiori&lt;br /&gt;  * Tanaka Kei as Kasai Hitoshi&lt;br /&gt;  * Oshinari Shugo as Souda Mitsuru&lt;br /&gt;  * Waki Tomohiro as Ishimoto Yosuke&lt;br /&gt;  * Uehara Misa as Takatsuka Kaoru&lt;br /&gt;  * Shinohara Mai as Nishina Eri&lt;br /&gt;  * Shimizu Yutaka (清水優) as Yamano Makoto&lt;br /&gt;  * Iida Kisuke as Ishihara Kanrikan&lt;br /&gt;  * Tonesaku Toshihide as Kurata Takashi&lt;br /&gt;  * Kichise Michiko as Serizawa Mari&lt;br /&gt;  * Gekidan Hitori as Serizawa Noriyoshi&lt;br /&gt;  * Miyake Yuji (三宅裕司) as Nakanishi Hiromichi&lt;br /&gt;  * Ishizaka Koji as Serizawa Eisaku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5551347809539898467?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5551347809539898467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5551347809539898467&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5551347809539898467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5551347809539898467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanna-watch.html' title='I wanna watch!!!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4791558151106754127</id><published>2008-10-11T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:41:29.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Ode to Mudirah</title><content type='html'>I could almost hear her voice shaking me up from my daydream in the classroom and asking me to construct a sentence from the Arabic word given...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was our KTAM principal since my sister's time - and that was in late 80s until she retired when we moved to SMKAJB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was Puan Hjh Zaiton bt Atan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being our teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving us guidance,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being our mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being strict on me,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing in me,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for aspiring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukran jazilan ya Mudirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4791558151106754127?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4791558151106754127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4791558151106754127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4791558151106754127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4791558151106754127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-mudirah.html' title='Ode to Mudirah'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-9204477165565004821</id><published>2008-10-11T07:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:48:40.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arashi'/><title type='text'>Fangirl Alert!!!</title><content type='html'>I admit, I haven't been a good fan - no Arashi stuff that I bought since early this year. I admit, I was oblivious to their album this year that the last album I heard was Time.  So did a little catch up and the video I saw today was wow - All of them have black hair now - no dye, cool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Truth PV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mecha kakkoi!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4uNNTgE-6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4uNNTgE-6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tF4qFFcV2cY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tF4qFFcV2cY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and red is wayyyyyyy kakkoi!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-9204477165565004821?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9204477165565004821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=9204477165565004821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9204477165565004821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9204477165565004821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/fangirl-alert.html' title='Fangirl Alert!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1158803914220730664</id><published>2008-09-07T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:47:29.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>I have a guy's brain</title><content type='html'>This is a tag from my sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain is 40% Female, 60% Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a total boy brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while your emotions do sway you sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never like to get feelings too involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is 60% male!!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zamose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sue mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Zamose, aku dh buat yg manga tu cume tak tau nak post cmne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1158803914220730664?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1158803914220730664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1158803914220730664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1158803914220730664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1158803914220730664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-guys-brain.html' title='I have a guy&apos;s brain'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7439745699424227066</id><published>2008-09-06T05:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:18:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>A Walk in the Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>This entry is dedicated to the first batch of SMKAJB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang mesti dah lama tak pergi sekolah kan? Beberapa minggu sebelum bulan puasa, aku ambik kesempatan pergi ikut Yan pergi rumah mak dia kat JB. And since semua tau yang mak dia pengetua sekolah tu sekarang n aku mengambil kesempatan untuk merayau-rayau di area sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguhla aku envy tengok budak-budak seolah tu sekarang. Sekolah dah cantik, bangunan ada tambah lagi satu, wakaf pun dah bertambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGnzk8ei7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4rmZpa364Dg/s1600-h/SP_A0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGnzk8ei7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4rmZpa364Dg/s320/SP_A0306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242655945768471474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ingat tangga 'harapan' yang ni? Tangga dari kawasan dewan naik ke surau yang zaman dulu dah makan beberapa ramai mangsa sebab dulu tak ada railing langsung? Berapa ramai student  (aku pun termasuk dalam korum tu) termasuk sekali dgn parents yang tergelincir jatuh sebab tangga tu curam gila? Sekarang sure dah tak seramai dulu yang jatuh sebab railing dah ada. Kalau jatuh jugak, tak tau la aku nak cakap apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGopuxVB2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z79Li-OMkLU/s1600-h/SP_A0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGopuxVB2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z79Li-OMkLU/s320/SP_A0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242656876119000930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ingat lagi surau ni? Waktu kita bumbung tu tak ada. Yang ada cuma walkway aje. Waktu yang paling best aku ingat time kita, kalau hujan, instead of gunakan jalan belakang, semua main redah aje hujan sebab malas nak pusing jauh. Time tu semua lari aje dari tepi surau ke tempat berbumbung. Sekarang ni bukan setakat bumbung aje, kotak untuk pokok pun dah ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba teka ni kat mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGpd8beMQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-sETH1LIEG4/s1600-h/SP_A0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGpd8beMQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-sETH1LIEG4/s320/SP_A0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242657773138620674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGpdxWK9AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1d4P1NNivnQ/s1600-h/SP_A0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGpdxWK9AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1d4P1NNivnQ/s320/SP_A0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242657770163598338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, my dear ialah Aspuri kita. Time ni Aspuri kunci so aku cuma blh ambil gambar dari gate aje. Pokok yang ditanam time kita of course la dah besar sangat. Yang gambar belah atas tu la terletaknya bilik warden, Common Room yang dikasihi - tempat kita seludup pukul 3 pagi tengok MTV, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGqTE7yF6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/bigY71snjA0/s1600-h/SP_A0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGqTE7yF6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/bigY71snjA0/s320/SP_A0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242658685954693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tengok, dah ada direktori lagi. Hebat tak hengat. Ingat lagi Study Room kat ground floor tempat kita lepak n buat homework dulu? SR tu dah ditukar jadi dorm. Dorm Iqlima dgn Masyitah dah turun kat ground floor. Yang lain masih lagi kekal kedudukan dia kecuali ada 2 dorm baru - dorm Hawa &amp;amp; Zulaikha. Maknanya makin ramai le student kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pulak kat mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGrI3f-jwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xdwNpbaeK0Y/s1600-h/SP_A0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGrI3f-jwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xdwNpbaeK0Y/s320/SP_A0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242659610061344514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGrI69rSkI/AAAAAAAAANE/W_eBgVA9gzM/s1600-h/SP_A0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGrI69rSkI/AAAAAAAAANE/W_eBgVA9gzM/s320/SP_A0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242659610991217218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kalau korang teka kat Dewan Makan, tepat sekali!!!!! Yang bahagian atas tu tempat kita dulu beratur ambil makanan. Tengok, siap ada cermin hitam tu. Yang bawah pulak bahagian belakang dewan yang dulu kosong. Dah convert jadi stage untuk formal dinner for teachers. Cuba korang tengok lampu tu. Time kita lampu perdarfluor biasa aje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGr5vsoyFI/AAAAAAAAANM/wDkD8aiKgN0/s1600-h/SP_A0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGr5vsoyFI/AAAAAAAAANM/wDkD8aiKgN0/s320/SP_A0308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242660449780549714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGr6CXbK5I/AAAAAAAAANU/Q0QX_5CGy1I/s1600-h/SP_A0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGr6CXbK5I/AAAAAAAAANU/Q0QX_5CGy1I/s320/SP_A0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242660454791850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu gambar close up lampu dengan sinki. Dah tukar kaler dah. Renovate habis. Yang tak ubah cuma lantai dewan makan yang masih lagi melekit kat kaki, yuck! That never change, hahaha. Tapi aku tak gemar sangat cara susunan meja makan sekarang. Time dulu lagi senang sikit nak access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak lagi gambar sebenarnya tapi dalam banyak-banyak gambar, gambar ni lah yang buat aku terharu sangat sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGsx2Qk4AI/AAAAAAAAANc/52OxoOUzgwc/s1600-h/SP_A0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGsx2Qk4AI/AAAAAAAAANc/52OxoOUzgwc/s320/SP_A0293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242661413614575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Korang abaikan arca hidup kat tengah tu. Ingat lagi mural ni? Inilah mural yang Isem, Rai, Nofie, Zai dgn Kherry buat waktu sekolah baru bukak dulu. Ada lagi mural ni, masih lagi dalam keadaan yang baik. Aku lupa tahun berapa derang buat ni... tahun 96 ke? Lepas kita abis PMR? Waktu tu kita semua masih lagi KTAMian. Hmm tapi Isem masuk waktu SMKAJB so maybe 97 atau 98 kot. Anyway, mural ni lah peninggalan first batch kat sekolah tu yang masih ada. Cikgu Nurizah masih lagi ada kat sekolah tu so maybe dia pun sengaja tinggalkan mural ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk batch SMKAJB sekarang, maybe korang ade yang countdown nak abis sekolah. Mungkin ada rules yang pada korang tak masuk akal, ada cikgu yang korang tak suka tapi bila dah masuk u atau kerja nanti, rules yang pelik tu lah yang korang ingat sampai bila-bila and kawan-kawan yang korang dah kenal dalam masa 5 tahun tu lah jadi kawan yang korang still akan ingat sampai bila bila. Savour thy school time, love thy friends and respect thy teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kengkawan aku, ingat lagi Pesta Denda time kita form 2 kat KTAM? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7439745699424227066?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7439745699424227066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7439745699424227066&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7439745699424227066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7439745699424227066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-in-memory-lane.html' title='A Walk in the Memory Lane'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SMGnzk8ei7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4rmZpa364Dg/s72-c/SP_A0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1333368820773814175</id><published>2008-08-31T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:24:14.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>My Workspace - Yet Another Tag, huhu</title><content type='html'>This is, as tagged by my brother, my workspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to expect since teachers do not have their own office - unless they're the principal, headmaster or senior assistants. So this is my desk that I spent not so much time at - since I'm one of the few teachers who have a 32 teaching periods in my schedule per week. Hectic, yeah, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SLpHB2UWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/crnxjguTA54/s1600-h/SP_A0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SLpHB2UWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/crnxjguTA54/s320/SP_A0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240579213485287346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here's a brief tour of my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upper Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I put my pupils' exercise book whether they're marked or unmarked. I do not return the year 1 pupils' books after the marking because most of the time, they never brought it back to school after I returned it for the same old reason la - mothers or dads did not put the book back in the bag. As you can see, the books were piled up for this week - I was going nuts preparing and reading for the confirmation interview, huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind - Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I put all my text books, revision books and some letters and whatever junks that I manage to accumulate since I started my teaching, hehehe. The front part, the Longman Contemporary dictionary (not mine but the Resource Centre's) that I normally use to check the pronunciation and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind - Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is the red zone area - the space where I put all the toys, sms (not the phone but the paper scrap pupils use to pass their short messages) and even erasers - yes, I confiscate erasers too if the kids were playing the "timpa-timpa pemadam" or improvise their erasers to spin like a top during class, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Front left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my temporary parking space for my books that I am going to use in between classes so that after one class ends, I swapped books before I go to my next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put all the file regarding my class - sick leave, receipt and my teacher's stamp ink - had to hide those stamp inks because before this I left it on my table and found that my desk was stamped with it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've caught one of the pupils poking through my stuff because unlike other teacher's desks, mine is unmarked so they thought no one sat there and I had a fun time 'torturing' them, ngiahahaha. I've yet to find the culprit who stamped my desk with my own fancy teacher's stamp.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, my desk. So, on my tag list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://intanick,blogspot.com/"&gt;Intan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://honey050603-sweethoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Along&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zamose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit - My sayang, CurX - nak tengok tpt keje baru, hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Buat, jangan tak buat, hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1333368820773814175?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1333368820773814175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1333368820773814175&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1333368820773814175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1333368820773814175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-workspace-yet-another-tag-huhu.html' title='My Workspace - Yet Another Tag, huhu'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SLpHB2UWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/crnxjguTA54/s72-c/SP_A0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7701356261966977482</id><published>2008-08-22T07:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:26:47.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag lagi (berapa banyak daaaa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hish hish hish.... tag war kaaaa &lt;a href="http://intanick.blogspot.com"&gt;Intan&lt;/a&gt; oiii? Nasib baik aku tgh cuti.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KALI PERTAMA NAIK KAPAL TERBANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap... cek pasport sat.&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 2005 pergi Bangkok - all-expense company trip. Bolehla sebab aku sorang aje staf dlm ofis yang bertahan lama, hehehehe. Join dgn family Lady boss and Man boss (derang husband n wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALI PERTAMA KE OVERSEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore consider oversea jugak kan? Tu pun tahun 2005, waktu gile Arashi. Sanggup travel sebab nak pergi MISE beli merchandise and posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALI PERTAMA DUDUK BERJAUHAN DARI KELUARGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam kengkawan semua yang kenal kat KTAM - dari umur 13 tahun. Mula-mula homesick giler (Sure korang ingat lagi kan? Shhhh jangan cerita, secret) lepas tu liat pulak nak balik rumah sebab dah syok dengan kawan, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERINGIN SGT NK MELANCONG KE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dulu teringin nak pergi Scotland - Kes tengok cerita Braveheart, hehehe. Siap beli buku pasal Scotland lagi tu time belajar dulu. Bukannye ape, suka tengok tinggalan sejarah - castles, castle ruins etc. Pakkal aje bangunan tinggalan sejarah dari zaman Parameswara dulu dah takde. Istana Carey pulak.... spookey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAV ACCESSORIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dulu jarang bukak rantai yang dipakai sekarang. Bukak time ade camping aje - not that anyone can see la kan. Accessories yang tak ditinggal rumah waktu berjalan -  Jam, cincin tunang &amp;amp; cincin merisik ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMPAT PERKATAAN YG SELALU DI SEBUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet!&lt;br /&gt;Bengong aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Bijak, bijak&lt;br /&gt;Tak kuase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALAU ADA DUIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Weh, kena rephrase ni beb. Duit tak pernah tak ade cuma cukup tak cukup aje)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KALAU CUKUP DUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bayar semua hutang-hutang aku - especially PTPTN tu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nak pergi Haji&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nak melancong pergi Scotland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beli rumah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kumpul duit untuk college fund anak so dia tak payah amik study loan  macam aku (Macam le aku ade anak dah. Kawin pun belum lagi hahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAK TAG SIAPE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huarghh.... ni yang lemah ni (takut kena balasan bertubi tubi lagi). errr... sesiapa yg nak buat tag, dipersilakan lah ye, hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7701356261966977482?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7701356261966977482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7701356261966977482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7701356261966977482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7701356261966977482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-lagi-berapa-banyak-daaaa.html' title='Tag lagi (berapa banyak daaaa)'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8611061059626183526</id><published>2008-08-19T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:35:33.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!!!</title><content type='html'>It was our anniversary yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th August marks our first year of engagement and luckily enough I was around in Seri Kembangan with my beloved to celebrate it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SKqtrgVD7eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_R-58xeWkJU/s1600-h/P1010599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SKqtrgVD7eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_R-58xeWkJU/s320/P1010599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236188479695875554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple poem for my sayang:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know where to start at,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not that good with words and rhyme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm grateful for the day we met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you til the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for last night and the lovely bouquet that you gave me. No words are enough to express my feelings. Love you bunch and bunch, Ayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November does not come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;*love and smooches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8611061059626183526?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8611061059626183526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8611061059626183526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8611061059626183526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8611061059626183526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SKqtrgVD7eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_R-58xeWkJU/s72-c/P1010599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4603576603006821553</id><published>2008-08-19T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:21:00.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag - Pertama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Lepas satu, satu pulak, huuhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ni dari Along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1. Cerita ini benar sahaja dan tak ada kaitan dengan sesiapa pun yang masih hidup atau telah meninggal dunia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2. Perlu mengetag paling kurang 3 orang rakan anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3. Tempoh tag bermula dari masa ia dicipta (Tak tau bila) dan tamat pada 21 Ogos 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4. Jawab dengan SEGERA apabila anda di tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;5. Perlu ada 5 kisah "Pertama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walkman pertama - Hadiah PMR dari mak, walkman Panasonic digital yang rosak disebabkan ke'bangang'anku tercurah air waktu isi air dalam botol time matriks. Tu la, time tu sibuk nak pekakkan telinga, waktu tercurah air menggelabah sebab shot terus, huhuhu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaset pertama - Roxette Joyride yang dibeli waktu darjah 6. Time tu gila dengar lagu 'Fading Like Flower'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tempat kerja pertama - kompeni kontraktor kat Skudai. Tahan kat situ 2 tahun setengah sampaila dapat offer untuk KPLI. Memang nak dikatakan waktu kerja tu tak ada life lain selain kerja, kerja dan kerja. Sabtu tu ikut syarat aje half day tapi most of the time Even kadang-kadang hari Ahad pun kena kerja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinta monyet pertama - Lepas SPM, tapi tu more towards infatuation la. Niat asal tu sebenarbye saje aje buat competition time exam. Kalau trial and error tu tak bermakna cinta yang sebenarnya kan? Cinta monyet, infatuation tu adela jugak beberapa tapi macam yang Along cakap jugak first time cinta dia yang truly dengan husband dia. Sounds corny but I'm really truly in love for the first time with my sayang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kereta pertama - Kancil 850EX pemberian Bang Bil. I'm loving that car - kecik, senang and tak banyak guna minyak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay settle.  Nak tag orang lain... erm... ni open tag la. Siapa nak pas tag dipersilakan jawab tag, hihihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4603576603006821553?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4603576603006821553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4603576603006821553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4603576603006821553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4603576603006821553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-pertama.html' title='Tag - Pertama'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8568617388361914809</id><published>2008-08-19T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:58:14.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>True Friend's Test</title><content type='html'>Ni sesaje aje buat. Tapi yang listed kat bawah mesti jawab, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://honey050603-sweethoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Along Noridah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Along Zamose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kebahagiaanku.blogspot/"&gt;Anem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://intanick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Intan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minusthedull.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1921463"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/1921463/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lain nak try jawab pun boleh - especially you &lt;a href="http://alpha-site.blogdrive.com/"&gt;sayang&lt;/a&gt;, hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8568617388361914809?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8568617388361914809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8568617388361914809&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8568617388361914809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8568617388361914809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-friends-test.html' title='True Friend&apos;s Test'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8866769805714634074</id><published>2008-08-16T07:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:38:08.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag lagi *sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;FINALLY, Intan membalas, hahahaha. Ni lah die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 TABIAT BURUK TIME SEKOLAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, ni yang best nih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seludup walkman pi sekolah - walau macam mana banyak pun spot check yang ada, still tak pernah tertangkap, hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidur dalam kelas - susun buku tinggi-tinggi kat desk pastu doze off, kalau kat dalam lab duduk kat lantai, kepala kat kerusi. Cikgu pun pelik macam mana kejap ade kejap tak ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Macam yang Intan cakap - pukul 3 pagi, senyap-senyap tgk MTV kat CR (common room). Time tu gila nak tgk BSB. Sungguh thrill sebab bilik warden dekat aje, hehehe. And again, tak pernah tertangkap. Time tu geng tengok TV Along, Intan, Aisyah, Sue Mail and Nofie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Err.... bersin kuat yang teramat - korang ingat satu malam lepas off-light yang satu hostel dengar aku dgn Qis berlawan bersin? hihihi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seludup masuk Bilik Kaunseling dengan Along - gila tak hengat sambut birthday semua BSB kat situ - first sekali b-day A.J (sebab dia yang start dengan 9 Jan), Nick, Brian, Howie-D and Kevin. Gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(Nasib baik murid-murid aku tak baca blog aku, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 FAVOURITE SUBJEK ANDA... KENAPA?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;English - Sebab walau macam mana cikgu Norliah tu moody, die ajar still the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sejarah - Suka sangat-sangat, especially sejarah dunia dgn sejarah waktu pembukaan negeri negeri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matematik Moden - Sebab senang, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 SUBJEK ANDA TAK SUKA... KENAPA??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geografi - sungguh laaaaaa lemah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fizik - sampai sekarang tak faham faham nak kira vektor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arab - waktu form 3 suka sebab Mudirah yang ajar, dah masuk form 4 dgn form 5 lepas Mudirah dah pencen, minat pun hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENARIK PADA KAMU...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtfulness, attentiveness everything that is my sayang ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMU PALING SUKA...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membaca!!!! Fiction books la tapi, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDA TIDAK BOLEH HIDUP TANPA...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Food and drinks laa, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SETIAP MALAM SEBELUM TIDUR SIAPA YANG ANDA HUBUNGI..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, tak sempat nak contact sesiapa sebab selalu doze off - tengah baca buku ke, tgk tv ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANGSA TAG KAMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sayang- CurX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My abang - Bangbil, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8866769805714634074?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8866769805714634074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8866769805714634074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8866769805714634074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8866769805714634074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-lagi-sighs.html' title='Tag lagi *sighs'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5019664719618251027</id><published>2008-08-14T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:46:35.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Nadia Katastrafia Megola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was closing to my 'Destroyer' mode because my book was not here yesterday. So contacted Kino and ta-da! The book arrived before I got home, hurrah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SKRCa1GPSzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/coksmB954kc/s1600-h/P1010598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SKRCa1GPSzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/coksmB954kc/s320/P1010598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234381695608638258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Covered the book with a plastic wrap (heck, it's more expensive than my Harry Potter), cooked and ate lunch, since I do plan on finishing it in one sitting and there I go, lost in the world of Acheron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours, I have to admit my eyes are tired - and the book totally worth it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the first part was a bit hard to read - I mean come on, it's all about his torturous life filled with abuse before he was killed. But then I so love the part when his mother, Apollymi the Destroyer released her wrath and totally obliterate the Atlantean Pantheon. The best part was to read the present day story. Who would have thought the great Acheron would blush and stumble his way once in a while? Totally endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the gathering of characters from previous series - Julian, Kyrian, Sunshine, Talon, Zarek, Wulf, Urian, Wren, Vane, Sin and Katra, it only gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And wake up early tomorrow to pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could just wink my way and have it done in a blink of an eye - wishful thinking laaa. Stuck too long in the Dark-Hunter world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5019664719618251027?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5019664719618251027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5019664719618251027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5019664719618251027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5019664719618251027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/nadia-katastrafia-megola.html' title='Nadia Katastrafia Megola'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SKRCa1GPSzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/coksmB954kc/s72-c/P1010598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-9167859795670344457</id><published>2008-08-12T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:51:21.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Nadiah needs ........</title><content type='html'>Tak habis habis tag orang, huhuhu. Anyway, this is a tag from my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basically, pergi ke google dan taipkan kat search box tu: 'nama korang' + needs.&lt;/span&gt; Kalau nak senang hit taip contoh "nadiah needs" kena ada tanda kurungan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang berkenaan dengan the needs of a Nadiah cuma ni aje. Limited and not so flattering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadiah needs confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadiah needs ______. (no idea what the space means)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadiah needs confidence (again? *_*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadiah needs some sleep now (hardy har har)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadiah needs a visit to the doctor to have a whole body check up cause she aches and pains all over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadiah needs a job that offers variety.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Heh, macam ramai yang ade confidence problem aje nih. Tak sihat pun ye jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lepas tu, do an image search guna keyword yang sama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dapat dua aje match. Dua-dua buku&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yaorabbit.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/songs-of-the-humpback-whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 155px;" src="http://yaorabbit.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/songs-of-the-humpback-whale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yaorabbit.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/moby-dick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 148px;" src="http://yaorabbit.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/moby-dick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yaorabbit.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/songs-of-the-humpback-whale.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;But both of them have something in common - whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag orang lain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;CurX - as always la ye sayang, hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sue Mail - bagi rajin sikit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intanz - Sesaje aje nak bagi keje, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-9167859795670344457?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9167859795670344457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=9167859795670344457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9167859795670344457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9167859795670344457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/nadiah-needs.html' title='Nadiah needs ........'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6410401386953446402</id><published>2008-08-12T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:58:38.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Tick.... Tock..... Tick..... Tock....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n50/n253724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n50/n253724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anticipation sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about my order of 'Acheron'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on sale in the US since August 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on Monday, I was checking the inventory at &lt;a href="http://bookweb.kinokuniya.co.jp/indexohb.cgi?AREA=05"&gt;Kinokuniya's Bookweb&lt;/a&gt; for the arrival of the book. Surprise surprise, the book was in stock but was not on the shelf - yet. I just went ahead with my order, drove the merchandising department wild (sorry,to the Kino team, but you guys rocks! hehe) and sadly the book was for someone who special ordered earlier. I was just a heartbeat away from canceling my order when I saw the ebook was up for sale on &lt;a href="http://www.mobipocket.com/en/HomePage/default.asp?Language=EN"&gt;Mobipocket&lt;/a&gt;. How can I not when the reviews were raving mad? I mean dang! 71 out of 109 readers gave 5 stars out of 5 on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Acheron-Dark-Hunter-Book-Sherrilyn-Kenyon/dp/0312362153/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218455442&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; and 38 out of 38 gave 5/5 on &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Acheron/Sherrilyn-Kenyon/e/9780312362157"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles&lt;/a&gt;, Graaaahh!!!! I feel so very Simi-like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, nothing beats holding a first edition hardcover book that you've waited for years to be published - Not that I'm holding on to it now, so I waited since they said the estimated time the book might reach Kino KL is between 18th and 22nd August. That LONG?!! *sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, on Sunday when I was at my distant aunt's wedding one of the Kino merchandising team members called me and said - THE BOOK WAS HERE!!!! The Kinokuniya KL Store I mean  and will be couriered up on Monday, which was YESTERDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to wait for the despatch to send me my 'Acheron'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6410401386953446402?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6410401386953446402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6410401386953446402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6410401386953446402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6410401386953446402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick.... Tock..... Tick..... Tock....'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-233386514180363215</id><published>2008-07-22T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:11:09.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Year of Akri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's like waiting for the final Harry Potter book to arrive on shelf. Only that I have to rate the book PG. If you wonder what I am talking about, well it's about the much awaited book in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark-Hunter_series"&gt;Dark-Hunter&lt;/a&gt; series by Sherrilyn Kenyon. The books are in the paranormal romance genre - you know, vampires, shapeshifters, characters in Greek and Roman mythology as well as the Celtic. I've read all the stories in the series and owned some so of course I'm waiting for the upcoming 'Acheron' with bated breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, him, also known as Ash, being the head honcho of the Dark-Hunters - always there but he haven't had his own story yet - until this coming August that is. The trailer for the book was released last Sunday - although some part f the trailer I like and some that I don't, I really like to know what will become to Acheron and - although I don't like her very much - the-heifer-goddess-as-dubbed-by-Simi-the-Charonte Artemis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-mQoCZC_JI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-mQoCZC_JI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to have to search for it in August at all major bookstore - though I'm very sure the probability of finding it in JB is thin, but heck, hoping is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-233386514180363215?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/233386514180363215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=233386514180363215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/233386514180363215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/233386514180363215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/year-of-akri.html' title='The Year of Akri'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-2098828561204163391</id><published>2008-07-22T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:12.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Biology 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a good morning today, albeit the cold weather. I was on my way to sign my name at the office when I saw pupils were crowding by the pond. I was curious of course and went to join the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the kids saw were frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just any frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were seeing frogs that were engaging in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SIWZxhmnEDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0AiJl7CYGRU/s1600-h/Photo-0002+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SIWZxhmnEDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0AiJl7CYGRU/s320/Photo-0002+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225752018746282034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The arrow shows a dot that were the threesome frogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hanis, a friend of mine was also passing through the pond when a curious year 1 pupil asked her what the frogs were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She said "They're fighting," without elaborating more. Well, they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt; so it's not wrong. Of course la, seven year old don't ask that much but the year 6 pupils were looking at her sceptically. So the crowd stayed with utter fascination until the bell rang and the frogs were carrying on for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn the frogs for mating in the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-2098828561204163391?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2098828561204163391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=2098828561204163391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2098828561204163391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2098828561204163391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/biology-101.html' title='Biology 101'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SIWZxhmnEDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0AiJl7CYGRU/s72-c/Photo-0002+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3228723476679961061</id><published>2008-07-21T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:26:21.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag lagi, huhuhu</title><content type='html'>1. nama-nama timangan oleh org tersayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diah&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J*n**l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cayang&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2. anda seorang yang...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imaginasi tinggi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ulat buku&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suka tengok Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;malas nak pikir panjang kalau shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suka pergi kedai buku walaupun tak beli apape&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3. insan teristimewa.describe apa yg membuatkan die terlalu istimewa di mata anda.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;4. makanan favourite anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jemput-jemput bawang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi goreng cili api&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sup sayur&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broccoli celur cicah kicap cili&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gulai asam pedas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;5. favourite color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All time - Lifehouse - Everything&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. sikap yg membuatkan anda stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang suka forward cerita kat e-mail yang isi kononnye boleh dipercayai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traffic jam disebabkan oleh rubber-necker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queue-cutter - tak kisah le kat jalanraya ke, pos ofis ke, tol ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8. 3 bende yg mesti ade dalam handbag anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pen merah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pen biru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. kali terakhir anda menangis beriya-iya..kenapa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2003 - ............ (fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. tag 5 rakan anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;curXku sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zamose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sue Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3228723476679961061?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3228723476679961061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3228723476679961061&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3228723476679961061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3228723476679961061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-lagi-huhuhu.html' title='Tag lagi, huhuhu'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4625285610247586315</id><published>2008-07-12T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:12.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>On Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Wednesday, the state of Johor was on a one day holiday due to the 'Hol Almarhum' for the late Sultan of Johor. To all my kawan-kawan from KTAM and SMKAJB, a friend of ours &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; - and I stress on the word suddenly there, gave me an SMS on Monday, asking if I would be free on that particular day. Well the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'suddenly'&lt;/span&gt; is the main key here because we went out for a movie marathon along with a friend of mine from work - 'Made of Honour' (which we gladly saw with only 5 person total - us and a couple who were near to  smooching but stopped because we were there)  in the whole theater room) and Hancock on the Friday before that and she only knew that someone would send an engagement delegation on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the mystery girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SHiSMDjf1bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NYG2fy2UuTs/s1600-h/P1010577a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SHiSMDjf1bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NYG2fy2UuTs/s320/P1010577a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222084503746368946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clue No. 1: Any ideas yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SHiSMNPtrnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QgfhPJK-msE/s1600-h/P1010579a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SHiSMNPtrnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QgfhPJK-msE/s320/P1010579a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222084506347744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clue No. 2 : Come on take a guess, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, scroll down for the full face picture, hehehehe *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SHiSL0cCicI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u8Y-Utxxj2Y/s1600-h/P1010574a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SHiSL0cCicI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u8Y-Utxxj2Y/s320/P1010574a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222084499688556994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yan!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe, I'm proud to say we managed to buy some make-ups on Tuesday evening and I received the honour to 'do' her face. One thing about growing up together since primary school with her sister, a year younger than us who also went to the same school that we do and one of her brothers being my brother's schoolmate, we are kind of close and it was fun working on her, hahaha. Poor Yan that throughout the time, her brother and I was teasing her mercilessly about the make-up since she rarely wears any lipstick at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, a good news among my circle of friends, ahem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Faizah Hanim (chewah) aka Are_name gave birth to her first daughter on Thursday. Congratulations Anem and husband!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4625285610247586315?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4625285610247586315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4625285610247586315&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4625285610247586315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4625285610247586315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-wednesday.html' title='On Wednesday'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SHiSMDjf1bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NYG2fy2UuTs/s72-c/P1010577a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5196751545562158621</id><published>2008-06-28T16:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:14:23.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag Marathon (KORANG DERA AKU!!!!)</title><content type='html'>Yeah I was busy and my jaw dropped when I received not 1 - but... 4!!!! Seriously - siapla Bangbil, huhuhu. And those who are being tagged back, blame it on my brother, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag No. 1 - Here in My Home (From Bangbil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Instruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make an entry with the title "Here in My Home"&lt;br /&gt;2. Include in the entry:&lt;br /&gt;-video clip of Here in My Home OR the mp3 (it doesn't hv to play automatically)&lt;br /&gt;Get the video clip code from You Tube. Click on the youtube -the link to the website: http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;-CurXku sayang&lt;br /&gt;-Along&lt;br /&gt;-Intan&lt;br /&gt;-Zamose&lt;br /&gt;-Anem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag no.2 - From Bangbil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in 'Don't judge a book by it's cover'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have you ever felt stupid? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning - The pakcik and makcik that I have been conversing with since early this year at the mini-stadium was my former STMI 1 headmaster - and I didn't know it until he said he taught there. What's worse, he knows my parents and my older siblings and I always called his son who was my classmate (behind his backlah) 'Ali Setan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got too many dreams and you want me to put just 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. If you can travel through time WITHOUT changing anything. Where would u go &amp;amp; why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To Camelot during King Arthur's era - To know whether he was just a myth or a living legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. If the weather is too hot, where will u go to make urself cooler? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of my fan la, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend some, invest some, save some - all things covered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better ask my fiancee what happened to him, hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Who are the top five people in the world you would wish to meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bak kata emak - kuat iman, jaga solat and all that, hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Which type of cars I love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kancil, hahahaha - I save a lot on petrol and service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Which do you prefer from your other half? hug? or a kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick question. Ask after my nuptials, ngehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet = ignorance, point out and not being mean at the same time = improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and peace at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a compulsive shopaholic - always within my budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What peeves you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really dirty and smelly restroom with an unflushed and 'something-swimming-in-it' toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more of a risk-taker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What makes you feel disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lied at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. If given a chance, do you want to see your future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No - reminds me too much of the consequences in Shakespeare's Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Would you still be friend your best friend whom had betrayed your trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of 5 balls - friend = glass. Once nicked or broken, you will never get the perfect glass ball back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this tag goes to:&lt;br /&gt;-CurX (Sorry dear, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;-Along&lt;br /&gt;-Intan&lt;br /&gt;-Anem&lt;br /&gt;-Zamose&lt;br /&gt;-Sue Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag No. 3 - Bangbil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 random facts about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni dah pernah buat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 things that scare me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Lori balak (Thanks to Final Destination 2)&lt;br /&gt;2- Not seeing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;3- The unknown&lt;br /&gt;4- Broken down car in the middle of the night, in the middle of no where&lt;br /&gt;5- Japanese, Indonesian and Thai horror movies&lt;br /&gt;6- Gore stuff&lt;br /&gt;7- Being unhealthy - not the biasa punya but the long term effect of not taking care of health&lt;br /&gt;8- Tape worm - its yucky and way too darn long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 random musics at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni dijawab dalam tag no.4 di bawah ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 words i say the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pun sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 things/people i treasure the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pun sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 things as your wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Contentment&lt;br /&gt;2- Great family&lt;br /&gt;3- Good friends&lt;br /&gt;4- No global warming, hehe&lt;br /&gt;5- Health&lt;br /&gt;6- Kesejahteraan dunia dan akhirat (ikut Bangbil)&lt;br /&gt;7- Comfortable&lt;br /&gt;8- Stability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 'first time' things i ever did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- First time run away: 1988 - cabut dari kelas mengaji sebab nak tgk Moero Attack! Ada hati nak balik jalan kaki dari sekolah&lt;br /&gt;2- First movie tengok kat wayang: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle&lt;br /&gt;3- First time kerja: 2004 lepas abis degree&lt;br /&gt;4- First time duduk jauh dari family: 1994 - masuk KTAM JB&lt;br /&gt;5- First time nampak fiancee: Wedding room-mate IPSM&lt;br /&gt;6- First time beli kaset: 1993 - Kaset Roxette, Joyride&lt;br /&gt;7- First time masak: 1992 - arwah Atuk suruh&lt;br /&gt;8- First time kena rotan: 1990 sebab tak siap h/work, ingat compare bekas libasan dengan kawan sebab dapat pangkat 'sergeant' kat betis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~8 person to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tak cukup 8 la tapinye&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -CurX (Sorry dear, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;-Along&lt;br /&gt;-Intan&lt;br /&gt;-Anem&lt;br /&gt;-Zamose&lt;br /&gt;-Sue Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag No.4 - Bangbil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Where do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue is unimportant as long as the nuptials are smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not equal to owning someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Stulang for a very very late dinner - courtesy to the girl's night out with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Name the latest book that you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I bought 4 but you want to name 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My full name - Nadiah (my own name without my dad's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No preference, I love both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life? As in a fantasy character to real life? Jean Grey, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Christina or Britney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina, classy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) Do you do your own laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotate with my mak, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Expo (yeah yeah, I'm the proverbial bookworm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) Hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both, hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangbil&lt;br /&gt;1) Bossy&lt;br /&gt;2) Won't let me drive his car - unless it's an emergency&lt;br /&gt;3) Jiwang karat, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;4) Afraid of frogs&lt;br /&gt;5) Loves his toys, hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16)8 things I am passionate about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not in any particular order*&lt;br /&gt;1) Family&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends&lt;br /&gt;3) Books&lt;br /&gt;4) Shoes (I'm crazy about them)&lt;br /&gt;5) Being prepared&lt;br /&gt;6) Singing in my car&lt;br /&gt;7) Burning calories on weekends&lt;br /&gt;8) Maintaining my newly developed ab line -  susah weyyyy nak dapat - do 70 reps of double sit ups twice on weekends and buat ab crunch smpi pensan daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17)8 things I say too often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not in any particular order*&lt;br /&gt;1) Stand up&lt;br /&gt;2) Sit down&lt;br /&gt;3) Take out your book&lt;br /&gt;4) Yang ada nama duduk, yang tak ada, diri&lt;br /&gt;5) Siapa tak siap tak dapat chocolate&lt;br /&gt;(What can I do? I am a teacher after all, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;6) Internet bangang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7) Shoot! (tune die macam cakap sh*t)&lt;br /&gt;8) Senyap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) 8 books I've read recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.... well... here goes, for the past week,&lt;br /&gt;1) Linda Howard's Mr Perfect (baca time tukar timing belt)&lt;br /&gt;2) James Patterson's Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas (For the gazillion time)&lt;br /&gt;Those two okay lagi nak tulis publicly but then, the rest....&lt;br /&gt;3) Diana Palmer's Evan&lt;br /&gt;4) Lynne Graham's Emerald Mistress&lt;br /&gt;5) Lucy Monroe's Housekeeper to the Millionnaire&lt;br /&gt;6) Lauren Dane's Fire and Rain&lt;br /&gt;7) Diana Palmer's Lawless&lt;br /&gt;8) Christine Rimmer's Mercury Rising&lt;br /&gt;And yes, so I read tons of romance, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19)8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not in any particular order*&lt;br /&gt;1) Everything - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;2) Iris - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;3) Yes/No - Arashi&lt;br /&gt;4) Pikanchi Double - Arashi&lt;br /&gt;5) My Immortal - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;6) Mr Brightside - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;7) Adiemus - Adiemus&lt;br /&gt;8) I Believe - Blessid Union of Souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20)8 things I learned last year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;*not in any particular order*&lt;br /&gt;1) People are not who they seem to be&lt;br /&gt;2) Education loans are costly, so janganla amik PTPTN untuk anak. Invest for education fee&lt;br /&gt;3) Once you tasted keropok lekor in Terengganu, you will rant a lot when you eat keropok from other places.&lt;br /&gt;4) Those who compare and look too much at other people's life are not peaceful inside.&lt;br /&gt;5) Sometimes, we do have to be cruel to be kind&lt;br /&gt;6) Lotsa cows wandering around unattended in Besut&lt;br /&gt;7) If your car's timing belt is broken, you can't even turn on your car&lt;br /&gt;8) Some people could be too narrow minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-8 people to tag:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tak cukup 8 la tapinye, again&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -CurX (Sorry dear, again, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;-Along&lt;br /&gt;-Intan&lt;br /&gt;-Anem&lt;br /&gt;-Zamose&lt;br /&gt;-Sue Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag No. 5 (the final one)- Zamose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 minit yang lalu, apa anda buat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering the darned tags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 hari yang lalu, apa anda buat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty untuk Anugerah Seri Asrama Gemilang peringkat Negeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 hari lagi apa anda akan buat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taip sijil bebudak kursus motivasi english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 orang yang terakhir menelefon kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis - tanya duty buat report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 makanan yang baru dibeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak beli makanan langsung harini. Semua sponsor pertandingan bagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 barang yang baru hilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair band - asyik lupe letak mana aje, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 cerita yang baru ditonton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey Show (cerita ke tu?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 hal terakhir yang digossipkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, adela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 kata yang ingin diluahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woi! Aku lepak la jawab tag bebanyak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 buku yang sudah dibaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok tag atas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 penyakit yang sering datang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyakit 'procrastinate', haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 keinginan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too shy to put it up here, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Siap!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cukup ah, takyah update blog sebulan, bwahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5196751545562158621?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5196751545562158621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5196751545562158621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5196751545562158621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5196751545562158621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-marathon-korang-dera-aku.html' title='Tag Marathon (KORANG DERA AKU!!!!)'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4119192459891313731</id><published>2008-06-05T08:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:55:36.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>And the price soars!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ron 97 petrol price was increased up to RM2.70 at midnight. That's 76 cents of increase and still, has Malaysia at the lowest  petrol price in S.E.A. Makes me want to guffaw at the last election when some party promised to keep the petrol price at a low, lower than we had yesterday. I mean come on, we all know that the whole world is running low of petrol and with the increasing of the whole wide world's petrol price, there is no way the petrol price is going to stay at a minimum at all time. Talk about logic and common sense. When the demand is higher than the supply, of course the price will jack up. Unless people believe that petrol is one of the renewable energy sources which going to last forever. Wind, water, solar - now that's renewable energy sources. Even my year 5 pupils know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fuel price soars, there is no way the goods price are going to stay at the same price. Heck, even a full tank Kancil with more or less 20l tank capacity is going to cost &gt;&lt;&gt;20l of full tank - won't that make the price increase too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the public transportation at my place is that efficient. Heck, we don't even have a bus that comes and go at my residential area. Short of riding a bicycle daily to work - which usually takes me about 15 minutes car ride, think how long will it take for me to cycle to school, haha. I would end up too sweaty in my baju kurung and would make me get another round of shower at the school's restroom. But then again, when there's a will there's a way - and my will is not strong enough for that - yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4119192459891313731?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4119192459891313731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4119192459891313731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4119192459891313731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4119192459891313731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-price-soars.html' title='And the price soars!!!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1857488258384921157</id><published>2008-05-26T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:42:43.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day I was watching a TV programme - on which channel? I've forgotten but weirdly the commercials at that time was straight about babies - pregnant women, a family with houseful of kids and everything, babies here babies there (okay so maybe I was watching one of the learning channels). My lil bro was pointing it out that the whole commercial lines was so odd. I mean come on, the whole few minutes of commercials only on babies and pregnancies is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from my sister in law saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA BE AN AUNT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Diah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Diah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Diah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the name they call the third born kid? My siblings never had to use the name 'along', 'angah' and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... I still have months to think what name I should use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, alhamdulillah ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bluebuddies.com/gallery/Smurf_Baby_Nursery/jpg/Smurfs_Nursery_Smurf_Baby_Rattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bluebuddies.com/gallery/Smurf_Baby_Nursery/jpg/Smurfs_Nursery_Smurf_Baby_Rattle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s: I wonder where I can get that baby rattle and baby caps with pointy ears on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1857488258384921157?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1857488258384921157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1857488258384921157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1857488258384921157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1857488258384921157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5856407751650762439</id><published>2008-05-19T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:13.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Set Adrift On Memory Bliss</title><content type='html'>It's my brother's room turn for a spring cleaning. Since he took my desk away and place it in his room years ago, I got reunited with my old stuff, hurrah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are actually stuff that I know I have but I don't know where I put it.&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the stuff - dated mostly since my secondary school years - and yes I'm a sucker for mementos. In this case, most of them are correspondence letters from my friends throughout the years - though some of them are lost but hey, some of them are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcMo4F1XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RYNOesG7dX0/s1600-h/P1010562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcMo4F1XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RYNOesG7dX0/s320/P1010562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970048046323058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My name tag and my ex-pet-sis' name tag that she gave me on my last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEfXY4F1cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mMuO5HTNrZ0/s1600-h/P1010568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEfXY4F1cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mMuO5HTNrZ0/s320/P1010568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201973531264800194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The letter that I faxed to 98.7fm to claim my prize for letter of the day for 'Say It With Music' slot. The original letter was filled with cartoon I drew and my cousin actually recorded the part when they announced the letter of the day part - only that I don't know where the heck I put the cassette. The song I requested for was Missing you by Gladys Knight, Brandy, Chaka Khan and Tamiya. To whom I requested it for, I may have some idea but I'm very sure that my buddies Along, Sue and Eena were among those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcM44F1YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/blzr762KU5Q/s1600-h/P1010563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcM44F1YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/blzr762KU5Q/s320/P1010563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970052341290370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cassette collections, ranging from pop to rock - BSB, R.E.M, Def Leppard, Indecent Obsession, Boyzone, Garbage, Jim Brickman, Josh Groban, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcNI4F1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QKt8JlwRE4I/s1600-h/P1010565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcNI4F1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QKt8JlwRE4I/s320/P1010565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970056636257682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought their cassettes, but at that time I also really really have to have their special edition CD esp that first album. The cassette I had only have 1 bonus track while the special edition had 3. Boy, listening back to them brings the smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcNY4F1bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kXZGSirBXlE/s1600-h/P1010567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcNY4F1bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kXZGSirBXlE/s320/P1010567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970060931225010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the reign of Spice Girls in late 90s? I bought this with my friends and back in those day, I love it so much that I rarely use it. There's still half of it and to me, it is one of the best Impulse perfume spray scent ever. Wonder how much that will cost if I ever decided to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcNI4F1aI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OtPyW269nmA/s1600-h/P1010566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcNI4F1aI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OtPyW269nmA/s320/P1010566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970056636257698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You got the 'Chronicles of Narnia', I got the 'Chronicles of Nadiah' from 1994 to... hmmm last time I wrote in it was in 2005 I think... 2 of those are black because I kinda remembered Belinda Carlisle's song - Little Black Book. Despite the hiding places from my oh-so-baik brothers, they still managed to read it. But I doubt that they read the brown book, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, my memory lane. I still have to sort my photo album from the pictures I found, huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5856407751650762439?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5856407751650762439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5856407751650762439&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5856407751650762439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5856407751650762439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/set-adrift-on-memory-bliss.html' title='Set Adrift On Memory Bliss'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SDEcMo4F1XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RYNOesG7dX0/s72-c/P1010562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-960366099097896424</id><published>2008-05-11T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:28:46.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Years ago when I was 16, I made a call to my mak from the hostel, asking her to open my drawers, to take out a specific white covered cassette and play it. On that year's Mother's Day. Honestly I did not know what to get her that year. Surprisingly she still remembers the song to this very day - even if she forgotten who sang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, ni lagu yang Diah suruh dengar la".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what song, this was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xsA-7cL3yA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xsA-7cL3yA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO EVERY MOTHER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Selamat Pengantin Baru to Aidah and Azzireen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-960366099097896424?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/960366099097896424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=960366099097896424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/960366099097896424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/960366099097896424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6855626601858354947</id><published>2008-05-10T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:39:58.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Late 80s</title><content type='html'>Primary school began.&lt;br /&gt;Tagging my brother wherever he may go playing.&lt;br /&gt;Request for a younger sibling.&lt;br /&gt;The I-forgot-to-do-my-homework routine.&lt;br /&gt;Ramlah Ram wearing a white gown with huge red heart on it (or was it in the 90s?)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bolton with his huge hair and denims&lt;br /&gt;Never ending music influence by my sister - which brings me to today's post. Because of her I love listening to Belinda Carlisle's songs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQahvFdQVu8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQahvFdQVu8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite 'Heaven Is A Place On Earth'. Watching the clip back again... boy, the 'angkat-angkat- earth-ball' routine is sure something, hihihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6855626601858354947?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6855626601858354947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6855626601858354947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6855626601858354947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6855626601858354947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/late-80s.html' title='Late 80s'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-2235877098633891924</id><published>2008-05-09T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:43:33.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Kids Say The Darnedest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kids do say the darnedest things. They're sincere, straight up and most of the time - tactless. Some are flattering, some are funny and some are just downright  embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching year 1 pupils writing and as usual had to call up few pupils who need special attention while doing it or they might not even do their exercise. If they did, they might write with lots of errors and ended up being totally messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this kid, always up to mischief and needs round the clock supervision or he will run out of the class and play around the teachers' car. So this was what he asked me today:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: Cikgu, cikgu nak kereta apa? Nanti saya belikan untuk cikgu (Teacher, what car do you want? I'll buy it for you)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kenapa? (Why?)&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: Kereta cikgu buruk sangat la, kesian saya tengok (Your car's so ugly that I sympathize you)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-2235877098633891924?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2235877098633891924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=2235877098633891924&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2235877098633891924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2235877098633891924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-say-darnedest-thing.html' title='Kids Say The Darnedest Thing'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1730373536404955012</id><published>2008-05-06T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:32:42.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Vote! Vote!</title><content type='html'>On my bid to support my &lt;a href="http://lutherniel.deviantart.com/"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt; for his entry for the Kingston HyperX Girl contest, vote for his drawing &lt;a href="http://www.hyperxgirl.com/index_en_voting_a.php?pageID=6"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!!!! It closes on 20th May so cast your vote - You have to create a login username before voting btw. This is his version of Kingston HyperX Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs25/f/2008/125/1/7/Hyper_X_Girl_by_Lutherniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs25/f/2008/125/1/7/Hyper_X_Girl_by_Lutherniel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest is based on voting + judges decision, so, please vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1730373536404955012?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1730373536404955012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1730373536404955012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1730373536404955012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1730373536404955012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/vote-vote.html' title='Vote! Vote!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1608274167429785316</id><published>2008-05-03T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:41:26.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>I... got... the... urge!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was visiting my uncles and aunts in JB with my brother and I just can't fight the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of watching &lt;a href="http://ironmanmovie.marvel.com/"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/a&gt; the second time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZp2qpZtfbo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZp2qpZtfbo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man is just pulling me back for more rounds - which my cousin totally agree and she keeps on drooling on Robert Downey Jr while my brother decided to go and watch it again, alone on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the movies that I merited more than just 1 visit at the cinema were 10 things I hate about you, LOTR trilogies, Pirates of the Caribbean - the Curse of the Black Pearl and Iron Man just adds up the list. Unlike others, Transformers did not merit in mine because I still have hang ups on Bumblebee being a Chevrolet Camaro and not a VW Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, I might be going for a third round, ngiahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1608274167429785316?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1608274167429785316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1608274167429785316&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1608274167429785316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1608274167429785316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-urge.html' title='I... got... the... urge!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7694767698315006372</id><published>2008-05-01T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:53:59.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Orang Besi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/ironman_teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/ironman_teaser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its Labour Day today so as planned I accompanied my friend to JB to buy her new mobile phone - and also to watch Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't imagine how I felt when the line at TGV Tebrau City was outpoured to the shop area, past the Baskin Robbins stall. The wait was excruciating and it was no surprise that the shows from 12pm to 3.45pm were all sold out. So we both decided to hunt for the phone there, had our lunch and head out to another cinema house at Pelangi Leisure Mall that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;, always never filled up to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like every family in town decided to watch Iron Man there with their groups of kids so we managed to get separate good seats on different rows. If I thought that the kids were going to make lots of interrupting noise, I was wrong again. The kids behaved well and did not make any noise. It were the mothers who were busy being commentators without the urge of any of their kids *sighs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the movie - It definitely worth our trip from Tebrau City to Leisure Mall. We can expect changes from the original comic but overall, it is a good movie. Some humour and lots of actions. We were both in awe of Robert Downey Jr, hehehe. Totally enjoyed the part when Pepper (Gwyneth) threw -not literally- catty Ms 'Brown' out by saying that she also 'take and throw out trashes' for Stark if needed. Oooh, score that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next attraction - Indiana Jones!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7694767698315006372?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7694767698315006372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7694767698315006372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7694767698315006372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7694767698315006372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/orang-besi.html' title='Orang Besi'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8564856001140876073</id><published>2008-04-26T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:14.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Green yap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SBM3mEX_fnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QOQ7tnoHAg0/s1600-h/an-inconvenient-truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SBM3mEX_fnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QOQ7tnoHAg0/s400/an-inconvenient-truth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193555922437242482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earth Day was few days back on 23rd of April- whether you realize it or not and I urged my pupils to tune in Discovery and National Geographic channel for information and who knows the topic might pop up during Johor state level English Carnival which is the end of this month. HBO even aired 'An Inconvenient Truth' - the movie documentary on climate crisis by Al Gore and it was an eye opener. My younger brother who before this kept saying that the green house effect is just a myth people created was silenced. The earth is not getting any cooler at the rate of the carbon dioxide emission we are having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the part that saddens me was about the polar bear. Some of the polar bears were found dead. Drowned. Picture that. They are known for their ability to swim but due to the melting  ice they have to swim for miles to the next icy surface that they could land on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the snippets featured in the movie-documentary and Futurama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8oe-CSA4wQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8oe-CSA4wQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I read an article in NST about a man who refused to use the disposable wooden chopstick that the masses of stalls are using and opted to carry his portable chopstick whenever he's eating out. He was given the weird look by his friends but his action was justified. That was his move to save the environment. Of course, wood = tree, which made me feel bad to forget to bring my chopstick to Sushi King yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, an aunt was applauding me for refusing more plastic bag at a well known bakery. She refused it too. It made me feel bad because her reason and my reason were totally different. She was on her move to cut her plastic bag usage while I... was actually dining in at the bakery with my sister and sister in law. Well you know how things go there, the more bread you buy, the more plastic bags you get. Then again I found myself still using and accepting more plastic bags from grocery stores X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the advantages of teaching science is that I could at least tell them about the environment. They were laughing when I told them about CFC from air cond and refrigerator but was not doing so the day after - thanks to the Self Access Centre at school. They were googling it after the lesson. We learned about renewable and non-renewable energy and from what I heard some was even being scolded when they told their moms to cover the pans and wok while cooking. Well that is one of the way to save natural gas. Of course la some are too strait laced that they were asking their mothers not to even lift the lid to stir the food. Kids. I can't imagine what will happen if I teach them about solar cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pupil was asking me if I am an environmentalist.&lt;br /&gt;That certainly gave me a pause.&lt;br /&gt;I don't recycle - I don't even know where the recycling centre is, I have loads of plastic bags at home and most of the trash at home is burnt at my backyard. The cans and bottles are thrown at the huge container managed by SWM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; do to save the environment?&lt;br /&gt;What do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do to save the environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will go to our kids and grandchildren in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: It's my mom's birthday today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8564856001140876073?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8564856001140876073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8564856001140876073&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8564856001140876073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8564856001140876073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/green-yap.html' title='Green yap'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SBM3mEX_fnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QOQ7tnoHAg0/s72-c/an-inconvenient-truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7876064522627018746</id><published>2008-04-12T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:37:47.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>I Could Breathe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neti Pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a neti pot?&lt;br /&gt;Well for an explanation, go ahead &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neti_pot"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It is an ancient technique believed to relieve sinusitis and headache due to sinus. Of course la, I have sinus and nearly a month watching that particular episode which is last Tuesday, I went to buy a small pot. Well, its a set of creamer pot with 2 sugar containers that cost RM9. I'm doing &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/health/oz/oz_20070426_350_106.jhtml"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; every morning and the change that I see is that I finally could breathe with 2 unblocked nostrils in the morning - usually I ended up breathing using 1 and spending my time blowing my nose nearly every morning, not to mention the morning sneeze. My brother, A'an is doing it too and I have to say, breathing using 2 nostrils is a novelty before. I'm  loving my nostril pot, wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7876064522627018746?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7876064522627018746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7876064522627018746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7876064522627018746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7876064522627018746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-could-beathe.html' title='I Could Breathe!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5925373020438007852</id><published>2008-04-12T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:14.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Basikal Saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SAAYsgCLApI/AAAAAAAAAIE/K76AYy_ovC4/s1600-h/P1010548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SAAYsgCLApI/AAAAAAAAAIE/K76AYy_ovC4/s400/P1010548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188173923523166866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya ada sebuah basikal. Basikal saya berwarna merah. Pada asalnya saya mahu membeli basikal yang berwarna hitam kerana rupanya amat bergaya. Tetapi basikal hitam itu mempunyai... (dang, what's the word for feature?) ciri-ciri yang kurang daripada basikal merah yang dipamerkan di hadapan kedai itu. Selain itu kos penyelenggaraan basikal hitam itu lagi tinggi dari basikal merah tersebut. Jadi akhirnya saya membuat keputusan untuk membeli basikal merah. Tetapi, beberapa hari kemudian, Dr. Oz di dalam rancangan 'Oprah Winfrey Show' menyatakan  membawa basikal dengan tidak menggunakan tempat duduk yang khas boleh menjejaskan 'kesihatan' lelaki dan perempuan. Dang! Tak kisahlah. Sekali sekala tak salah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Jika ada tersilap tatabahasa dan penggunaan bahasa, harap maaf :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5925373020438007852?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5925373020438007852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5925373020438007852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5925373020438007852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5925373020438007852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/basikal-saya.html' title='Basikal Saya'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/SAAYsgCLApI/AAAAAAAAAIE/K76AYy_ovC4/s72-c/P1010548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1144185462159493541</id><published>2008-04-06T16:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:34:33.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Aging gracefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many people around you that you know looks way younger than their real age? Well I know one and he looks young because he got the young genetic. Well, okay, he's my older brother who since I was in secondary school friends kept thinking him as my younger brother :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WATCHING OPRAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I did think anyone is turning old when and if they enjoy watching Oprah just proven how ignorant could I be. I learnt lots of thing watching Oprah, other than reading of course. Today, Oprah galore on Hallmark. If Starworld kept having Heroes marathon - which I found kind of tiring due to the outcome of the second season, a dose of Dr. Oz on Oprah opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the show is about health, life, entertainment, information, books and many more. Do you know that you can do something for kids with autism? Or do you know that having a nose bidet using a neti pot could help you with sinus problems? Or doing a 'stamp test' could help in detecting E.D. problems? Or that swimming in the Amazon river could cause a type of fish swim into you and then grow in you and the only way to get it out is by surgery? I wouldn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well most of the show today were about ageing. How you live your life would reflect how well you may age. The main reason people does not age gracefully is because of stress (who doesn't have them?), too much sugar in the diet, no exercising, smoking, drinking and lack of sleep. Well those are the points that I managed to catch up on. No problem for me in the smoking and drinking sector since I don't do any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone wants to age gracefully and look younger than their calendar age. I know I want to be healthy when I am old so... I will try my best to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manage stress wisely - who says working with kids is easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep doing my exercise daily - The Swiss ball workout, weights, crunches (thanks to my fitness instructor cousin who kept on yapping me to do workout).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat healthily - Less red meat in my diet and less oil except olive oil, more vegetables and enough rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get enough sleep - which is mostly from 9pm to 5am (that's 8 hours)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Since March this year, I'm starting this routine and still doing it, but as my cousin said, it's not getting slender being the goal.  From researches that I read in the papers and online, being thin doesn't always mean being healthy and being fat doesn't always mean being unhealthy. The key here is being healthy and that's what I am trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Do you know that lifting weights could help you to prevent osteoporosis? More the reason for me to love my dumbbells, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1144185462159493541?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1144185462159493541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1144185462159493541&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1144185462159493541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1144185462159493541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/aging-gracefully.html' title='Aging gracefully'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3813821003950445156</id><published>2008-03-27T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:42:32.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Triple Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hah, ambik tu, bertubi-tubi post, since god knows when will be the next time I post another one, hahaha. Anyway, just currently stuck with my current earworm - a song by both my favourite singers - Yuna Ito and Celine Dion - Anata ga iru kagiri. Since it's next to impossible to go to Celine Dion's concert in KL this April, watching youtube would be enough, huhuhu. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPurpy0-l8I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPurpy0-l8I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3813821003950445156?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3813821003950445156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3813821003950445156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3813821003950445156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3813821003950445156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/triple-post.html' title='Triple Post'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5557965225849818484</id><published>2008-03-27T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:37:01.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1- Apa superpower idaman anda? Choose only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telekinesis/psychokinesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2- Siapa superhero/watak yang mempengaruhi pilihan itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Grey dalam X-men (although die ade power telekinesis &amp;amp; telepathy) Prue Halliwell dalam Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3- Kenapa superpower yang itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tengok macam cool aje power diorang. Senang nak ambil barang n manipulate form (and sometimes rasa nak lepuk aje mat rempit and driver-driver kereta yang cilok macam bagus kat tengah jalan tu, ngiahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4- Apakah kelemahan kamu? We're never b perfect right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetfulness, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5- Apakah nama superhero kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab Jean Grey guna nama sendiri (nama Marvel Girl takle popular sangat), guna nama sendiri ah. Time die kena rasuk aje baru jadi Phoenix. So kalau kena rasuk... versi Melayu, jadi 'Garuda' (mythical creature la tu kan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6- Motto superhero kamu pula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang baik selalu menang, walaupun orang jahat power macam mana pun&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-berkat dari tengok Ultraman zaman dulu. Time dah nak kalah tetibe datang pulak adik beradik otromen nak nolong, hihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;survey SUPERHERO ni akan ditag kpd :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CurX- &lt;/span&gt;sebab kejap jadi betmen, kejap jadi zombie&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sue Mail -&lt;/span&gt; sebab baru sambung master (tak releven pun padahal, hahaha)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Za - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alasan untuk update blog die, hahaha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5557965225849818484?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5557965225849818484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5557965225849818484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5557965225849818484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5557965225849818484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-superhero.html' title='Tag superhero'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7070198174734949206</id><published>2008-03-27T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:14.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Manic Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It had been a very hectic time since school started nearly 2 weeks ago and honestly this is the first time I could ever manage to sit still and not falling back to sleep like I did the past days. And of course the first time I went on reading blogs since the time I updated mine. Along with other English teachers at school, we were busy preparing our pupils for the Zone level English Carnival. On Friday, we had 'solat hajat' event from 6.30pm to 11.00 pm, and on Saturday I was given opportunity to become a judge for the Storytelling competition level 1 for Bandar Zone. Sunday, again, trained my pupil who represents the school for the storytelling competition level 2 in the Pekan Nenas Zone English Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her, the pupil that I trained for months with the aid of her mother who also happened to be a teacher in my school and other English teachers. And this was taken before the competition in the teacher's common room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R-uVT1UfCOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jzdhRp9G0iw/s1600-h/P1010538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R-uVT1UfCOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jzdhRp9G0iw/s400/P1010538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182399964182939874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many thanks also to my mom who helped me sewing the kain sampin and show me how to make the tengkolok. We got number 1 for Public Speaking Level 2 and Storytelling Level 2. I found myself enjoying the task of sewing the beads at the sleeve  and pocket, making a fake beard and bedazzling a plain sandal to this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R-uWdlUfCPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yOFQG_m3-Sg/s1600-h/P1010540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R-uWdlUfCPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yOFQG_m3-Sg/s400/P1010540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401231198292210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, yeah so I have to stick some more of that stuff before the district level competition this Saturday. Hope we can make it this district level since there's another round for the competition that calls for an impromptu storytelling. For an English non-speaker at home, that is going to be tough. Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7070198174734949206?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7070198174734949206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7070198174734949206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7070198174734949206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7070198174734949206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/manic-week.html' title='Manic Week'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R-uVT1UfCOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jzdhRp9G0iw/s72-c/P1010538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-46628631243689092</id><published>2008-03-16T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:33:10.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Ta Ta Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was like the whole one week went through in a blink of an eye and tomorrow, school will start. Out of 10 days, 2 days was spent for year five night tuition which I changed to daytime, 2 days to train the 'girl-who-socked-the-boy-in-the-eye' for next week's storytelling competition (hope that she will win), 2 days for sewing the clothes for her (and it's still unfinished *gulp*), 1 day spent with my siblings and sister in law in JB, 1 day for Yus', my friend from school wedding along with lots of catching up with one of my best buddies Eena, 1 day visiting my friend, Ujai for her second child birth in Kulai with Yan and Qis and 1 day for doing the 1000 pieces jigsaw puzzle that I bought in a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really filled up my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I managed to glue myself in front of the TV watching Oprah and on my colleague's recommendation I started watching 'Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader'. It was fun, since the game format was testing if the adult could answer questions from 1st grade to fifth grade subject and seemed like all the contestants used up all their cheats in the early round. Of course, the American syllabus is way up front than Malaysian and I couldn't help but sit back and say that I only learnt some of those lessons in secondary school when they already did in elementary school. And the question on the Dewey System? Heck I only learnt them in Resource Management class in the institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here was the episode aired for this week in Star World. I can't help but grin when the guy kept on saying 'the' when clearly 'pledge of allegiance' did not have 'the' in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgLzEqhtXuE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgLzEqhtXuE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... if Malaysia have this version here, I'm sure the contestants would have a jolly time answering questions for 'kajian tempatan' and 'kemahiran hidup' since we only have those in the syllabus very recently, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-46628631243689092?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/46628631243689092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=46628631243689092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/46628631243689092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/46628631243689092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/ta-ta-holiday.html' title='Ta Ta Holiday'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-2685793865951095813</id><published>2008-02-29T05:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:15:23.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Socked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The watcher strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;This time, it happened in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching in the lab and was checking on the kid's note-writing progress at the back. Suddenly a prefect tapped me and said someone had been punched. Of course la, I pivoted back up front the science lab and there I saw a boy, also a prefect crying silently, covering his right eye with his left  hand and writing his notes with his right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, who did the punching?&lt;br /&gt;He was just silent and kept writing and more tears fell.&lt;br /&gt;Some good friends on his lab table said a name and I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the name of a girl, also a prefect but a head shorter than he is. I looked at the other table next to his and saw the girl shooting daggers at him. The girl was also tight lipped. She did not answer why she punched him but of course la, her friends was saying that the boy was jeering at her. Still water runs deep, wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so comical that I was trying so hard at not laughing while reprimanding those two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-2685793865951095813?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2685793865951095813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=2685793865951095813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2685793865951095813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2685793865951095813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/socked.html' title='Socked!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-1750167268548376879</id><published>2008-02-22T05:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:24:28.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arashi'/><title type='text'>Yeehaa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally I finished downloading last week's music station. Both of my favourite bands were on it&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi and Backstreet Boys!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*excited uchiwa movement*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, my fangirl metre is running amok.&lt;br /&gt;too bad, I only found Arashi's part on that MS episode. The only BSB clip on show on youtube was from their perf in Music Fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-4FZEm2rK0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-4FZEm2rK0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Runs back and plays the MS again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-1750167268548376879?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1750167268548376879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=1750167268548376879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1750167268548376879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/1750167268548376879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeehaa.html' title='Yeehaa!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4334440429580649133</id><published>2008-02-20T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:47:50.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag! again, huhuhu</title><content type='html'>Comment: tak boleh tak ada tag yang panjang ke nih? uwahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name one person who made you laugh last night?&lt;br /&gt;A'an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 0800?&lt;br /&gt;Teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;updating blog -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;had an early life crisis, wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;tepung jagung (a'an was asking how to cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many beverages did you have today?&lt;br /&gt;didn't count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;Photostate bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;light orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;here and there in my bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;hot and clousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's the best ice-cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;cookies and cream!!! yummyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What excites you?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;not yet. ask me again in 4 months, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;dang, I always like being 25, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not in deep concentration, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you watch the O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;Did. and he's a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;ask my sayang, hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;azreena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'K'.&lt;br /&gt;khuwailid (friend and everything ;$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who's the first person on your received call list?&lt;br /&gt;aza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What does the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;its from my sayang and no way i would put it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you chew on your straw?&lt;br /&gt;what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where's the next place you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;school. i got night class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who's the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;obviously not in my life anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Will you get married in the future?&lt;br /&gt;in a few months time. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What's the best movie you've seen in the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;flyboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;duh :p hahahaha. love most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;because my sayang tagged me for retribution :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;my bro, and the four, so lazylaa to pick who&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4334440429580649133?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4334440429580649133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4334440429580649133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4334440429580649133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4334440429580649133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-again-huhuhu.html' title='Tag! again, huhuhu'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6099367132731755485</id><published>2008-02-20T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:28:16.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The school watcher strikes again. This time, its not the weird things that the pupils did. It was heart warming. To me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common for pupils to have siblings in the school whether they are younger or older. Not forgetting those who have cousins too. For the first week, usually parents for year 1 pupils would wait outside the classroom and eventually when their children were able to adapt with school life, the parents crowd would dissipate. It is different for those with brothers and sisters ahead of them though. Mostly, sisters would wait for their younger siblings during recess. Brothers would only wait for their kid sister and brother when the last bell rings. Maybe having younger siblings tagging along during recess would cramp their style, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That certainly brought me to this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a pair of twin boys in year six. I have to say that they are among the popular crowd since both of them are in the leading year 6 class, one of them is a prefect and both of them are the school champion in shot put and javelin. They're both in the different sport houses of course and they have their own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me aware of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They happened to be the only boys who would wait for their sister in year one for recess and I often saw them bringing their sister behind the school building to share food. I teach their sister's class and I never fail to notice them outside the classroom as the recess bell rang. Of course they escorted their sister alternately. When the prefect was on his canteen duty his brother would take her. One day as I was about to go home on a Friday, I saw them cycling. At that time the prefect was carrying their sister on his bike and the his brother was cycling in front. Their sister sat on the carrier wrongly. What made me pause was, the prefect stopped at the roadside and lifted his sister behind to properly positioned her on the carrier comfortably. The other twin noticed his brother's act and waited patiently in front. When that was done, they cycled home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that just sweet?&lt;br /&gt;And they're still the coolest kids in year 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6099367132731755485?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6099367132731755485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6099367132731755485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6099367132731755485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6099367132731755485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-807631555708966699</id><published>2008-02-16T05:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:15:02.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Tag lagi</title><content type='html'>With the questions are as long as this one... uwahhhhhh, so lazyyyyy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This linky love trail rules:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you got tagged, you have to add your name to people who had done the tag and and let the list grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those Who Dunnit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limadang.com&lt;br /&gt;RamblingMoo.com&lt;br /&gt;blogginginmypyjamas&lt;br /&gt;StylewithPassion&lt;br /&gt;Chinneeq&lt;br /&gt;Dora-zooropazoo&lt;br /&gt;Babyshern&lt;br /&gt;Farah (me)&lt;br /&gt;Bani gundu&lt;br /&gt;Frankensteina&lt;br /&gt;Diyanazman&lt;br /&gt;Najmy&lt;br /&gt;hana ni mo nai&lt;br /&gt;LindoshSlebet&lt;br /&gt;cepoter&lt;br /&gt;hUmmY&lt;br /&gt;dayana&lt;br /&gt;ELLE LIZA&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Nabil&lt;br /&gt;Diah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Name - Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;Nickname - Diah, Nad, Ned and I won't tell you what my sister calls me&lt;br /&gt;Name you wish you had - Err... never thought of that but when I was in school I wish I was a Fantaghiro, bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;What do people normally mistake your name as - well, not all but one guessed me as 'Saadiah' *cringe* and nearly all thought my name's Nadia without the 'h'&lt;br /&gt;Birthday - 12 September&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace - Pontian&lt;br /&gt;Time of Birth - 4.45 a.m on the dot&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken - Taken la&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign - Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you - 157cm&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were taller - nope&lt;br /&gt;Eye color - Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye color you want - Acheron's eye (yang baca dark-hunter series aje tau)&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair color - Black&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair color - Black&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair - long&lt;br /&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color - purple but doesn't stick&lt;br /&gt;Curly,Straight,Wavy - curly + wavy&lt;br /&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair - none but once I had the afro hair in primary school - totally hate it&lt;br /&gt;Glasses or contacts - none&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear make-up - yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever had hair extensions - nope&lt;br /&gt;Paint your nails - just when I'm having fun at my uncle's house with my cousin - but clean it after putting it on. Typical girl's slumber party, wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the opposite gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color eyes - anything goes&lt;br /&gt;What color hair - anything goes&lt;br /&gt;Shy or Outgoing - both&lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality - personality&lt;br /&gt;Sexy or Cute - both&lt;br /&gt;Serious or Fun - both&lt;br /&gt;Older or Younger than you - never an issue&lt;br /&gt;A turn on - can't be revealed ^_~&lt;br /&gt;A turn off - bad b.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This or that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or Chocolate - both&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke - coke&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Rock - rock&lt;br /&gt;Relationship or One night stand - Relationship&lt;br /&gt;School or Work - well, my job is at school so both&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money - practicality + emotion (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Movies or Music - music&lt;br /&gt;Country or City - Country&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or Rainy days - Rainy&lt;br /&gt;Friends or Family - both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied - yes&lt;br /&gt;Stole something - yes, ngehehe&lt;br /&gt;Smoked - rokok daun consider tak? but that was ages ago&lt;br /&gt;Hurt someone close to you - hehe, unintentionally laaa&lt;br /&gt;Broke someones heart - yes&lt;br /&gt;Had you heart broken - yes&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what was wrong with you - nope&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess - with no privacy? Heck no!&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone who was taken - nope&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head - I'm no Britney Spears, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Been in love - Still am&lt;br /&gt;Used chopsticks - Duh&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself - hehehe, no but in the car, definitely yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower - Cuphea ignea and rose&lt;br /&gt;Candy - Fox's&lt;br /&gt;Song - so many but I dig in for songs from 80s and 90s&lt;br /&gt;Scent - Avon's Celebre&lt;br /&gt;Color - black and red&lt;br /&gt;Movie - Last tengok: National Treasure 2&lt;br /&gt;Singer - So many but Josh Groban tops my list&lt;br /&gt;Word - dang I have so much&lt;br /&gt;Junk food - cheezels&lt;br /&gt;Website - this site&lt;br /&gt;Lotion - Banana Boat's Faces&lt;br /&gt;Animal - cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over someone - yes&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself - hehehe, loaded question&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive - hmmmm, dunno&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose -  (edit) The Cave of the Golden Rose consider fairy tale tak?&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports - err... does catching misbehaved kids who ran counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rules:-&lt;br /&gt;Link to your tagger and post these rules.- List (8) random facts about yourself and tag (8) people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be kidding me *groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't go out with an un-ironed head scarf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like to do spontaneous things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes a notorious procrastinator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bookworm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go nuts without any storybook nearby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to scan for pupil's behaviour in the crowd - anything that is amusing and heart warming. You can never guess what they will do and will not do, hehehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would go to a distance for something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uwahh... dunno what else... err... likes sushi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 people I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Curx&lt;br /&gt;2. Sue&lt;br /&gt;3. Intan&lt;br /&gt;4. Nizar&lt;br /&gt;5. Areng&lt;br /&gt;6. Elly&lt;br /&gt;7. Za&lt;br /&gt;8. Ridzuan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-807631555708966699?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/807631555708966699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=807631555708966699&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/807631555708966699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/807631555708966699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-lagi.html' title='Tag lagi'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-9134940547640197341</id><published>2008-02-13T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:45:09.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does it make you an ancient if all that you want to hear are songs from the 80s and 90s?&lt;br /&gt;*Cringe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that I play over and over again on my player is Meat Loaf's I'd lie for you (and that's the truth). Well, one reason I love that song was that the music video was kinda like Indiana Jones-ish. Well of course, doesn't make you think far when the 'mask' was shown over and over again. Then the 7 minutes long music video. Of course If you're familiar with Celine Dion's music video 'It's all coming back to me now', its more or less like that since the song was originally intended for Meat Loaf. Well he did the song in 2006 as a duet with Marion Raven. I dug on to this song with my best buddy Eena back in school. Well other than the fact that I like the contradiction of the title. And then the song 'I would do anything for love (but I won't do that)'. Such a contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbdpXx-PHuM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbdpXx-PHuM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-9134940547640197341?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9134940547640197341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=9134940547640197341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9134940547640197341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9134940547640197341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6563339431527137853</id><published>2008-02-13T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:20:54.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swore that I was completely blank and absent-minded when I drove back home. Well make that today. In the morning I nearly gone to school with my headscarf inside out. Luckily a look in the mirror as I went out saved me from the embarrassing predicament. Definitely have to blame it on the text for the storytelling competition that I spent the whole night writing and editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called out the wrong name in the class when a kid started to act up. Instead of bellowing his name which was Aziz, I bellowed for another pupil's name which was Akashah who was stunned as he was busy doing his work. Well, he was sitting balancing on the back half of his chair and way too focused I might say and it came as no surprise that my voice made him lost his footing and fell from his chair. Erk, poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I got home, my phone was ringing. Had 3 missed call from a colleague. When she finally caught me on phone the question was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oy! class!"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?What class?"&lt;br /&gt;"Buddy support* class laaaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;"Uwahhhh seriously forgot!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you're usually go back at 3 what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't even know why I'm home early today other than the fact that I really have to get back to my laptop and continue my story to submit for the competition. I seriously don't want to think any possibility for any error for tonight's night class, huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy support class: Class designated for teachers who teaches science and mathematics by English teachers as one of the ways to improve teachers' command in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6563339431527137853?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6563339431527137853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6563339431527137853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6563339431527137853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6563339431527137853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/o0.html' title='o.0'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3109352470992099204</id><published>2008-02-11T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:43:13.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Drabble drabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lunar new year had just passed and for us, school starts today. The road this morning was completely free flowing and since my daily route included 5 other schools, that was really something. For the 5 days holiday, managed to make my way to Serdang. There's the fact that my siblings are there and there's also the fact that my sayang is there so of course, that would be my main destination. My future-sister-in-laws's wedding was during the school sport's day and last weekend was the reception at the groom's place so yeah, it was one of the reasons too. Then the much long due visit to my uncle's house at the village in Sijangkang was also one of the top agenda. So little time so much place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the much expected addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so know it that once I get my hands playing Phoenix Wright on my brother's DS that I would be hooked. I am and too bad my laptop can't save the game *WARGHH!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school and my schedule is getting busier since the schedule was changed according to new teacher's major and minor subject in the institute. And I wonder what possessed me to volunteer for the story writing contest for teacher's entry this morning. It's due next week, aiyoyoooo. And I haven't even checked my pupil for the zone level story telling contest. And then there's the sports meeting this Wednesday, afternoon class, night class *faint*. And I haven't even start the stock for the resource centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that teaching job is the easiest is definitely a bystander who have no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love it and it's worth it ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3109352470992099204?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3109352470992099204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3109352470992099204&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3109352470992099204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3109352470992099204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/drabble-drabble.html' title='Drabble drabble'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8392612630766655089</id><published>2008-02-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:15.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>*Tuneless whistle*</title><content type='html'>Yeah, been so long since I've written and too many things happened in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was Heath Ledger's demise, a demise of an unfortunate  monkey who managed to get to the Parit Selangor's power generator, got electrocuted and managed to keep my home area without electricity from 4.30pm to 1am. That was just fine and dandy *snickers*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this early February when our school held the yearly sports day since the zone level tournament was due at the end of the month or early march. This is the first time ever, and I mean EVER that I was placed in green house. Before this in primary and secondary school I was in yellow house. Of course, during primary school yellow house was the weakest but good thing that in secondary school yellow house was one of the leaders. So anyway as for the school's green house, they always say that green house is the closest to the grass. Meaning - always the last and the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, since the new school building is constructed, the field is off limits so we have to make do with whatever we have. The green house held their training - by borrowing another school's field and we do get some 'good-natured' ribbing for our enthusiasm since we're the only team who did. The rest did theirs around and outside the school compound, along the road and wherever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought 3 pupils back home since we held the event at a secondary school nearby home, and it was way much convenient than having to go back and forth to school and fetch those kids. With the electricity off and my eyelids nearly shut, I was running out of ideas to keep the girls entertained. I asked them multiplication questions throughout the hours and finally I caved in as I was waiting for their answers. My mom was thoroughly delighted with the girls' presence and *gasp* told me that she would so like to have them back home &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the next day. Green house went off for a good start. We got the first gold. Had to take the picture while we were still leading, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A555iR5dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pCjTycaSymI/s1600-h/P1010516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A555iR5dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pCjTycaSymI/s400/P1010516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165692439453885906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then our star long jumper was injured -_-* who also happened to be one of our relay runners. My hope went downhill from that point during the relay when we were the slowest for the 1st runner but perked up again as our 3rd and 4th runner managed to catch up with everyone. We won!!! For the relay la. I promised the girls for a treat at Skudai's McD if they got the first place. 2 did and 1 didn't. Treat time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A8kZiR5eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/89THtSgRpkU/s1600-h/P1010517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A8kZiR5eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/89THtSgRpkU/s400/P1010517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165695368621581794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A87piR5fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xZ9HhW5Npzc/s1600-h/P1010518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A87piR5fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xZ9HhW5Npzc/s400/P1010518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165695768053540338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A9aZiR5gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/P4303g7OMBY/s1600-h/P1010530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A9aZiR5gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/P4303g7OMBY/s400/P1010530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165696296334517762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all it's worth, we managed to climb a step to the 3rd placing which was great. There's always a next time ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A90piR5hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iO-n1mOsmBA/s1600-h/P1010531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A90piR5hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iO-n1mOsmBA/s400/P1010531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165696747306083858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8392612630766655089?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8392612630766655089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8392612630766655089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8392612630766655089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8392612630766655089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuneless-whistle.html' title='*Tuneless whistle*'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/R7A555iR5dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pCjTycaSymI/s72-c/P1010516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3353413123565582029</id><published>2008-01-04T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:42:43.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Amusing Division</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This happened during today's recess time when I was having a meal at the school canteen with other fellow teachers. We saw an incident that involved 2 pupils regarding dividing their share of fruit. So this was the situation:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pupil A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was holding 2 pieces of honeydew melon that was cut in half at the middle to his friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pupil B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Piece 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was slightly longer than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;piece 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what do you think happened afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupil A&lt;/span&gt; took the longer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 1&lt;/span&gt; and gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 2&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupil B&lt;/span&gt; - you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of deliberation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupil A&lt;/span&gt; held out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 1&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupil B&lt;/span&gt;, not to give it to his friend, mind you, but apparently he asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupil B&lt;/span&gt; to take a bite out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pupil A&lt;/span&gt; deliberated again and compared the length of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 1&lt;/span&gt; melon and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 2&lt;/span&gt; melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously after the bite off from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupil B&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 1&lt;/span&gt; became shorter. Now the amusing part - he gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 1&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupil B&lt;/span&gt; which was shorter then and took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece 2&lt;/span&gt; that at that moment was longer, looking way too smug thinking that he got the better deal of the 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teachers and I, who were watching the incident was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; Learn your maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going back to the television and continue watching Braveheart ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3353413123565582029?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3353413123565582029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3353413123565582029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3353413123565582029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3353413123565582029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/amusing-division.html' title='Amusing Division'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5867797612963109349</id><published>2008-01-03T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:03:51.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Contact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today's the first day that I interact with my pupils. I have to say that I kept on going up and down the stairs to my classroom which are situated quite far from each other. Being assigned to the second class of the year, it sure brings out the challenge in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my usual proficiency test for year 4 pupils that my friends and I made during our session in School Based Experience session and it comes as no surprise when all of the pupils did not manage to answer it correctly. The good thing for that test, seems to me that the pupils have problems in their handwriting and spelling. Good, at least I get to identify some of that. Even though their vocabulary are limited, they understand simple instructions better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For year 2, I have to say that it is going to be tough, but it's okay. As long as they are able to identify the numbers in numeral and word form, it's fine. Though I managed to stumble upon the word two-ty and ten-ty (which in their opinion stood for one hundred). Need to do lots of drilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ever sweet year 1. I bet you remember our primary school time when we were taught to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Please teacher, may I go out?"&lt;/span&gt; before going to the loo, hehe. Well that was what I taught them today, other than the proper greetings for teachers and alphabets. Sure brought out the smile out of the passer-by outside the class. But one thing that I feared most for the year 1 pupils that they kept on leaking like a faucet. I mean in an hour there were more than a handful of pupils who had to go to the loo with a strangled face trying to remember the request in English. I'm sure that none of the teachers would want to have a leaking tank or a trail of... junk during their class *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5867797612963109349?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5867797612963109349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5867797612963109349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5867797612963109349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5867797612963109349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-contact.html' title='First Contact'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7135692178039147218</id><published>2008-01-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:15:49.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pontian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Report to the base A.S.A.P!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's my first day reporting at the school. So far, so good. The size of the school is more or less like my school during internship, only that the area is way congested. The area is limited and currently the school lost its field to make way for the construction of a new school building. From what I have learned, there are not much outdoor physical education activity for the pupils and the parking lot is always full that they have to double park the cars to accommodate the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was school registration and fee collecting day. They prepared food for the teachers and staff today and I was quite surprised when suddenly someone was looking at me weird and asked:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Adik Kak Nadiah ke ni?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guffawed with laughter since I don't even have a kid sister, my name is definitely that and the question was so out of the blue that I choked on the cendol that I was consuming. The person who asked that was my junior from my secondary school days, much to my delight and we caught up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my schedule, took the respective textbooks and I was off back home by noon. Later in the evening, went out with my childhood buddy, Yan to the local mamak restaurant and filling in each other with details on our new schools - hers being our past rival primary school. Her sister happened to get a very remote school with only 9 teachers and the co-op happened to situated in the cupboard at the common room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back home with familiar faces and surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went back listening to Leona Lewis's song and due to my curiousity went on &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vbuvLJnAysM"&gt;youtubing&lt;/a&gt; and I was blasted away by the sight of the judges of UK's X-factor and the audience kept on giving her a standing ovation after the performance and the cheer went on for so long after each and every performances. I mean, hey, how many times did you see Simon Cowell  and all the judges kept on ovationing in the American Idols? Surely not as much as he did for Leona. The girl got talent and as the judges said which I totally agreed - she 'Leona-fied' all the songs that she sang, making it her own. And dang they didn't air X-Factor here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I'm totally hooked up with X-Factor winners, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7135692178039147218?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7135692178039147218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7135692178039147218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7135692178039147218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7135692178039147218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/report-to-base-asap.html' title='Report to the base A.S.A.P!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6262841543283352527</id><published>2007-12-31T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:18:59.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Ode to 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the eve of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to the past and welcome the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that 2007 brought a lot of experience to me. My change of profession to being a teacher for a subject that I am always fond of since my younger years. A passion? Maybe. An interest? Definitely, even though sometimes I still make grammatical errors. Back to being a student and who would have guessed that my time in Besut went by so swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year when new friends were made which led me to my fiance, new opponent were identified, new experience were obtained. Even though I did say once that the 3 months internship dragged on like forever, when it ended, it was almost unreal that I survived. New challenges were found in the form of pupils, smart, cute and most of the time mischievous. I get to understand the true meaning of the phrase "Don't judge a book by it's cover".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year I managed not to watch TV that much, and depend on the not so good wireless reception at the hostel. The year I learnt that no matter where we go there are always some people who tend to be envious, devious of other people no matter how minuscule the item or subject of their envy. The mirror has 2 faces and it comes as no surprise when people have tons of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a bed of roses. Whatever that I have gone through for this year makes me the person I am. No regrets and wallowing into it would only make me a lesser person. Adapt and improve on whatever we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/images/4.gif" alt="ZWANI.com - The place for myspace comments, glitters, graphics, backgrounds and codes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6262841543283352527?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6262841543283352527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6262841543283352527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6262841543283352527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6262841543283352527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/ode-to-2007.html' title='Ode to 2007'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5153012170212126494</id><published>2007-12-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:48:39.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Soundtracks of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Surprise surprise, 2 posts in a night. So what? I'm fresh with ideas so while I'm in the mood and have the time to write, here I am with the second post. We grew up listening to songs and I bet there are songs that remind you a lot of those years - growing up, teenage, adult. I knew I grew up surrounded with songs. My mom loves songs from the 60s, my dad loves arabic songs, my late grandma loved songs during P. Ramlee era and those classic Hindi songs from the movie Sanggam being her favourite. Well here's the list of the songs that reminded me strongly of those stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 years old and lower - 10 Little Indians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me a nursery rhyme cassette and I bet I drove my brother and sister crazy when I kept playing '10 Little Indians' over and over again. Those days nursery rhymes rules, though I have this bits and pieces of memory of someone kept playing Noor Kumalasari &amp;amp; Sudirman's song repeatedly, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Line:&lt;/span&gt; 1 little, 2 little, 3 little Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 to 12 years old - Roxette's Fading Like Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time when my elder siblings preference for music tend to influence a bit on what I like. My sister with her New Kids On The Block and my bro's preference on local pop, Guns n Roses and Scorpions. That was the time when I came across Roxette and Joyride being the first album I ever bought marked my younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Line&lt;/span&gt;: In a time, When the suns descends alone, I ran a long long way from home...&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I did ran away one time, not from home but from kelas mengaji on foot because I want to catch Moero Attack on TV &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; sure drove my mom nuts at that time, hehehe, sorry mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 to 15 years old - Backstreet Boy's  We've Got It Goin' On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those years, boy band rules and BSB was famous. Of course I had to smuggle my walkman to school and reserve my nights listening to their album even as PMR was closing in. Believe it or not, the poor people of FORM records was my constant victims for the guy's info. Lights off and 11.15 pm meant my time with my walkman started, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Line&lt;/span&gt;: Jam on coz Backstreet's got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 to 17 years old - Goo Goo Doll's Iri&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;Changes at school when it became a co-ed school. Okay make that my old all-girls school was cease to exist and the new school brought a lot of differences. The difference? Why, boys of course. I knew I had some squabbles with some of the boys in my class because of Green Day and BSB. Iris' chorus meant a lot for me at that time. Okay I rephrase that. For someone at that time la. Not forgetting that Nicholas Cage was absolutely superb in the City of Angels ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Line: &lt;/span&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 to 19 years old - Jann Arden's Insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived at the hostel that time and during Valentine's Day for that year the TV aired 'Untamed Hearts' that starred Christian Slater which led me to 'Bed of Roses'. The song was the movie's soundtrack and it stroke a chord at that time to the thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Line: &lt;/span&gt; I fell too fast, I feel too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 to 24 years old - Daniel Bedingfield's If You're Not The One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that that was my experimental years with relationships - online, blind dates, not so quite dates and all that. Experience taught me not to trust that much with online relationships but I managed to be hooked with a couple of it which turned out disastrous. But I managed to come across really good friends from other continent and met up face to face with them - Kak Nana, Abang Steve, granny Musica, Lee, Kikki - you guys are rare. Enough said but this song managed to make me cry in the middle of Midvalley Megamall - not anymore though. The song is way too beautiful for me to bawl over anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Line: &lt;/span&gt;I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 to 26 years old - Arashi's Kansha Kangeki Ame Arashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workaholic years - I worked late and through the weekend. This is where the term overworked and underpaid comes into the picture. Even with only 10 days annual leave, I managed to have extra 3 days for both years. Surprising isn't it? Well anyway Arashi's song kept me sane with their upbeat tempo and positive lyric. It was no surprise when rumour spread that some girls didn't commit suicide because of this song. It meant - thanks and gratitude to rain and storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Line: &lt;/span&gt;生まれてきた僕たちは たぶんピンチに強い                          &lt;br /&gt;Romaji: umaretekita bokutachi wa tabun pinchi ni tsuyoi&lt;br /&gt;Translation: We were born, maybe the trials in life will make us stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Song - Nickelback's Far Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to admit my sayang gave me a lot of songs but I have to say this one is my favourite, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting soon. Let me laze away................. while I can -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5153012170212126494?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5153012170212126494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5153012170212126494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5153012170212126494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5153012170212126494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/soundtracks-of-my-life.html' title='Soundtracks of My Life'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3531104222909862594</id><published>2007-12-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:57:43.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>You leave me.... Breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got posted to my hometown. To be precise, at my mom's old school in the 50s and 60s. With a school that lasted so long, of course there must be a tradition or rules to adhere to, wise and experienced teachers to work with and not forgetting the ever mischief/cute/smart kids who are the main occupant of the school to work 'on'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, lots of new teachers are posted to this state, whether they applied it or not. Some of my friends are still recovering from the shock of the school that they are posted to, some are excited - of course, not all of us gets what we asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday is nearing to it's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that my goal during the holiday was to see how many books that I managed to read daily. Of course, its not those 1000 pages e-books, just the short 350+ pages ones. So far 4 were my highest count but heck, the not so good thing about that was I tend to mix the plot and the characters altogether. What the heck, no one will start marking me based on what I read. But yet again... I still haven't read Dean Koontz's Brother Odd that Dayah gave me for my last birthday, even if that was the book that I had been pestering her since January '07. Save the best for last, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say that my most-heard-to songs during the hols was Shayne Ward's If That's Okay With You, Timbaland's Apologize and *drumroll* Backstreet Boys past singles, hahahaha. Yeah, even though I did say previously that their break up songs were kind of spineless (depend on what kind of break up that you gone through that is) but those are good for groveling, muahahaha. Heck, I had gone through my teenage years listening to those songs, it's in me - just like old Feminin's songs for my &lt;a href="http://eyesofnabil.blogspot.com/"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt; *devilish grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving the page with Breathless. The song never cease to raise my temperature - just like Daniel Bedingfield's If You're Not The One. The lyrics are just so... *shivers*. This one is for you sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUCGwiuV1x8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUCGwiuV1x8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3531104222909862594?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3531104222909862594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3531104222909862594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3531104222909862594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3531104222909862594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-leave-me-breathless.html' title='You leave me.... Breathless'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7715715993233483513</id><published>2007-12-17T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:21:26.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Nande?! WHY?! Kenapa?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I have to admit I am speechless after the announcement of the Asian Idol. But since it was voted by SMS and the double country voting surely made a huge difference, I have to leave it as it is. Talent wise and vocal wise, Mike Mohede of Indonesia, our very own Jac Victor and Philippines' Mau Marcelo are in my top list. So anyway, these are the performance by Mike and Jac though I was quite disappointed with Mau's choice of song since it did not highlight her vocal talent that much, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac's performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Vp3m2_ZwBs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Vp3m2_ZwBs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d514SlSmP1c&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d514SlSmP1c&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7715715993233483513?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7715715993233483513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7715715993233483513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7715715993233483513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7715715993233483513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/nande-why-kenapa.html' title='Nande?! WHY?! Kenapa?!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-2090114372486651058</id><published>2007-12-16T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:22:30.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder if people here still remember Juliet The Orange, local duo made up of girls from KL who, in my opinion managed to make me stuck playing their cassette on my then walkman until the cassette was spoilt. I remember making my bestfriend buy the album and made him hooked. I've been searching up and low for the mp3 and voila! thanks to &lt;a href="http://jiwang.org/"&gt;jiwang&lt;/a&gt; I managed to download it, hurrah!! As for the video, no luck. There was one in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; but it wasn't the official MV. No Pin Lean and Mei May. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my favourite song - Eyelash. First time I heard the lyric, I was kind of blurred by the meaning of it. I mean, what was with the shoes, phone and the choc mousse? Well, eventually I understood and I like what I deciphered. Here's the lyric. Knock yourself out understanding it, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juliet the Orange - Eyelash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Reality, infinity&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces here&lt;br /&gt;Athletic shoes, Chocolate mousse&lt;br /&gt;Cellular phone in his room&lt;br /&gt;You will see one day, I’m here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning streaks, teary bliss&lt;br /&gt;Slicking on the grease&lt;br /&gt;With company you will see&lt;br /&gt;What this all is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You will see one day, I’m here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( chorus )&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, snip your lashes&lt;br /&gt;They fall within the ashes&lt;br /&gt;The frosty old feeling, will melt oh so painlessly&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, kill the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The shears are in the closet&lt;br /&gt;The muses they pray loud&lt;br /&gt;For your listless journey to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence, garlands burn&lt;br /&gt;All the memories&lt;br /&gt;Transparencies, you will see&lt;br /&gt;What this is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You will see one day&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to stay, hold your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, snip your lashes&lt;br /&gt;They fall within the ashes&lt;br /&gt;The frosty old feeling, will melt oh so painlessly&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, kill the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The shears are in the closet&lt;br /&gt;The muses they pray loud&lt;br /&gt;For your listless journey to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality, infinity&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces here&lt;br /&gt;Athletic shoes, chocolate mousse&lt;br /&gt;Cellular phone in his room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to want the song, you can get it &lt;a href="http://www.jiwang.org/portal/modules/mymp3s/singlemp3.php?lid=910"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the Asian Idol result will be announced. After the performance last night, I'm rooting for Jac not because she's Malaysian but because of her performance last night was wow, and Indonesian Mike. He kinda remind me of... what's his name... the guy who won the 2nd American Idol with Clay Aiken on the 2nd place..... aiseh. Never mind that. I love his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: My condolences to my friend Miza for her miscarriage, and congratulations to &lt;a href="http://upside.fotopages.com"&gt;Un&lt;/a&gt; for his impending marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-2090114372486651058?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2090114372486651058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=2090114372486651058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2090114372486651058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2090114372486651058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7491504632624523685</id><published>2007-12-14T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:04:05.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Random drabble</title><content type='html'>Took this from &lt;a href="http://dulllife.blogspot.com"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt;'s page. Takde idea what to update, hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRITE EXACTLY WHATS ON YOUR MIND, AND DON'T CHANGE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your ex and you&lt;br /&gt;~ history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Listening to&lt;br /&gt;~ No One - Alicia Keys (since I'm currently on Sue's page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;~ relieve myself in the loo :p NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . I love&lt;br /&gt;~ my sayang (ngehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;~ mmmmm yummmmmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;~ why it's so darn cold in Pontian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have lost my respect for&lt;br /&gt;~ somebody I once respected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I last ate&lt;br /&gt;~ banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . The meaning of my display name is&lt;br /&gt;~ it's my nickname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. God&lt;br /&gt;~ is always with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Someday&lt;br /&gt;~ I'll be successful hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . I will always remember&lt;br /&gt;~ my secondary school years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 3. Love&lt;br /&gt;~ empowers you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never ever want to lose&lt;br /&gt;~ the people I love ever so dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My MySpace&lt;br /&gt;~ have one but I forgot my login name and password, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Tomorrow I will&lt;br /&gt;~ relax and enjoy my holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 .Simple kisses&lt;br /&gt;~ are sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I wish&lt;br /&gt;~ that i know where I will be posted next year. anticipation sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 9. is your hair wet?&lt;br /&gt;~ wet from sweat, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. is your cell phone right by you?&lt;br /&gt;~ yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. are you wearing shoe?&lt;br /&gt;~ barefooted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;~ hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. are you wearing pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;~ would anyone go out to jog wearing pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. are you upset?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. recently done anything you regret?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. ever stuck gum under a desk?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. ever kicked someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. ever tripped over your own feet?&lt;br /&gt;~ absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;01.cursed?&lt;br /&gt;~ not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . have you gotten mad at someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RANDOM -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: is there someone who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;~ uhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;~ definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;~ i'm oozed with it, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope - not that diligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope - it's messy and inconsistent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;~ depends on my mood, but mostly yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: whose bed other than yours do you sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;~ the bed in the guest room owned by various people i slept over at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: what color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;~ black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7491504632624523685?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7491504632624523685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7491504632624523685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7491504632624523685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7491504632624523685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-drabble.html' title='Random drabble'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6692914392706635310</id><published>2007-12-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:19:07.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Brain Freeze</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying for my induction exam tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwarghh...&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 3 weeks of sitting still listening to talks from 8.30 to 4.30 daily, inclusive of 5 days and 4 nights at 'Kem Bina Negara' my brain is more than exhausted. So anyway, since my post is short, stole an artwork from my &lt;a href="http://lutherniel.deviantart.com/"&gt;bro's&lt;/a&gt; deviant art for adornment since I managed to stomp on 2 roaches today, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/218/a/9/Cockroach_Snippa_is_IN_by_Lutherniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/218/a/9/Cockroach_Snippa_is_IN_by_Lutherniel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't wait to get back home!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6692914392706635310?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6692914392706635310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6692914392706635310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6692914392706635310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6692914392706635310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/brain-freeze.html' title='Brain Freeze'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6023202845169925132</id><published>2007-11-30T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:20:42.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>A New Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just feel like changing my blog address and changing my template since I have been using it for more than a couple of year. But because the line is not that good here, the first phase is just to change my blog address. Few more days to go, and then I'm audi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I'm not gonna use Haloscan for my comment post, so get use to using the blogspot comment. No blogger or gmail account needed since you could just type it in - but it will only be seen after I approve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6023202845169925132?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6023202845169925132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6023202845169925132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6023202845169925132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6023202845169925132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-face.html' title='A New Face'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7231426236721604012</id><published>2007-11-16T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:55:30.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bathe,  Ate and Drank Dead People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although we were told about this days before we went for our Deepavali hols, I think I could finally... well... can't say completely over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the fact that some drug addict commited suicide in the town water supply tank.&lt;br /&gt;EUWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the bloated floating pieces of corpse swimming in the water tank days after people finally realize a dead man was in the tank... EUW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the tank supplies water for the whole town....&lt;br /&gt;You eat, you drink and you bathe using that particular water from that particular tank that was swimming with... euw....&lt;br /&gt;Okay my imagination is running amuck,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it did not take days, maybe hours, but,&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, at one point the water was kinda murky and not that clear...&lt;br /&gt;And when the water was clear... the rumour/news hit us&lt;br /&gt;EUW!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Other than running to other district solely for their water source, we had nowhere to go. And then finally 2 days ago the water supply was cut off - to clean up the water tank! Imagine that. After weeks gone by, they're finally cleaning it. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there...&lt;br /&gt;We bathe, drank and ate using that water....&lt;br /&gt;Imagine eating instant noodles that was being soaked in hot water...&lt;br /&gt;With unknown source of protein....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kembang tekak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7231426236721604012?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7231426236721604012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7231426236721604012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7231426236721604012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7231426236721604012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-bathe-and-drink-dead-people.html' title='I Bathe,  Ate and Drank Dead People'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6120669768275884472</id><published>2007-11-10T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:12:07.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>I so love my holiday ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night watched Stardust with my bro and sis in law. The movie was great - if you like fantasy and all that. One thing I have to say, the movie was fun. Well maybe because the plot a good and the cast .... and wow! I really liked Michelle Pfeiffer as the witch and Robert DeNiro's character was so interesting, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the movie to start, of course there were some movie preview and one thing for sure - I'm beginning to like the villainess roles in the movies. Michelle Pfeiffer for this one and Nicole Kidman for the upcoming &lt;a href="http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/?371726"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/a&gt; I was browsing the site and did some test on my daemon and I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=371737"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=371737" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" height="400" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from the movie, a daemon is a person's companion in the form of animal that can talk, reflects the personality of the person, can change form as the person grows. Kinda like a talking conscience that walks by your side.  Interesting eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely looking forward to see the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6120669768275884472?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6120669768275884472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6120669768275884472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6120669768275884472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6120669768275884472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7337651073399234114</id><published>2007-10-29T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:16.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>On hiatus mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam is coming soon. Went to Cheratimg last weekend for seminar/revision. Learnt a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway, a momento from the raya celebration there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Ry_B5mK825I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Bx563VyLQ2Q/s1600-h/CIMG0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Ry_B5mK825I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Bx563VyLQ2Q/s400/CIMG0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129531695841467282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With friends - Linda and Za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Ry_AuWK824I/AAAAAAAAAGs/jbHHsWSBXlI/s1600-h/CIMG0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Ry_AuWK824I/AAAAAAAAAGs/jbHHsWSBXlI/s400/CIMG0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129530403056311170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess which hand belong o whom? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7337651073399234114?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7337651073399234114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7337651073399234114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7337651073399234114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7337651073399234114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/10/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Ry_B5mK825I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Bx563VyLQ2Q/s72-c/CIMG0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5103136305495562649</id><published>2007-10-15T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:16.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya '07</title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone and Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all Muslims around the world and to all Malaysians who celebrated regardless their age and race. The hari raya eve was quite eventful with the last minute sewing of tulang belut on my uncle's and cousin's baju melayu, last minute cooking of the raya delicacies and not forgetting my 6 year-old cousin, Baby, who by chance happened to curse her Bang Ngah with "SHIT MAN!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here's the family picture of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RxK5CBTTLNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nRk2AMH8gDw/s1600-h/P1010498a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RxK5CBTTLNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nRk2AMH8gDw/s400/P1010498a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121359170633936082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was before my younger brother and I went for a 'Dragon Ball' pose of cantum badan, ngehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RxK6xBTTLOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lzn_V_qJjd8/s1600-h/P1010510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RxK6xBTTLOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lzn_V_qJjd8/s400/P1010510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121361077599415522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day of raya, we went visiting relatives around Pontian. Not many elders left around and sadly many passed away as Ramadhan was approaching, Al-Fatihah. Went to visit my grandpa and grandma who were finally together at the old village cemetary - they were busy masak ketupat, hihi. On the second day my sayang came and visit ^_^ ureshii yo!!! As for today, my family and I are going to visit our relatives in Johor Bahru, other than 'visiting' Jusco Taman U. Well gotta get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5103136305495562649?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5103136305495562649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5103136305495562649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5103136305495562649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5103136305495562649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya-07.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya &apos;07'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RxK5CBTTLNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nRk2AMH8gDw/s72-c/P1010498a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4513661451271502664</id><published>2007-10-04T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:01:41.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-drabble'/><title type='text'>Mindless...</title><content type='html'>Boredom....&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/roseskull-f-NADIAH.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Nocturnal Angel Delivering Intense Affection and Hugs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get Your Sexy Name&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,&lt;br /&gt;The so very poyo IP did not grant any off day for Thursday&lt;br /&gt;See if I care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4513661451271502664?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4513661451271502664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4513661451271502664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4513661451271502664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4513661451271502664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/10/mindless.html' title='Mindless...'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5073556193144982536</id><published>2007-09-25T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:48:00.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besut'/><title type='text'>Bazaar Food Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most common question that I got when my friends and I went food hunting at the Ramadhan Bazaar in Kampung Raja - Eh! Only that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 'that' was either yong tau foo or fried kueyteow.Only. Alternately. Sound like someone is trying to take advantage of the fasting month to lose a few pounds when in honesty, 2 days of hell sobered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened on the 5th day of Ramadhan when I was stuck with a serious bout of food poisoning that rendered me speechless since I was puking my guts out. I even puked the plain water that I drank to keep the food down. The toilet became my 'favourite' hang out place for one whole day and I had to lose 2 days of fasting grr.... and that wasn't even added up to the usual red flag days. The first day I was sick I was stubborn and still went to school. Halfway during school time, I caved in and slept at the school sick bay which was proven not such a wise idea since my 'kids' kept popping in and out of the sick bay to visit. If that was not good enough I was hit by high fever by noon. That day I could only eat plain bread and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still went to the doc and he gave me 2 days off which I didn't use since I already told the kids that I would be teaching them how to make a wizard's hat and they were eager, I have to admit I was eager too. The next day, my tummy was still sick but went to school with a very dizzy head. Good thing Serine had some instant porridge and that's the only thing I could eat without throwing up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course those 2 days kept on haunting me each time I went to the bazaar and look at the dishes for rice since my downfall that day happened to be beef cooked in coconut milk. I kept picturing the leftover food from the day before being recycled for today. And of course all the sudden my tummy would kind of remind me how it would feel to spend the time in the toilet again. Scary. In the end I only buy food that was seen cooked at the venue. Yeah yeah, food poisoning could happen just anytime and anywhere but it doesn't hurt to be cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My practical will end this Thursday. My friends and I at the school are already treated like some kind of celebrity with us being hoarded with pupils who ask for our address and phone number - which I doubt that they would even use. Found myself hanging out with year 6 pupils and showing them Jdramas through my laptop, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of this week will be bittersweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5073556193144982536?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5073556193144982536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5073556193144982536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5073556193144982536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5073556193144982536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/bazaar-food-galore.html' title='Bazaar Food Galore'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7829385641760306475</id><published>2007-09-12T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:16.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, to me ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rud76EYac0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bnDRAwTnz2A/s1600-h/birthday-cake2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rud76EYac0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bnDRAwTnz2A/s400/birthday-cake2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109188539813884738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uwah...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but I don't like even numbers, huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the number &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21, 23, 27 oh well you know the drill&lt;br /&gt;I like Odd, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Being odd, ngehehe&lt;br /&gt;As if lah I could skip 26 :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who wished me for my birthday -  My mak who wished me yesterday, Fida, the first who wished me in the wee hours of morning - make that 12am huhu (I was dead to the world), my ayang (love you!!), my sister (F1 satu round!!!) my secondary school friends (I can't believe you guys still remember mine after all this year*gasp* love you guys!!!!) and my fellow studio slacker of FRSB UPM. Thanks a bunch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7829385641760306475?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7829385641760306475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7829385641760306475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7829385641760306475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7829385641760306475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday, to me ^_^'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rud76EYac0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bnDRAwTnz2A/s72-c/birthday-cake2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3877790481593229228</id><published>2007-09-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:17.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besut'/><title type='text'>My WItches and Wizards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was my final observation with my lecturer. I'm starting to teach them 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' which I plan to teach that until my practical ends end of this month. They love learning it - so far, I love teaching it. All in all, we enjoy it a lot - so far. Though anyway, it was yesterday when I did the role play for the Sorting Hat Poem, I took the pictures of the role-player today. They are so darn cute. But I guess this is the only job where I could have mixed emotions on my pupils. It is a cross between strangling-killing-laughing like crazy-pinching their cheeks. I love it, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the beginning of Ramadhan. I already said my goodbye to the canteen workers. Uwahhh my heart is heavy already. My other friend, Serine kept on going to her beloved 3 Bestari - yes, the class with legendary reputation. They are not that good in academic but they are mighty protective of their teacher Serine. They even chased a bee all over the class because teacher Serine was scared of it. So cute!!! Uwahh... but tomorrow is my observation for music class for 3 Bestari. Sure die one *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my year 5 Arif pupils - not the ones who were responsible for the bus-stop and woman bench crack. I'll put up their pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RueEV0Yac3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KE2Cg0XO1VU/s1600-h/P1010448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RueEV0Yac3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KE2Cg0XO1VU/s400/P1010448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109197812648276850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rud_h0Yac1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JAPXxbjMmO4/s1600-h/P1010447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rud_h0Yac1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JAPXxbjMmO4/s400/P1010447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109192521248568146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From l to r: Hufflepuff representative (Mariam), poem reciter (Muaz - I so love locking him under the stairs, hehehe), Slytherin rep (Zaki), the sorting hat (Aizad), Ravenclaw rep (Atiq) and Gryffindor rep (Faris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RueA4kYac2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CkErW1PbMfU/s1600-h/P1010450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RueA4kYac2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CkErW1PbMfU/s400/P1010450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109194011602219874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 Arif 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Click at the piccies to enlarge pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3877790481593229228?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3877790481593229228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3877790481593229228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3877790481593229228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3877790481593229228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-witches-and-wizards.html' title='My WItches and Wizards'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RueEV0Yac3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KE2Cg0XO1VU/s72-c/P1010448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8052858779541924999</id><published>2007-09-08T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:16:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agenda:&lt;/span&gt; School Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; 8th September 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bus departure:&lt;/span&gt; 7 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destination:&lt;/span&gt; Tanah Merah, Pengkalan Kubor &amp; Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bus No.:&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Charge for:&lt;/span&gt; 7 yr 6 pupils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Own Agenda &amp; Checklist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depart from IP:&lt;/span&gt; 6.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to bring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Kain sembahyang   ..........   Check!&lt;br /&gt;       Mobile phone          ..........   Check!&lt;br /&gt;       Note book                ..........   Check!&lt;br /&gt;       MP3 player             ..........   Check!&lt;br /&gt;       Plain water              .........    Check!&lt;br /&gt;       Buns for b'fast        ..........    Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute check.&lt;br /&gt;The bus had arrived at the school compound, the teachers were calling out pupils name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Purse       ...........     WARGHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;      IN MY OTHER BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went for the school trip without any identification nor money in hand, huhuhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8052858779541924999?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8052858779541924999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8052858779541924999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8052858779541924999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8052858779541924999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-trip.html' title='School Trip'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5536419091775274532</id><published>2007-09-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:26:51.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besut'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OTI 5 ended today - so did UPSR. Basically OTI is the exam prepared by Terengganu Education Department for primary school pupils. I've managed to finish my marking today and well... I can't help but to highlight some of quite amusing sentences that I've come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ali is wearing a bus stop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sorry mother I am a bus stop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The woman holding a tree is a bench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woman is in the tree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makcik Na is my woman cap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And suddenly, there was this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mak saya nak makan nasi ayam goreng yang enak sekali ye. nanti saya balik pukul sebelas empat puluh lima nanti.&lt;br /&gt;   Ayah jangan lupa ambil saya di sekolah. Ayah masuk kedalam di depan kelas saya enam B dekat pondok jaga ye.&lt;br /&gt;   yang benar&lt;br /&gt;   ...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could kill the kid already. THAT WAS ENGLISH PAPER!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Baru sedar, one of the pupils were actually trying to bodek me by writing - Cikgu Nadiah yang disayangi on paper 1 &amp;amp; Saya sayang Cikgu Nadiah on paper 2. No extra marks for that Hamidah, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5536419091775274532?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5536419091775274532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5536419091775274532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5536419091775274532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5536419091775274532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-9039577595975235515</id><published>2007-08-22T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:44:17.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag *sighs*</title><content type='html'>Uwah....&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by so fast when you enjoyed it and especially when you're dreading not to get back to some place -_-; Few more months to go huarghhhh. Since I got tagged by my &lt;a href="http://eyesofnabil.blogspot.com/"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt;, oh well, another reason to update my blog, huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;2) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3) People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diah's 8 random facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always wake up before the alarm rings - whatever the time may be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could expect me to wake up real early in the morning - like from 1 am and above but you can't expect me to stay awake past 12 midnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was highly surprised and OUTRAGED when Bumblebee in the real-action Transformers movie was a Chevrolet Camaro. He's supposed to be a VW BUG!!!!! And wow, Optimus Prime had a set of lips. Guess he hid it in the 1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bookworm. My friends since secondary school could testify for that, hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An intense reader -you could expect seeing me laugh, cry or frown a lot while reading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drink coffee - when and if I want to get a roaring headache.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can drive cars with manual and automatic transmission, and yes, I've driven tractor and lorry - in my previous career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love listening to Japanese songs - even if I don't understand most of the lyric, hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna break the rules since I'm honestly lazing around and too malas to tag people during this glorious school holiday, ngiahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-9039577595975235515?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9039577595975235515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=9039577595975235515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9039577595975235515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9039577595975235515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/08/tag-sighs.html' title='Tag *sighs*'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3298674233408062174</id><published>2007-08-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:02:34.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, well first it was like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/laramatsu/P1010381.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ah, it was like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 246px;" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/laramatsu/2g1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that ah, it was like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/laramatsu/ring1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3298674233408062174?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3298674233408062174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3298674233408062174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3298674233408062174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3298674233408062174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-2705987267297339908</id><published>2007-08-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:05:13.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Just ignore the long time update period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;The internet is as slow as a drunken snail that got drunk while moving on some splashed alcohol on the roadside&lt;br /&gt;Loading the internet page takes forever&lt;br /&gt;Which means it would not finish loading even if you leave the laptop on for the whole night - that bad&lt;br /&gt;Which means hundreds of uncheck mails in the mailbox&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of junkmail in the bulk folder&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Missed tv episodes on d-addicts -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse...&lt;br /&gt;Going on a peekaboo mode on ym even when I miss my ayang so much T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bad thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm a few millimetres close to blowing the HEP up&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MUCH DELAYED ALLOWANCE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU %^# $%^&amp;&amp;amp;#%*$ ^&amp;*@ !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: due to the suckability of the net service at the institute, the blogwriter will not be able to update anytime soon. As for this post, she managed to travel few hundreds KM to her friend's grandparents house in K.T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-2705987267297339908?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2705987267297339908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=2705987267297339908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2705987267297339908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/2705987267297339908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8306888870837392593</id><published>2007-07-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:28:17.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Rant!!!</title><content type='html'>Too many speculations as to why the hostel wireless is non-existent. Here, I listed some below some of the speculations and reasons that I heard so far:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The wireless modem was struck by lightning last week during a storm - But weirdly enough I was online the whole stormy and thundery moment and the connection was super fast, even after the rain had stopped.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The juniors foolishly hung their clothes at the modem line and damage the whole thing during the orientation week when they had to sleep at the TV room - If it's just for 1 block it's quite acceptable but for the whole 3 blocks? Come on lah, don't start pulling my legs laaa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The administration pulled the whole thing out and never to put t back again - But then again on Wednesday someone came and spent the whole afternoon at the pantry room and tried to do something with a laptop. If they want to unplug the whole thing, it won't even take 30 minutes to unplug it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Either way, we don't have internet connection at the hostel. I am here at the library - by force, just to find some pictures for my lesson &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, at school....&lt;br /&gt;I was so darn mad that I wish I had my own wand and avra kedavra-ing someone grahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Which is one of the reasons I can't have a wand and be a witch &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8306888870837392593?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8306888870837392593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8306888870837392593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8306888870837392593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8306888870837392593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant.html' title='Rant!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8460578547374799830</id><published>2007-07-22T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:17.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Horcruxes and Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RqNZC6a1JdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5gIzs37wNfs/s1600-h/SP_A0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RqNZC6a1JdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5gIzs37wNfs/s400/SP_A0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090009910435194322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 years of wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred miles of journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally completed my collection ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the refusal of 4 major bookstores to sell the books to walk-in customers, there's still Carrefour and Tesco. Of course lah I was one of the buyers in Carrefour since I did not know which part of the country I would be on July 21st - whether in Serdang or in Besut. Besides, the price was rm40 worth of difference. I was already gone bonkers with all the promotions when I went to Megamall on the 20th with my sister to send off a cousin there. I was about to reserve a copy at MPH but then again, I was wondering if I have the energy to rush on the commuter train from UKM early in the morning to queue up for the book. Then my lifesaver - I heard the commercial on the radio that Carrefour will be selling it too. Went to Carrefour Alamanda to make a reservation that very afternoon and off I went home with a relieved heart. Night time, went out for dinner with my sayang, all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came, I shook my sister up from her slumber (chewah) and rushed to Alamanda. I was one of the first 100. The special gift was not much but I really like the poster that I got for pre-ordering the book. Then I was lost in my own world. My sister might as well talk to a brick wall since I did not hear anything that she said - except for sending her back to the Gemilang Hall and fetch her at 3 for our hi-tea at Palm Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was marvelous. The theory that my brother and I made about someone was right on target. I kept on sms-ing Edda, another avid reader/ex-classmate of mine each time one of the main characters were killed. So many died and I could not help but cry when one of them went down. One will lose an ear. The hunt for horcruxes were very challenging and the search for the Deathly Hallows adds up the complicated journey. Harry will become someone else's godfather and the final battle on Hogwarts ground was a masterpiece. Who would have thought that the motherly Molly Weasley could duel heads on with Sirius' killer? She even gave the bloody witch a very hard time at it. The final duel - Harry against Voldemort... you just have to read it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was lovely. I really love it. 10 stars for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering which part of the book will they hack the when it comes for this book to be made a movie. So far my friends were highly disappointed watching Order of Phoenix - so I'm not going to watch it either. The Half-blood Prince.... pass it too maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8460578547374799830?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8460578547374799830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8460578547374799830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8460578547374799830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8460578547374799830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/horcruxes-and-hallows.html' title='Horcruxes and Hallows'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RqNZC6a1JdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5gIzs37wNfs/s72-c/SP_A0190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8745460202769007263</id><published>2007-07-16T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:17.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JEM'/><title type='text'>Sighs...</title><content type='html'>Saturday, when my friends went and enjoy themselves for this year's Bon Odori, I'm here stuck with lesson plans and of course - sekolah ganti. So anyway since I'm not there to take pictures, stole some of the pics from the forum. Now... siape yang ade eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/6646/p7120180nx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/6646/p7120180nx8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waa... someone wearing yukata, kawaii deshou? l to r: Buru-chan, tk (tak kenal), har-chan's imouto, tk, buzzy, Wan-kun, Aina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/3522/p7120191js5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/3522/p7120191js5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waaaa kirei na uchiwa. Last year oren x lawa huhuhu. l to r: tk, tk, Aina, Har-chan, tk, Linda (ke Lina?), Azah, Buru-chan, Buzzy, tk, Lina (atau Linda?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/1143/cimg2218eny7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/1143/cimg2218eny7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stage. If you've seen Karate Kid 2, it's more or less like that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/8806/cimg2219enb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/8806/cimg2219enb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stage up-close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seronokla derang berdansa around the stage like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RpsaISeLCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SXCnLnhxlWg/s1600-h/02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RpsaISeLCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SXCnLnhxlWg/s400/02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087688933744773330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Takpe, there's still next year and the years after. All so sudden terbayang Oh-chan's solo Song For Me buat lagu for the Bon Odori&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dance *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the registration for the KPLI July intake and I got myself a new room-mate. Time to get acquainted, huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8745460202769007263?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8745460202769007263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8745460202769007263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8745460202769007263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8745460202769007263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/sighs.html' title='Sighs...'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RpsaISeLCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SXCnLnhxlWg/s72-c/02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8508180476077943132</id><published>2007-07-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:49:24.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Filling a balloon full of my small dreams ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it's been months since my last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Of courselah, I would be exaggerating if I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we only had a day weekend - since Besut needs to exchange for schooldays during the upcoming Eid in October. Oh well, tomorrow's the last of the 'ganti' then I'm off to spend my 2 days weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the practical session drags. Have to write the 4 to 5 pages of lesson plan by hand, prepares the worksheet and teaching aids for the day after since our supervisor might pop in any day soon. The KH girls at my school already received their surprise when their supervisor came to the school without any warning - it was a sobering and jolting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep my head clear, watched Tohoshinki's Balloon video clip. As one of my friends said, this is the only group she know to have too many AKAs and abbreviations. Dongbashinki, DBSK, DBSG, Tohoshinki, TVXQ - many names, same group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHpNQ-55Xb4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHpNQ-55Xb4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song makes me want to go back to my childhood. Well actually back to my secondary school time. We were as 'terencat' as that back then. I still remember 'the puppet show' we did from the girl's hostel corridor for the boys in 'AT' were making their way to the hall for their communication arabic paper. The lyric and translation can be found &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070601182111AAuAYf8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short term goal - find a way to drill the word 'communication' and the spelling for telephone, television, radio and computer into the mind of my pupils. Anyway, this is not meant as a laughable case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8508180476077943132?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8508180476077943132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8508180476077943132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8508180476077943132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8508180476077943132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-weekend.html' title='Filling a balloon full of my small dreams ^_^'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3559632011770528724</id><published>2007-07-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:18.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besut'/><title type='text'>First Day at School</title><content type='html'>For one I did not get to act like Yankumi by:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving one heck of a 'poyo' speech during an introduction in a school assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoetYsjZlcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rhW0buHgkvA/s1600-h/vlcsnap-42601+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoetYsjZlcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rhW0buHgkvA/s400/vlcsnap-42601+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082221344298997186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being threatened bodily by a student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoetsMjZldI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vY4VKbDIGLc/s1600-h/vlcsnap-44508.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoetsMjZldI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vY4VKbDIGLc/s400/vlcsnap-44508.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082221679306446290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landed herself to a class that no one wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoewgMjZleI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CODAlui95ZQ/s1600-h/vlcsnap-46941.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoewgMjZleI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CODAlui95ZQ/s400/vlcsnap-46941.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082224771682899426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kick and punch a group of thugs who stole money from her student until they were unconscious&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoezCMjZlfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-KDcPFjBTDg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-48249.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoezCMjZlfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-KDcPFjBTDg/s400/vlcsnap-48249.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082227554821707250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my first day for the internship was okay. Have to get used to being alone in the room, and being the only one - a tonyok does not count - at the floor wing, I found myself keep waking up every single hour just because it's too quiet around. Za and Linda moved out to Wakaf Tengah, Za's grandparents' house. Sure miss both of them, huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3559632011770528724?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3559632011770528724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3559632011770528724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3559632011770528724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3559632011770528724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-day-at-school.html' title='First Day at School'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RoetYsjZlcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rhW0buHgkvA/s72-c/vlcsnap-42601+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-5627654124001420182</id><published>2007-06-24T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:44:33.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the wrong ticket that I bought&lt;br /&gt;Despite my immobility due to my sister's busy weekend&lt;br /&gt;Despite the impromptu-ness of the decision&lt;br /&gt;I still managed to get back to KL and spent my weekend there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the wrong ticket, Za and I could blame Maraliner for not stating which Bandar Tun Razak that they go. We thought it was the BTR in Cheras but minutes before boarding time, all hell broke lose when the conductor told us it was the BTR in Kratong. We were panicked of course since all ticket to KL for that night were sold out. Luckily there was someone who were willing to cramp us at the back of a bus en route to KL. That problem was solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Bangi, my sister was too busy managing a course at her place that she needed to use her car to go back and fro. I was room-bound during daytime and was about to leave to Mines as planned on Komuter to meet up with my sayang. Then rain fell like cats and dogs as I was about to leave. Thankfully my sister managed to car pool with a friend that night and I got myself a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, had to leave real early even if my bus would actually leave at 10 at night. Good thing Linda was with me. Went to Midvalley, watched Fantastic 4 and then went to my aunt's house in Bangsar. Linda was, as last time got her hands full by melayan my 6 years old cousin, Baby while I get to spend my time with Dayah and her Mak. Currently, Baby is perfecting her skills in saying 'whatever' to everyone around. The 'whatever' caused her sister to pick her up and dunk her in the washing machine, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had to leave for Hentian Putra, I found myself dragging my feet to the door towards the car. You could expect me to leave Besut in a heart beat, no matter whatever difficulties and complications, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaving for&lt;/span&gt; Besut... now that's a different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, few more months to go. You can do it Diah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-5627654124001420182?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5627654124001420182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=5627654124001420182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5627654124001420182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/5627654124001420182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/whirlwind-weekend.html' title='Whirlwind Weekend'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-9186363752068342125</id><published>2007-06-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:18.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>It's spring cleaning day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for today it was only applied to my own 'happy place'. There were so many books that I've accumulated since secondary school, so my room was strewn with it. When there's books, of course dust will settle in and caused yours truly to sneeze like there was no tomorrow during the cleaning. By noon, my voice was so messed up that I started to sound more like a boy who just reached puberty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-_-;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than books, there were also my bro's damaged PS joysticks which he conveniently dumped into my already full room. Not forgetting my sister's old college stuff, my old notes, souveniers, gifts, magazines, damaged motherboards, DVDs, VCDs, shoe boxes - I honestly don't know why I still had those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about spring cleaning I found the things that I thought was lost for good. There were my class pictures, some books that I thought was missing, my primary school report card, my primary school student file and loads of other things that I've been searching for ages. Guess I had it coming, huh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished dispensing with all useless and needless stuff, I went cleaning my books. Yeah you got that right, cleaning it with damp cloth. One thing about using mosquito coils at night, it caused staining on the books. Some of the stains were easy to be rid off - on plastic covered books that is but on uncovered book, by golly it took a long time to get it clean. Then the arranging part comes which caused me a headache. I know I lost a lot of my Christopher Pike's, a few of Judith Mcnaught's, a James Patterson's which I guess were kind of a blessing in disguise because I run out of place for it. Though I still need to spare a space for the last Harry Potter book that will be released in July &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rmh_BNoAwqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gRMaG10hU-w/s1600-h/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rmh_BNoAwqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gRMaG10hU-w/s400/all.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073444639046943394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now it's no longer an eyesore... that much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;^_^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaning ended at about 4 and boy I was beat. I need tissues, ACCHOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-9186363752068342125?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9186363752068342125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=9186363752068342125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9186363752068342125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9186363752068342125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rmh_BNoAwqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gRMaG10hU-w/s72-c/all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8050254079439812699</id><published>2007-06-06T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:48:45.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>*Tummy Rumbling*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was driving and yet again... hearing the song never fails - so far - to make me salivate and craving for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/burgerspecial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/burgerspecial.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A BURGER!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-_-;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well it started in 2005 when Don and Drew had their own slot on 987fm, a Singaporean radio station - and also my all time favourite station. They were always up for the challenges given by the listeners whether to do a remix, a mix or even come up with a song. Haven't heard the song for so long and when I did... wallao!! Good thing they still have their web page on. Yeah, yeah, I already did an entry for this in 2005, but what the heck, the song's good and funny. You could sing along to the song &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/pmtpv0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, hehehe. The quality is not that good though - I can't change the setting on my audio recorder -_-; Dedicated to burger-tepi-jalan lovers out there, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramly (Burger Lembu) - Don and Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaaaaaaaamly!!!&lt;br /&gt;Burger lembu!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(this part sound like Boogiely boo, but it's actually burger lembu - on a mat saleh tongue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ramly, you're with the family&lt;br /&gt;Your meat is manly&lt;br /&gt;Get fatter than fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ramly, you're with the family&lt;br /&gt;Your meat is manly&lt;br /&gt;Get fatter than fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ramly is the burger that I love to eat,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't know what's in the meat,&lt;br /&gt;A lil bit of egg and a lot of sauce,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say I don't believe its horse&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling like a Ramly in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get up off your a**&lt;br /&gt;You gotta leave this shore&lt;br /&gt;You gotta barge us in you gotta get 3 or 4&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how much&lt;br /&gt;You gonna want some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun, patty, egg, cheese, rubber duck please&lt;br /&gt;I hold my Ramly between my knees&lt;br /&gt;Yo even though the chef is infested with fleas&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze the buns together to release the grease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ramly, you're with the family&lt;br /&gt;Your meat is manly&lt;br /&gt;Get fatter than fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramly is good, good Malaysian food&lt;br /&gt;Ramly is good, eat it like you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time I was in JB&lt;br /&gt;A rumble in my tummy I was feeling hungry&lt;br /&gt;I just had lunch it was a quarter to 3&lt;br /&gt;I ran across the road and then I found&lt;br /&gt;RAMLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the man and then I said how much&lt;br /&gt;He said if you ain't got the money then you can't touch&lt;br /&gt;But I needed to eat burger I just could not wait&lt;br /&gt;So I just took off the road and then I salivate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramly is good, good Malaysian food&lt;br /&gt;Ramly is good, eat it like you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about the time I was in Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the market so much stuff to see&lt;br /&gt;Yo had my pretty home girl walking next to me&lt;br /&gt;And there I behold, what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;RAMLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was afraid I was petrified&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what the hell was being fried&lt;br /&gt;The woman said "burger"&lt;br /&gt;I said don't you lie&lt;br /&gt;And you know it was the best thing I've ever tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ramly, you're with the family&lt;br /&gt;Your meat is manly&lt;br /&gt;Get fatter than fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur there was a special time&lt;br /&gt;Don and Drew were there without a nickel or dime&lt;br /&gt;No money to get, no money to lend&lt;br /&gt;We only had a little bit of money to spend&lt;br /&gt;So we got a ramly burger with bun and patty&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't care we were gonna get fatty&lt;br /&gt;Blimey its so good that just we have to sing it&lt;br /&gt;The yummy little burger only cost 2 ringgit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8050254079439812699?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8050254079439812699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8050254079439812699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8050254079439812699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8050254079439812699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/tummy-rumbling.html' title='*Tummy Rumbling*'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-997093794115262269</id><published>2007-06-04T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:30:50.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Ho-hum weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did not go out that much this weekend - unlike the previous one where I moved around a lot. Had to stay home for the tiling guy to finish his work at home. Mak and Abah was busy with weddings and meetings so someone had to stay home for the guy to do his job. Good thing for the Star Wars marathon that made me a wee bit ting tong after being fed 6 movies back to back &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to go to Irra's place in the morning to pass her some keropok I got for her, went to the bank for my bro to deposit some money and then went back home in record time. The guy reached home for the work an hour after. Good timing, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Julie Garwood's latest novel - &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=9780345497031&amp;PID=25151&amp;amp;PID=25151"&gt;Shadow Dance&lt;/a&gt;. Felt like dancing here and there since the much awaited character finally got his break, YEAY!!! It was years ago when I sent an e-mail to Ms Garwood regarding the character, asking when will be his turn to be in the spotlight. I was more than thrilled when she replied that his turn was yet to come, uwahhhh!!! Few novels later, hurrah!! It's out!! Those who read her work might be familiar with her crime/suspense series which circulated mostly on the Buchanans. The character in question was Noah Clayborne - the agent who's always in every novel, butting in every crime scene. By the time I was done reading, my neck was stiff and my eyes were doing some tricks on me, huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6.30pm Mak and Abah reached home from their meeting, cooked for dinner and watched POTC 1 on channel 5. Guess I was already unconcious after the movie ended and so here I am, wide awake early in the morning - guess so lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  more weeks to go. Time does fly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-997093794115262269?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/997093794115262269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=997093794115262269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/997093794115262269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/997093794115262269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/ho-hum-weekend.html' title='Ho-hum weekend'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-4713583560533785067</id><published>2007-06-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:32:03.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Rush Rush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After much waiting and delaying, finally I spent my part of the holiday spending my time at the cinema doing a back-to-back movie marathon - for Shrek 3 and Pirates of the Caribbean - at World's End. Had already planned for the marathon since before the holiday started with my bro. Good thing my brother and I are students so we both qualified for the RM5 ticket price, ngehehehe. But one thing that I have to say - the cinema ad at GSC Leisure Mall was so darn long that I guess I've seen nearly all the upcoming movie preview. Pirates of the Caribbean was supposed to start at 11.20am. The movie started - in all honesty - at 11.50am. Gile lama. the whole cinema was half-groaning watching the ad back to back. I mean imagine watching 3 advertisement of the same item back to back and that was not the end of it, uwahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done yapping on the advertisement, now let's get back to the movies. I definitely like POTC 3 better than the 2nd one. The reason - the did not recycle the jokes from the previous episode that much, and, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*spoiler alert*&lt;/span&gt; I have to say, the part when Will Turner became captain &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*not going to say more on that*&lt;/span&gt; had to do all I could not to say "kakkoi!!!!" aloud. Well for those who plans to watch it and haven't yet, a tip from me try to wait when the credit rolls in the end. When all the credit was done there's something at the end of it. Of course la, most were already up and leaving the cinema house when the credit starts to roll in. It was only a short part but enough to tell what happened to Will &amp; Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 3 - another good movie, enough to make me laugh my soles off. Girl power oozes off from the movie when the princesses and a queen was fighting for Far Far Away. Their adaptation on high school was funny with the nerd playing chess, jocks was jousting, cheer leading group and all that. Overall, I like both movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Leisure Mall, off we went to Holiday Plaza to meet another pirate. I was aiming for Nino's Letters from Iwojima, hoping that they might have Japanese movies on the rack. What greeted me on sight was that ALL the vcd store was closed - well not exactly closed. Their door happened to be closed but as I approached one of the guys, saying I want to buy DVD, they opened the shop, enough for me to get in and closed the shop. I have never felt so sweaty palmed and nervous before just buying DVD. Of course la I had to ask the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semua tutup kedai. Ada rush ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, lor. Suppose 1 sampai 5 petang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallawei &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5.30pm and they were still on guard. My bro was asking for 24 season 5 and they took a long time to get that particular series to the shop. My imagination was running amok thinking what would happen if suddenly the shop was rushed - with me and my bro in it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*shivers*&lt;/span&gt;. I got my Iwojima and I was more than glad to get out of the shop and went straight back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to end the day &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and Iwojima is certainly great. True to the review which dubbed it better than it's counterpart - Flag of Our Fathers, the movie seems more humane except from the part when the soldiers opted to kill themselves with the hand grenade, erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-4713583560533785067?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4713583560533785067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=4713583560533785067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4713583560533785067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/4713583560533785067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/rush-rush.html' title='Rush Rush...'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-6374239682019837099</id><published>2007-05-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:06:39.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day - Stolen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbgPJYi8BWI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbgPJYi8BWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Stolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the season&lt;br /&gt;Pull up it’s own stakes&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Of the last week&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation only&lt;br /&gt;Grant Farewells&lt;br /&gt;Crash the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed&lt;br /&gt;Too early to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the ballroom floor&lt;br /&gt;We are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all&lt;br /&gt;Will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch you spin around&lt;br /&gt;In your highest heels&lt;br /&gt;You are the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S: For the special someone who have stolen mine ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-6374239682019837099?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6374239682019837099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=6374239682019837099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6374239682019837099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/6374239682019837099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/song-of-day-stolen.html' title='Song of the Day - Stolen'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-7737298094606767063</id><published>2007-05-28T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:59:20.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>3 weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally reached home on Friday evening, after a transit in Kajang and an early date in Serdang. The journey took longer because of the road patching along the north-south highway. My stomach was already rumbling in pain as I reached Pontian. Harahenta~~~~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the real YB trip started on Saturday  for Anem's wedding. It was great. Many turned up, of course most are the same faces for wedding, hehehe - Abby, Sue Mail, Nini, Odah, Qis, Imah, Tut, Nofie and her 2 daughters, Ina Maz and husband, Yus, Zamose, Edda, Apau, Mat Nor, Iswan, Pumpkin, Abot, Azwad, &lt;a href="http://areng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Areng&lt;/a&gt; and some faces I knew but I forgot their names, sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*_*&lt;/span&gt; Ina was with her husband and daughter - Normadiha. Too bad I did not mange to take her baby's picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maleh nak bercerite panjang, here are some pictures from Anem's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rlok7Cfh2BI/AAAAAAAAADc/IvubJquHgdc/s1600-h/P1010317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rlok7Cfh2BI/AAAAAAAAADc/IvubJquHgdc/s400/P1010317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404927258908690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rloo9ifh2EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FfSm9vDggAM/s1600-h/P1010315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rloo9ifh2EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FfSm9vDggAM/s400/P1010315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069409368255092802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From l to r: Edda, Imah, Nofie (blocked by Imah) Sue Mail, Farah (Nofie's firstborn) Cepot, Lin Malek, Qis, yours truly and Odah. The groom and bride posing behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlolTyfh2CI/AAAAAAAAADk/h80YEBsR-M8/s1600-h/P1010318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlolTyfh2CI/AAAAAAAAADk/h80YEBsR-M8/s400/P1010318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069405352460671010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nofie's 2nd kid - Fika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rlonuyfh2DI/AAAAAAAAADs/g-EKMk2tDuA/s1600-h/P1010325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rlonuyfh2DI/AAAAAAAAADs/g-EKMk2tDuA/s400/P1010325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069408015340394546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group pic (Areng shy-shy tak masuk gambar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second day, went out early in the morning to Edda's house in Sungai Telur. We planned to go together to Su-San's wedding in Kota Jaya since her house is just along the way from Kulai. After a short talk with her parents of we went to &lt;a href="http://www.honey050603.blogspot.com/"&gt;Along&lt;/a&gt;'s house with Yus and Zamose, also in Kota Jaya to visit her and her baby, Zati. Kawaii deshou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlorOCfh2FI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QERxOkfD-cI/s1600-h/P1010328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlorOCfh2FI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QERxOkfD-cI/s400/P1010328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069411850746189906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went to Su-san's house nearby. We were early of course since we want to have ample time to go to 2 weddings for the day - hers in Kota Tinggi and Syasya's in JB. Managed to meet up with Harlin, Nazrah and Malia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlotByfh2HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Pw0CA5_W-iA/s1600-h/P1010332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlotByfh2HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Pw0CA5_W-iA/s400/P1010332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069413839316047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop for the day - Syasya's wedding in Taman Perling. I haven't seen her for years and all of us had to wait for the DJ's announcement since we don't want to attend the wrong place for the second time. We nearly went to the wrong house earlier so of course, second error is kind of freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlouPifh2II/AAAAAAAAAEU/tsjWvsSnuEU/s1600-h/P1010335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/RlouPifh2II/AAAAAAAAAEU/tsjWvsSnuEU/s400/P1010335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069415175050877058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ujai turned up for the wedding, with her husband and her son - yes we have a boy in the baby group. Here's the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rlou4Sfh2JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HLCG6IuX3ew/s1600-h/P1010336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rlou4Sfh2JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HLCG6IuX3ew/s400/P1010336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069415875130546322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ujai is working at Hospital Sultan Ismail, so if you want an MC you can ask her or her husband, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done with my report with all the pics of friends and babies- as requested by Along *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-7737298094606767063?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7737298094606767063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=7737298094606767063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7737298094606767063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/7737298094606767063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-weddings.html' title='3 weddings'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAzkTiSUOc4/Rlok7Cfh2BI/AAAAAAAAADc/IvubJquHgdc/s72-c/P1010317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-8813901659084184328</id><published>2007-05-21T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:06:29.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besut'/><title type='text'>Tasukete!!!!!!!!!! @_@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we went for another SBE (School-base-experience) session at a nearby school. Examination week has started for the pupils and as you can see earlier I was quite free at the common room that I had an opportunity to go bonkers over the upcoming holiday. So anyway the subliminal feeling lasted until a teacher asked my friends and I to take care of the music test. Za had to take care of year 4N, Linda year 5D while yours truly get to take care the whole hall filled with year 6 pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was going to be hard &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*sighs&lt;/span&gt;. But anyway it is another experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 11.30am when I made my way to the examination venue. Pupils were running all over the place until I had to project my voice throughout the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gikgu, cantik baju cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu, tempak saya dok kena kipah cikgu, panah"&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu, periksa gapo cikgu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisehmen -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After distributing the answer sheet and questions, the exam began. The first 5 minutes some of the pupils already started fidgeting, doing all they could to copy from their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu, guano nak jawak? Dok belaja lagi ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa cikgu nampak bual lagi, cikgu ambik kertas jawapan sekarang jugak!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that trick works.....&lt;br /&gt;For that time only la as afterwards they started to tembak like crazy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-_-;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of the teachers had warned us, some of them might have finished with their answers in 10 minutes. After they were done with their answers we just have to make sure that they do not wander outside. True to the prediction, some of them were done with the answers and started talking with their friends, switching places, writing love letters, melaram in front of a small mirror. Uwahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu, nak kecing cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, may I please go out?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu, dok tahan nak kecing cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu, dia tumbuk saya cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu, dia cakap bapak saya cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it felt like hours instead of 1 hour. I was more than glad when the clock reached 11.35am. What a day. What an experience &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-8813901659084184328?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8813901659084184328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=8813901659084184328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8813901659084184328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/8813901659084184328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/tasukete.html' title='Tasukete!!!!!!!!!! @_@'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-9087421509238457504</id><published>2007-05-21T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:33:37.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Countdown Towards CUTI!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minutes are like hours&lt;br /&gt;Seconds are like days (exaggerating la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just all psyched up for the upcoming 3-weeks holiday&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;3 long weeks of doing anything - visiting friends, movies, weddings, gatherings, sleeping, kacau my adik at home, basically anything&lt;br /&gt;Yatta!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gilo aku huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy sent me an sms yesterday informing that she had safely deliver her baby girl, who weighs 3.1kg at 4.27pm. I'm excited enough to finally get the chance to visit Along and her baby, Nofie and her kids, now I got another visit on the list - Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaa, my to-do list is already full before the holiday even started. Hanim's wedding on 26th, Su-San's and Syasya on 27th @_@ serupa YB pulak, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-9087421509238457504?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9087421509238457504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=9087421509238457504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9087421509238457504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/9087421509238457504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/countdown-towards-cuti.html' title='Countdown Towards CUTI!!!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3748923298849381604</id><published>2007-05-16T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:49:47.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the first time in my life anyone wishes me 'Happy Teacher's Day!'&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4am to do some assignment and as time gradually pass, suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Teacher's Day, Kak Diah!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no it's not the Hantu-penyikat-rambut who wished me that. It was my room-mate, Aie who wished me as she woke up. Got numerous messages and well wishes all around me afterwards. Huwaaaaa ureshi XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3748923298849381604?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3748923298849381604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3748923298849381604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3748923298849381604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3748923298849381604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3254584076435733784</id><published>2007-05-12T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:04:50.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besut'/><title type='text'>Sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever encountered any scary situation in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I had my fair share before at school and at this particular hostel - Mr. Poch, Mr. Black thingy with red eyes and Ms. laugh-back-at-my-laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing compared to what happened this early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at my friend's room since both of our room-mate was away. I slept on the empty bed and I have to say that I slept quite early at about 11ish pm. Sometime afterwards I was kinda realized, in between my conscious and sub-conscious mind 'something' went past over me. Then I felt that my hair was being brushed. Well at first it was just feeling like something was combing my hair. I thought it was kind of funnyla because all I thought was "Okay, feels good as long as it doesn't tangled up at the end of the hair tip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me, you have seen how the beds here were arranged. How is it possible for anyone to comb my long hair without even turning it to my left side? Then I felt like my hair was combed with something sharp. Something that felt like blade tip on my scalp. I woke up just to feel myself being trapped and unable to move. Darn it. I haven't gone through that for years so I tried to do what experience taught me - move my head to snap out from the immobility. Then I felt like the thing went to my backside *author's note: I was sleeping facing the wall on my right side*. I could move just to feel my head snapping back to it's original place. Then I tried calling for my friend with all I could, even if I felt my mouth was stuck but I knew I managed to cry out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Panggil lah lagi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurang ajar punye hantu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sudden after some fighting, I could move. I looked at my phone beside my pillow. It was 1.52am. I looked at  my friend, she seemed to be asleep. But then she looked at me and opened her eyes. Punyela berderau darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akak ngigau la tadi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye ke? Ngigau ape?" I asked, just to confirm myself if what I had gone thrrough was just a dream or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ntah, macam bunyi org nangis. Bunyik tak bukak mulut pastu kepala gerak-geraklaaa. Hish, akak ni, time ni laaa nak ngigau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard the sound of a cat meowing very weirdly outside. I've heard that sound before. It does not sound like cats in mating heat or in a fight. It sounded like it was moaning very long and at certain level it sounded like a baby mewling *shivers*. My neck felt like I had a session of 'salah bantal' in the morning which miraculously went away after I went for my Subuh prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3254584076435733784?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3254584076435733784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3254584076435733784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3254584076435733784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3254584076435733784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/sightings_12.html' title='Sightings'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559779.post-3120680077053460769</id><published>2007-05-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:46:01.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What song did you hear when you were growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my sister's influence who loves Ace of Base so much at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my &lt;a href="http://eyesofnabil.blogspot.com"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt;'s strong likeness towards KRU and Feminin *hehehe*&lt;br /&gt;I still manage to get my own preference on the music at that time. It was the so-called boy-band era. Numerous boy-bands of that time such as Backstreet Boys, N'sync, 911, 5ive, Natural, A1, Code Red, Caught in The Act so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, for this weekend spent the time with Linda singing our lungs out any songs that we could remember from the shower to our rooms. The song that kept playing in my head is 5ive's Until The Time Is Through. Brought me back to my secondary school years when radio is a must and at that time I had to smuggle my walkman in. Of coursela, my school at that time did not allow any forms of entertainment nor any magazines that were associated with it. Then again, as some of you might get bored of hearing, it's the best time in my life, those 5 years I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my 'earworm' of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/4n0w55"&gt;Until The Time Is Through - 5ive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrmktcfXMUk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrmktcfXMUk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;Now and Forever, Until the Time Is Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe It, I Don't Know Where to Start,&lt;br /&gt;No Baby, So Many Questions Deep Inside My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Me a Moment Before You Go,&lt;br /&gt;There's Something You Ought to Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby Now and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Until the Time Is Through (Until the Time Is Through),&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Standing Here,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and Never Give Up My Faith in You (Give Up My Faith in You),&lt;br /&gt;Trying to Make It Clear,&lt;br /&gt;Without Your Love, I'd Be Half a Man, Maybe One Day, You'll Understand,&lt;br /&gt;Now and Forever, Until the Time Is Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Can I Tell You, So That You Can See,&lt;br /&gt;You Know That, Love Has a Meaning,&lt;br /&gt;When You Are Here With Me (When You Are Here With Me Baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Me a Moment Before You Go,&lt;br /&gt;There's Something You Ought to Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby Now and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Until the Time Is Through (Until the Time Is Through),&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Standing Here,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and Never Give Up My Faith in You (Give Up My Faith in You),&lt;br /&gt;Trying to Make It Clear,&lt;br /&gt;Without Your Love, I'd Be Half a Man, Maybe One Day, You'll Understand,&lt;br /&gt;Now and Forever, Until the Time Is Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Is no One to Comfort Me,&lt;br /&gt;Here in My Cold Reality,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Searching For Words,&lt;br /&gt;What Can I Say to Make You See.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Now, Until the Time Is Through, I'll Be Here. [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby Now and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Until the Time Is Through (Until the Time Is Through),&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Standing Here,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and Never Give Up My Faith in You (Give Up My Faith in You),&lt;br /&gt;Trying to Make It Clear,&lt;br /&gt;Without Your Love, I'd Be Half a Man, Maybe One Day, You'll Understand,&lt;br /&gt;Now and Forever, Until the Time Is Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: For you bebeh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559779-3120680077053460769?l=diahsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3120680077053460769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559779&amp;postID=3120680077053460769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3120680077053460769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559779/posts/default/3120680077053460769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diahsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>Diah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106155123326648004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/cassiopeia912/DSCF0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
