<?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-7212776748944191588</id><updated>2012-01-29T10:11:05.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Like That</title><subtitle type='html'>no worries.
all these are cholestrol-free n low faCts. hehe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7252438703817020678</id><published>2012-01-26T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:52:06.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Married!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant believe it either.. Im now married to a gentleman who... erm.. jumped in this picture!! Hihi Love you husband!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mS1dAIXXAc/TyEdgcyQtjI/AAAAAAAABRw/6CUH40Z5NqY/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701871046547781170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mS1dAIXXAc/TyEdgcyQtjI/AAAAAAAABRw/6CUH40Z5NqY/s320/12.jpg" 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/7212776748944191588-7252438703817020678?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7252438703817020678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7252438703817020678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7252438703817020678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7252438703817020678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-married.html' title='I&apos;m Married!!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mS1dAIXXAc/TyEdgcyQtjI/AAAAAAAABRw/6CUH40Z5NqY/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7622072749173673896</id><published>2011-07-09T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:04:16.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helo world!!! :)</title><content type='html'>Helo readers (if there's any),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized that I havent update this for sooo sooo long which the last was on Mek's bridal shower. And guess what... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mek is already 6 mths pregnant!!! Hihihi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS again to my dearest Syara &amp;amp; Chet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ppl..pls forget what ive written &lt;a href="http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook-status.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; months ago.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;helo world, im in love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627027492793909346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D48zXQ0ObaI/Thc3sQFWgGI/AAAAAAAABRo/QLpS1N1xER8/s320/mcD.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7622072749173673896?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7622072749173673896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7622072749173673896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7622072749173673896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7622072749173673896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2011/07/helo-world.html' title='Helo world!!! :)'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D48zXQ0ObaI/Thc3sQFWgGI/AAAAAAAABRo/QLpS1N1xER8/s72-c/mcD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3651153494313921222</id><published>2011-01-20T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:07:46.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mek's gonna get married!! :D</title><content type='html'>I guess the title explains all, that our Mek is getting married and we're so happy just like her!! :) And i hv to keep reminding myself the DON'Ts once she's a wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) do not simply call her at 3am, like what i did just to tell her that Shaheizey Sam replied my tweet.&lt;br /&gt;2) do not simply give ideas for her events as we did analyse which green (light/lighter/dark/darker) suits for her wedding!&lt;br /&gt;3) no more PD/Seremban/Melaka trips that we planned for weeks (LOL) as if we are going to Paris/Tokyo!&lt;br /&gt;4) no more overnights and late night gossips as we did since we were 13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, before i start crying (of happiness) i shud stop continue with the list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To my dearest Syara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Congratulations for 100th time, have a wonderful and happy life ahead!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564128836144899538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/TTfBskrspdI/AAAAAAAABRI/525-IK-Rsfg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564129973364538258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/TTfCuxJ_O5I/AAAAAAAABRQ/5VrxASOHFQ4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We love u so very much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bestclosestfavouritest frens forever ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7212776748944191588-3651153494313921222?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3651153494313921222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3651153494313921222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3651153494313921222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3651153494313921222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2011/01/meks-gonna-get-married-d.html' title='Mek&apos;s gonna get married!! :D'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/TTfBskrspdI/AAAAAAAABRI/525-IK-Rsfg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2808942048600110624</id><published>2010-12-19T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:16:14.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinduuuuuu!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG.. only God knows how i miss blogging, write nothing but about myself! haha later readers (if any).. will update more.. soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2808942048600110624?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2808942048600110624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2808942048600110624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2808942048600110624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2808942048600110624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/12/rinduuuuuu.html' title='Rinduuuuuu!!!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-6604412190697812971</id><published>2010-10-04T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:06:48.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is October, alligator!</title><content type='html'>Whenever I read about bloggers who become famous and rich after people notice and read about their interesting blog, Im worried. You know, nowadays, hobby can make u rich. Some friends of mine did take photographing seriously, earn lots and lots of money. With cupcakes, some people can even afford a Suzuki Swift! And yes, Im still worried, for not having a hobby....and &lt;s&gt;a Swift&lt;/s&gt; a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have my own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;baby blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Swift, Im trying hard, typing, thinking of a good topic, (only God knows how hard it is). But cant help it, the only thing I can think of right now is about my own self updates! Like what shoe size im wearing Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Im not a celebrity, Im just an ordinary who gets nervous whenever I bump into Anuar Zain and don’t hv a car but a good big umbrella. So who cares reading my blog then!! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with one good topic, that I hope it benefits all (HAHA).. which is..... my review on EPL. No, not English Premium League, u moron! Cause I’ll end up mentioning Torres and Xabi Alonso for 100 times, to make it one paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EAT PRAY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point making simple things complicated. Thus to all queuing for Eat Pray Love ticket, Im suggesting u all to change ur mind. If u think no more good movies to watch, go back home, make some hot choc for urself, and enjoy ur DVDs. If ure big fan of JR, Pretty Woman is faaaaaarrr wayyyy hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can afford a Swift by end of this year with my monthly movie reviews. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-6604412190697812971?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/6604412190697812971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=6604412190697812971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6604412190697812971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6604412190697812971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-october-alligator.html' title='This is October, alligator!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-9025661360012914915</id><published>2010-09-16T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:26:06.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best title I can give is : Ramadhan and Raya Updates</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I do blame Twitter and Facebook that I almost forgot that I have a blog! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How r u all peeps? Apart from busy attending open house invitations, hows life treating u? Mine is fine and good. Hmm.. how shoud i start this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ramadhan went well just like yours, alhamdulillah. And the last week of the fasting month, I moved to a new apartment in Ampang. It was a 3 storeys of town house, and can u imagine, we were carrying the stuff using the stairs in a bright shiny afternoon. Too excited i guess, none of us fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 3 bedrooms and nice view from the kitchen (haha), me like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puasa, didnt miss the tradition - raya shopping (Ampang Park, Jln TAR, Msjid India and Maju Junction) and breaking fast with the girls love love, but surprisingly no photos taken (at all!!) since we think we are too old for that. Haha. It's weird that i actually brought the camera, tapi tak snap apa pun, unlike those days. Haha. Kinda regret because photos are always important to me! Shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I feel like Im Bella in Twilight New Moon. After Edward left her, she's kinda dying (ok, in my case, I.. err.. floating). And Bella has no idea how to see him but deep in her, she feels the connection and hates the fact that he's everywhere. Ok wow. Yes Bella, same goes to me. Ok double wow. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;One day, when my very own version of Edward (ok I heard u said eeeuw, but this is really my Twilight story!!) suddenly called, waking me up for sahur etc., i thought i was dreaming -until i checked the phone calls history in my mobile for dozens of time after that. How lah to hate this Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my favourite Ramadhan. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My raya was just a weekend raya. Didnt take any leave, so went back hometown on the late afternoon of that Thursday. And on the 3rd raya, I was already in KL. Raya guests were still the same. Some pleasant and nice, some just listen and most brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya again evryone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-9025661360012914915?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/9025661360012914915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=9025661360012914915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9025661360012914915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9025661360012914915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-title-i-can-give-is-ramadhan-and.html' title='The best title I can give is : Ramadhan and Raya Updates'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4996111763792188570</id><published>2010-05-24T22:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:14:17.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read and dont ask. Im ok, i guess.</title><content type='html'>Omg I can see spiderweb all over my page now. Shuh shuh...&lt;br /&gt;I know, it has been awhile since the last time I wrote here. Seriously, dont know where to start and what to write. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should update u guys what Ive been through since the last post. Nothing much I guess but enough leaving me upside down right now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I bought a broadband, it was last Sunday. Finally, Im gonna have a monthly bill with my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I was deleted by a good friend of mine from his FB list, after he has a girlfriend. When asked, he replied that maybe he accidentally deleted me.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I received a scam email, that I clicked on it, and......the whole money inside my bank account disappeared! just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been asking my close frens on whther i shud get a blackberry or iphone. So they did suggest which they think suits me. Thanks all Love Love. I end up buying an MP3. Sony. Pink. 2GB.&lt;br /&gt;Wut else ya. Owh, I left my favourite umbrella in the ladies, KLCC, on my favourite sweetest day. Ok, this one, can make me cry. Seriously. So dont ask! *CRYING ALREADY*&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is so cruel right?&lt;br /&gt;Read again the title. Thx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4996111763792188570?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4996111763792188570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4996111763792188570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4996111763792188570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4996111763792188570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/05/read-and-dont-ask-im-ok-i-guess.html' title='Read and dont ask. Im ok, i guess.'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1063776383743867530</id><published>2010-03-14T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:09:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending</title><content type='html'>WILL UPDATE SOON.. (PLS BLAME THE LAUNDRY haha) WITH LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1063776383743867530?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1063776383743867530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1063776383743867530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1063776383743867530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1063776383743867530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/03/pending.html' title='Pending'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4371832951552200962</id><published>2010-02-28T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:56:10.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niyang Rapik</title><content type='html'>Some friends told me that my movie review is very reliable, so I feel it's my responsibility to update on the latest Niyang Rapik here. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a big fan of ghost stories, like never. But for the sake of someone important *wink wink* (poyo nak mati okayy), I decided to watch it with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not a-must-watch-movie. I'll rank for 2.5 stars out of 5. The story line was a bit cliche, and many scenes remind me of the scariest ghost movie (selain stupid 'IT'), Long Kong. But somehow it was a good movie, so congrats to the director and producer (I dont know who) and the casts as well. As usual, Nasir Bilal Khan acted so good as bomoh-tok dukun etc. Awal -good!!, Bio Nik- good (and good looking), Zed Zaidi - good and u r such an elder brother!!, Fizz Fairuz - u are so like Aidil in Nur Kasih, and Sam - none other but...AN EXCELLENT actor!!! (am I being bias?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decided to watch it during this year's Hari Raya TV programme, pun boleh juga. Tapi if u have RM10 in ur purse, already queue for the ticket, but still tak tahu nak tgk movie apa, and nak rasa takut takut seram, do not make simple things complicated, just buy Niyang Rapik. (and pop corns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy watching people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4371832951552200962?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4371832951552200962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4371832951552200962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4371832951552200962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4371832951552200962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/02/niyang-rapik.html' title='Niyang Rapik'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7629748166550670710</id><published>2010-02-20T14:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:16:01.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ive been keeping this to myself for quite sometime and I cant help it but to let all of u know that I cant stand such status in Facebook. No offence, but this is just my opinion - YUCK YOU. If u think it's ok, then it's ok. Told ya, it's only my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the V-day, unlike &lt;a href="http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;, this yr I just stayed home, and later came across these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebooker 1 : HARI HARI ADALAH HARI CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;Facebooker 2 (few weekd bfore V-day) : Nak baby, nak baby, nak baby.&lt;br /&gt;Facebooker 3 : Hari ini baru saya nampak kekuatan hubby saya.&lt;br /&gt;Facebooker 4 : En. Husband is at office. Lewatla kami dpt gnite kiss mlm ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dont u think they shoud make this as their text messages utk En. Husband or En. Hubby or En. Apa Apa, and not a public status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day I put my status as SAYA SAYANG AWAK SEPENUH HATI, slap me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7629748166550670710?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7629748166550670710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7629748166550670710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7629748166550670710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7629748166550670710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook-status.html' title='Facebook Status'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-121254548627444714</id><published>2010-02-16T20:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:59:15.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Pictures</title><content type='html'>As promised, so here goes SOME pics of mine with my special friends at heart on my birthday, few weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the happy Saturday..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this will be our last time spending our very own moments in Aza's roomy, as she's getting married next month!&lt;br /&gt;With my all time darlings, Kar, Aza n Mek. (And Eeza) (And Zainul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438829628672986210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qauyrsTGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/tDw2j58NemA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438829487303153826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qamkCf2KI/AAAAAAAABQI/bBJR02Sf0OA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438829350006810402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qaekkf5yI/AAAAAAAABQA/ri9raEZ1tAU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not expect us to act like those above in public. Us, behave-pose. We had good foods, a slice of cake and I love the presenties!! Thanks girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440167465328484754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S39bfImKoZI/AAAAAAAABQY/jp02m8eEewI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next great Sunday..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had great outings with another close friends whom I usually see them with office attires, files, reports etc. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still touched with the cupcakes, presents, cards. Thankies all!!!&lt;br /&gt;They are definitely my dearest Nazra, Farhana, Hashim n Iliyas and the other 3 sweeties (wished u all were there too), Nissy, Saras and Zura!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824443101590434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qWA87IM6I/AAAAAAAABPg/DgR9iDwn_7k/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824702302451122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qWQChbdbI/AAAAAAAABPo/RT4hdg-g5MU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438825070806387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qWlfTnSiI/AAAAAAAABPw/AaZm4IVoLBg/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824205367273538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qVzHS2aEI/AAAAAAAABPY/2d4R1cONWM4/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iliyas was always be the one yg elak2 tak nak snap pics with me n Fahana. So fine. We have two pics with Hashim. Satu keras. Satu tak keras. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-121254548627444714?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/121254548627444714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=121254548627444714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/121254548627444714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/121254548627444714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-pictures.html' title='February Pictures'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3qauyrsTGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/tDw2j58NemA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8126028938233909955</id><published>2010-02-13T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:48:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>I just think this is so cute and I almost had a pre-heart attack. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-heart attack 1..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya : Why are u still awake at this time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;X : Im checking on your page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya : Haha. So my page will make u sleepy I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;X : Nope, I was sleepy before. But not after ur pics. Hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya : Now I feel like Im a...err..coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-heart attack 2..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya : Yup, Im going back hometown tomorrow, by bus, I dont drive, so traffic jam isnt my issue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;X : Later give me the bus driver's number. So I can tell him to drive u safely. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Ms-smile-like-a-school-girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8126028938233909955?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8126028938233909955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8126028938233909955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8126028938233909955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8126028938233909955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/02/pre-heart-attack.html' title='Pre-Heart Attack'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-893240023514982343</id><published>2010-02-10T21:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:38:46.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early February Updates</title><content type='html'>The beginning February of mine was so good. I had happy weekends in Penang, followed by my pardayyy pardayyy weekend. Ermm.. Not really a party anyway, it was just an outing with close friends, a cake, cute cupcakes and more and more presents. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll upload more pictures soon. I cant even open my eyes now. I guess it's the sign of aging. Nite everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436622125859414050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3LDBN3hICI/AAAAAAAABPA/kSPayA84rKw/s320/17154_273770482823_620332823_2830478_681612_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436622298415943138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3LDLQsMzeI/AAAAAAAABPI/JjVByaor89c/s320/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Happy belated kepada Zainul Hidayah. Miss her like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Ms-Loves-Her-2xth-Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-893240023514982343?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/893240023514982343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=893240023514982343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/893240023514982343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/893240023514982343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/02/early-february-updates.html' title='Early February Updates'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S3LDBN3hICI/AAAAAAAABPA/kSPayA84rKw/s72-c/17154_273770482823_620332823_2830478_681612_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5321924281147455923</id><published>2010-01-28T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:21:13.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im OK, normal.</title><content type='html'>Im a medium kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;Not fat, not skinny. I exercise one a week, jog a little, walk a little, swim a little.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to excess, nothing not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Not obsessed, addicted to anything.&lt;br /&gt;Im neither out-going nor shy, but a little of both, depending on mood, depending on the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;I never overdo anything and enjoy most things I do.&lt;br /&gt;I like my job, I dont love it.&lt;br /&gt;Im simple and sweet, not stunning, not ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Dont expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;Im never overwhelmed or under it either - just nicely whelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im OK, normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Ms In-the-process-knowing-herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5321924281147455923?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5321924281147455923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5321924281147455923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5321924281147455923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5321924281147455923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-ok-normal.html' title='Im OK, normal.'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4836736262638477971</id><published>2010-01-20T00:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:27:35.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart You Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I not share this to all of you!!!! I cant keep it to myself please. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428495292638093490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S1XjtQ6S4LI/AAAAAAAABOQ/BWQZPVTqvC0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428496265691853266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S1Xkl50Y8dI/AAAAAAAABOg/po0tILIEhSI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428503280998350962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S1Xq-P3zAHI/AAAAAAAABOw/PTp4GHFDUC0/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Minutes after that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428503721491098114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S1XrX41c6gI/AAAAAAAABO4/KA6eSreA8tE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He called me dear! &lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4836736262638477971?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4836736262638477971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4836736262638477971' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4836736262638477971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4836736262638477971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-you-twitter.html' title='Heart You Twitter'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S1XjtQ6S4LI/AAAAAAAABOQ/BWQZPVTqvC0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4773155910701143786</id><published>2010-01-19T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:41:10.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note from Ms Busy</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to do - iron baju, do laundry, lipat baju, mengemas2 etc. But will update u soon on Adnan Rempit. People, it's SUPER HILARIOUS I LOVE U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Ms Busy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4773155910701143786?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4773155910701143786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4773155910701143786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4773155910701143786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4773155910701143786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-from-ms-busy.html' title='A Note from Ms Busy'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-539052325163071838</id><published>2010-01-16T12:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:09:58.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampung Halaman</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, a friend of mine did ask how's the feeling &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she was seriously wanna know how. I can see that from her eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of going back to hometown as hers is in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 2 minutes to think &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(seriously, thinking and she can see that in my eyes too) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to put things in words she'll understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how excited I am menyiram pokok2 bunga sambil ayam berkokok2, burung berkecip2, neighbour2 all di sekeliling ada yg menyapu2, ada yg tgh beli sayur drpd org naik van jual brg2 pasar yg datang setiap lorong, ada yg berbasikal and 'Hai ape khabar' kepada semua org, dan angin pun tiup sepoi bahasa and pokok kelapa, pokok mangga, pokok mata kucing and rambutan bergerak2 sangat romatic okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya, she didnt get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's not easy to think in 2 minutes),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it was like when u have RM500k voucher to shop which transportation is totally free, and Jude Law offered himself to accompany u and an hour after that, he has a meeting, so Remy Ishak told him he'll be glad to be my shopping partner and we end up having the most yummmyy kebab for dinner. Pheww..&lt;br /&gt;So lebih kurang mcm itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like 'OMG. Perfect!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Ms 100%-crap-who-has-a-200%-crap-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-539052325163071838?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/539052325163071838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=539052325163071838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/539052325163071838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/539052325163071838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/kampung-halaman.html' title='Kampung Halaman'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8093673967586680922</id><published>2010-01-14T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:36:14.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving out</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;I cant help myself but thinking of moving out, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Ms Uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8093673967586680922?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8093673967586680922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8093673967586680922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8093673967586680922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8093673967586680922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-out.html' title='Moving out'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-9008765553034174609</id><published>2010-01-09T23:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:41:02.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updates</title><content type='html'>Im in the mood of sharing the very random updates of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)Bye Bye My Old Bling Bling Phone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone alarm rang at 8.45 this morning, but I remembered set it at 6.45! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied some text messages, but whenever I typed 'S', 'T' appears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wanted to insert spaces between words, the whole line was deleted. Luckily &lt;a href="http://myfairly-oddblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hani&lt;/a&gt; has a phone she won last few months, so from now onwards, Im using this, which actually make me look so intellectual like whenever people ask me the exchange rate of USD/AUD, I can straight away answer, &lt;em&gt;X.XXX&lt;/em&gt; : &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424766635110435250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0ikg1MmCbI/AAAAAAAABN4/8-ToO4mGO1s/s200/IMG_3117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fine. Not yet a blackberry, not yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)New place for a new year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some friends knew that I am desperately looking for a new place to live, nothing is very wrong with the current one, it's just that, I want some changes this year ahead. N tomorrow Im having an appointment with the agent. I hope everything is ok, as Ive been eye-ing this apartment in Bandar Seri Pemaisuri for quite sometime. Wish me luck, readers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3)Movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are must-watch-movies, people! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Old Dogs = GILO FUNNY. Sherlock Holmes = Thanks, subtitles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4)I hate u Mitch Albom, Dina usually cry once in 5 years okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finishing Rosie Dunne (by Cecelia Ahern), I need something serious-emotional as I was soooo tired of lauging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Omigod. Rosie Dunne is damn funny till u can laugh on every page!! This is the second book that I laugh f-hard after Can You Keep A Secret by Sophie Kinsella. These two books are simply genius! Love Love!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I dunno why, I just dun like PS I Love You. Weird&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424778776300031362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0ivjipxDYI/AAAAAAAABOA/kFn97cTuJUA/s200/51JD4QMR1FL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I read For One More Day (by Mitch Albom). Bad timing. I read that during the week I was unstable (unstable = homesick). A tragic story from the first page till the end, so I hate youuu Mitch Albom! *cried*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424780328083974770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0iw93f46nI/AAAAAAAABOI/-yF0MwZSUdA/s200/Alborn_-_For_One_More_Day_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5)Lately, Im totally a homesicker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just received a fowarded email from my father, 'What Type Of Guy You Should Go Out'. Yesterday, he sent 'Unconditional Love Story.' There was once, 'Jiwang'. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week, on the 1st day of school of 2010 (for those still in school, hehe), that late night, Bapak saya sent sms pada saya 'U were always with T.A.K.U.T' remember? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who dont know me in kindegarten and primary: Both my parents will ask me not to say takut whenever nak pi skolah. As everytime I reach school, I will 'Dina takut laa bapak.' 'Emak..Dina takut'. So it took me half an hour to get out from the car, I guess. Till one day my mom was so mad, she scold me not to say takut. The next day, I was thinking what to say besides takut. So I spelled, 'Bapak, Dina T.A.K.U.T.' Then Bapak kata, 'T.A.K.U.T. tak pe. Takut tak boleh'. So I spelled it everyday before went out from car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Trust me, everyone was surprised that I survived the 5 yrs in boarding school after that. Me too actually.Muahaha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And whenever after my sister hung up the phone call with Emak saya, she'll 'Dina, mak kata jgn pakai ketat ketat. Beli L, bukan S.' *hahaha at the same time, Grrrr.. I tak ketat ok!! haha*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss both my parents (yg berada di kampung halaman cintaku n kadang kadang gardening is everything for them) every minutes of my heart beat. Take care pls because Im many miles away from both of u two!! *sob sob* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Told ya, u can call me a homesicker]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6)Closing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight all. No bye pls. I hate bye&lt;em&gt;-s.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-9008765553034174609?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/9008765553034174609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=9008765553034174609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9008765553034174609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9008765553034174609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-updates.html' title='Random Updates'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0ikg1MmCbI/AAAAAAAABN4/8-ToO4mGO1s/s72-c/IMG_3117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3815339209255360192</id><published>2010-01-05T22:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:57:50.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Jan 10</title><content type='html'>It was another great weekend spent with close friends, old-friend-but-not-so-close, new friends and the little cute girl, Tiha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some random pictures on that weekend, not from my camera but, Chet's.&lt;br /&gt;The picnic was a last minute plan, not mine, but Chet's.&lt;br /&gt;When Chet is mentioned, ignore the weather.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we have good food, nice place (seriously nice!!), let's call it a fun-outdoor-picnic-without-shed-and-if-it's-raining-save-your-food-and-run-to-your-car!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, u know Im kidding rite, Mr Chef Chet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People, that's what actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment we reached, I fell in love with the view and the little manmade beach. Anyway, it's Taman Rekreasi Air Putrajaya, beside the Pullman hotel- if u were thinking of weekend getaway. (Picture before snowing).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423275692050894098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0NYghe0TRI/AAAAAAAABNg/qOVFlnVgRsw/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was the hotel. I mean, at the back- in brown, not in pink. Eh idiot nya jokes ini Grade C, sila abaikan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423274181815535602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0NXInaph_I/AAAAAAAABNA/jrajhJw5aKw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were enjoying the food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423275389915041842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0NYO78BEDI/AAAAAAAABNQ/bQFZnFsQKgo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiha, who thought sausage is a lolly pop, so she licked it. When she realized it was NOT a candy, she came up to me and said 'Tak nak.' Cute. Forgiven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-me holding Tiha and her lolly pop sausage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423285024244417874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0Ng_unIxVI/AAAAAAAABNw/hay6JWSsupM/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lamb and the gravy were so nyummy nyummy. And now Im hungry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423275935080239634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0NYuq1h0hI/AAAAAAAABNo/AIXSenv0FNk/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As expected, it was raining cats and dogs, hours after that. Thanks to my big handbag, I was the only one having an umbrella, smiling. (Which actually makes me look like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mary Poppins!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mek macho sahaja. Chet was so stress, u can see his wet green t-shirt there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423274286698088930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0NXOuImSeI/AAAAAAAABNI/FbwWmP_uhdM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away, come again another day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We saved the lambs and the garlic bread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423275582808977186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0NYaKhg7yI/AAAAAAAABNY/WWZ0nngwd88/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yup, the picninc was fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3815339209255360192?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3815339209255360192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3815339209255360192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3815339209255360192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3815339209255360192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-jan-10.html' title='1st Jan 10'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/S0NYghe0TRI/AAAAAAAABNg/qOVFlnVgRsw/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3516824189834150550</id><published>2010-01-01T15:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:35:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helo helo 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always thought Im a tough one. ‘Tough’ here means, Im ok. That ‘ok’ is like.. I-get-over-the-feelings-that-I-kept-for-decades-so-I-hv-no-problem-knowing-u-are-going-out-with-your-gf-I-met-once-and-she-is-pretty-and-nice-so-much-better-than-me-and-me-hv-nothing-against-her-and-to-all-people-of-the-world-im-OKAY-dont-u-all-get-it??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprisingly I hate my first few hours of 2010, because I wasn’t that tough. My heart beat so fast, my body was aching and trying hard to work with the miserable buzzing brain was such a hard moment and not easy u know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me dont jealous, &lt;s&gt;I hope&lt;/s&gt;. It's just a self conflict. Sorry all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a big mug of air suam &lt;s&gt;and actually Im bloated &lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Siti Nurhaliza says it’s good for skin),&lt;/em&gt; a cucumber mask is all over my face now, my fan is on the max level 3, and Im gonna sleep. Phone is on silent mode. Therapy. Im recovering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Owh sorry. I just looked at the title. So... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A BETTER YEAR AHEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;s&gt;people of the world &lt;/s&gt;frens! And have a healthy relationship, Dina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421677273621790658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sz2qwU0I_8I/AAAAAAAABM4/EcXNBQ6arJQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The closest friends of mine until they&lt;em&gt; 'OK-NEXT'&lt;/em&gt; me whenever I had the mic. =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had extremely major fun last nite. Love love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3516824189834150550?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3516824189834150550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3516824189834150550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3516824189834150550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3516824189834150550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2010/01/helo-helo-2010.html' title='Helo helo 2010'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sz2qwU0I_8I/AAAAAAAABM4/EcXNBQ6arJQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1929130519739617789</id><published>2009-12-31T15:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:38:16.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teluk Intan</title><content type='html'>At last, a tower!!&lt;br /&gt;A short trip to Teluk Intan with my fav girls, Mek and Kar few weeks ago became my favourite trip for the final quarter of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have a picture of me, with a tower. A famous one.&lt;br /&gt;All this while, Im kinda desperate to have one after looking at the pics of my friends with towers at the back. Theirs are Eiffel, Tokyo Tower and some in Seattle etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pics of us with...Menara Condong, Teluk Intan (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Org Teluk Intan, so Kar malu actually nak pose in front of the tower. Haha Sorry Kar that we made u do this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421296809364673314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SzxQuZAj0yI/AAAAAAAABMA/bM-uwNnnf8A/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This wasn't the first time we were in the same pattern shirt. Kan Syara kan?! That day, we were in checkered shirts. Me n Mek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421297029987102946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SzxQ7O5C8OI/AAAAAAAABMI/_kIzp-YZ_6k/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421297190088074322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SzxREjUF5FI/AAAAAAAABMQ/hL78eybjMSU/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Hasif's wedding reception too. Congratulations Hasif and wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421300288113425506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SzxT44W5PGI/AAAAAAAABMg/VQRZfWZaexg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to KL after that for our Monday blues.. Seems like only Mek love it. Hehe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421297329703800274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SzxRMrbEzdI/AAAAAAAABMY/NArmvwke3aY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See you all in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1929130519739617789?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1929130519739617789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1929130519739617789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1929130519739617789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1929130519739617789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/12/teluk-intan.html' title='Teluk Intan'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SzxQuZAj0yI/AAAAAAAABMA/bM-uwNnnf8A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2888442750826921155</id><published>2009-12-25T00:58:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:56:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Ive changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) The last time I read was Harry Potter first book, which only up to page 10 and after that I closed that thick book, keep it like forever, and continued with the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I just love Cecelia Ahern and Sophie Kinsella. I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) All this while I see actors with jaws are really good actors. Regardless whether they can actually act or not. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Heath Ledger definitely had both! xxx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; With strong jaws, everything is forgiven. But, I dunno what went wrong, Im not a fan of Robert Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer judge actors by the jaws. wt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Ive changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some part of me remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant stand the weird &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/06/on.html"&gt;ON-s&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everytime I saw the ads on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought people hate it, hoping no new &lt;em&gt;on-s&lt;/em&gt; created.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes ago,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I saw another &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; on TV.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ON KENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me, really.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is for those who accidentally shaved the whole of their eyebrows/kening.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Jason Biggs in My Best Friend's Girl. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having flu, and it's quite bad. The TV ad I saw just now had actually make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2888442750826921155?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2888442750826921155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2888442750826921155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2888442750826921155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2888442750826921155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-part-ii.html' title='ON (Part II)'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7742437467367845590</id><published>2009-12-18T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:55:00.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>After one terrible Wednesday I went through, I woke up on the next Thursday morning hoping for a better day. I was on leave so decided to have a good movie and big pop corns. Since Lely couldnt make to KLCC, I have no other way but to watch it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little that I know it was school holiday until I saw bunch of kids were everywhere in the mall. While queuing for the movie (Seriously, I never seen TGV that pack.) there was a young couple in front of me (Very young like they just learnt&lt;em&gt; x+x=2x&lt;/em&gt; in school), hugging and kissing as if no one was around. Beside the couple was a mom with 5 small kids who bought tickets of Princess and The Frog (cutest ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the mommy was busy arranging the drinks and pop corns for her kids in the bag, the innocent kids were staring at the stupid couple (they answered &lt;em&gt;x+x= 100x&lt;/em&gt;) who were having their own lovey dovey moments. You should see the kids’s faces. They looked so surprise and like what the hell this abang kakak bodo are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to snap their picture, I mean the kids’ pictures, (of course not that frog couple) as they were damn so cute, the mommy suddenly saw what the kids were looking at the couple, she straight away told her kids not to look.&lt;em&gt; ‘Eh jangan tengok. No, kids. Dont look. Nanti kita tgk the Princess and the Frog ok. No, jgn tengok yg ni.’&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent my afternoon with Avatar. Since I only have 2 choices between Avatar and Pulau Asmara (as others were fully booked) and cant really imagine me saying ‘Tiket- Pulau- Asmara- satu- please.- Pukul- 2.30 ok. Nak-seat-belakang’ (NUTS!!) so I chose the blue creature in posters, Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had no idea what Avatar was about at first. After almost 3 hrs in the Navi land the Pandora, the movie was amazing! I always thought Im kinda hate those fiction-aliens movies, but surprisingly, Avatar is a must watch movie, people. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416497066502977074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SytDYlfa9jI/AAAAAAAABLA/wH657iERZ9I/s320/avatar-review.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don’t know you, but to me, it was 4 stars out of 5. =)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I understand how Neytiri felt after Navi’s place was attacked. It’s all about back stabbed and trust. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7742437467367845590?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7742437467367845590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7742437467367845590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7742437467367845590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7742437467367845590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SytDYlfa9jI/AAAAAAAABLA/wH657iERZ9I/s72-c/avatar-review.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3096519844832549549</id><published>2009-12-18T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:08:59.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show</title><content type='html'>I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Or else my heart is going to pop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's too much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a lot&lt;br /&gt;To be something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Out of love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hot&lt;br /&gt;In the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just like a giant spotlight&lt;br /&gt;The people follow the sign&lt;br /&gt;And synchronize in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a joke&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;They've got a ticket to that show&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : True friends, thankss a zillion as Im enjoying the show as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&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/7212776748944191588-3096519844832549549?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3096519844832549549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3096519844832549549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3096519844832549549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3096519844832549549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/12/show.html' title='The Show'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-6788109791025019969</id><published>2009-12-18T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:28:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever I had insomnia..</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday when I told my father that Im going back to hometown this weekend (again), he was like 'What? No, have fun in KL, go out with your friends (Get a life!).' I replied 'Ok.' (which actually not ok.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had insomnia that night. haha I couldn't sleep so I browsed the latest pictures of Najib and the (not really) angels err.. ok, daughters. This was after we celebrated little Nurin's birthday, with 5 slices of cakes and a surprise present (from me), a packet of (diet) soya that she wanted it so much. Im a sweet sister, I know. Aaauuuww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5 slices which at first we thought they were enough for all of us. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416251924088201858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sypkba1NooI/AAAAAAAABKo/bNwTft8_cLQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dont be surprise, we wear all kinds of shower caps and wigs at home. =P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416252384121054130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sypk2Mll47I/AAAAAAAABKw/vTZobuX-VyA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When we wanted to take another picture that require more actions, (as usual) mommy said 'Ok, bye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416252811971387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SyplPGdD3zI/AAAAAAAABK4/TuyLSjgM_s8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mess with us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416251570483133026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SypkG1jMemI/AAAAAAAABKg/Pr64CKf0984/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Goodnight all. Go away insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7212776748944191588-6788109791025019969?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/6788109791025019969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=6788109791025019969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6788109791025019969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6788109791025019969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/12/whenever-i-had-insomnia.html' title='Whenever I had insomnia..'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sypkba1NooI/AAAAAAAABKo/bNwTft8_cLQ/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8150915625783514993</id><published>2009-12-11T00:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:17:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Again</title><content type='html'>At first I had this thing in mind to jot down here but the moment my fingers were on the laptop's keyboard, Titanic’s theme song was on air and everything turns into iceberg. HaHa&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I should shut my mouth up.&lt;br /&gt;(Shit, this iceberg song still tak habis-habis ni.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Waiting for the song to finish. I still hate the ending. Leonardo shouldnt die. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kate should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok at last, habis pun. And so the iceberg melted. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This update has nothing to do with Nur Kasih or my grey eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s about me reminding myself not to hate anyone. I decided to forgive and forget and end up happy.&lt;br /&gt;So this is how &lt;em&gt;my-not-to-hate-anyone-story&lt;/em&gt; goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when this fren annoyingly told me that my shirt is too small for me, which I don’t think so and later I was mad. How could someone say that to someone innocent? &lt;em&gt;(ehem)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I hate seeing this fren of mine in the office. Hoping that this fren is on leave forever. &lt;em&gt;Uncomfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this fren online and hello me, Ill take out the cable from my laptop. Haha &lt;em&gt;(everyone is emotional) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, uncomfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all the reports photocopying during lunch hour when the office is empty as this fren’s table is opposite that machine. &lt;em&gt;Very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When this fren wanted to join me for lunch, I said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This fren texted me, Ill switch off my phone. Like.. err.. 2 minutes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mean. I know. As time goes by, this fren didn’t text me anymore. This fren was outstation most of the time. This fren online but ignored me. During the annual dinner this friend ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saya yg hati tissue ini and terpaksa put away the ego-s wpun this fren’s mistake, and dalam hati ‘Hoi kerek ok. Fine. I’ll &lt;em&gt;Hie&lt;/em&gt; you first, sombong giler punya giler’. IHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;em&gt;Hie-d&lt;/em&gt; this fren. This fren&lt;em&gt; hie-d&lt;/em&gt; me back. N now we’re frens again.&lt;br /&gt;And Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know, weird n emotional. But Im happy we’re frens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413646895786731426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SyEjK0LDp6I/AAAAAAAABKQ/lLme8EF58Eo/s320/di.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;kosong-kosong ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story :&lt;/strong&gt; Put away the ego-s as long as u're happy n comfortable. So saya boleh photostate report bila bila masa saya suka. Yeay. Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8150915625783514993?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8150915625783514993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8150915625783514993' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8150915625783514993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8150915625783514993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-again.html' title='Friends Again'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SyEjK0LDp6I/AAAAAAAABKQ/lLme8EF58Eo/s72-c/di.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5722663159545319310</id><published>2009-11-28T00:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:14:34.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye-ing You =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All this while I envy those with grey eyes. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I bought this pair of grey eyes (?) and LOVING LOVING it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me seduce-ing..&lt;/em&gt; (Im kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408819371433627522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sw_8j6iNj4I/AAAAAAAABKA/0hPpqmfbCHY/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me surprise/smile-ing..&lt;/em&gt; (Im not kidding)&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408819580364606162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sw_8wE3PStI/AAAAAAAABKI/0rOrcCxBYFQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im phsyco, so I watch the final episode of Nur Kasih last night with this and feel like Im &lt;em&gt;her. &lt;/em&gt;Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5722663159545319310?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5722663159545319310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5722663159545319310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5722663159545319310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5722663159545319310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-this-while-i-envy-those-with-grey.html' title='Eye-ing You =P'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sw_8j6iNj4I/AAAAAAAABKA/0hPpqmfbCHY/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4599056001652768907</id><published>2009-11-24T20:19:00.037+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:04:18.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Of Elegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Monday, my senior asked me something but I was trying hard to recall it because I did the filing last Friday. She said it was just 3 days ago. N I replied, there was an audit annual dinner in between that made me lost almost half of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the story of our Audit Night of Elegance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I hope you like the intro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FEW DAYS BEFORE THE DINNER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The theme itself has made me cracking my head on how the H can I look elegant and spent much much time in front of the mirror. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks Aza for telling me what exactly elegant is. Love u.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407650358774283698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvVWbBBPbI/AAAAAAAABGw/GnHD6qXdumo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since the sleeve in light brown&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; (pic 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made my fat arms looks fatter, I decided to wear black &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(pic 2).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It looks dull, so I put some accesories of gold necklace and a clutch. And I hope this is what we call as elegant. Yeahh rite. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407653813517743714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvYfg8C9mI/AAAAAAAABHA/Nl1ho5vIbZ4/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FEW HOURS BEFORE THE DINNER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a session of rehearsal, and later we realize we love camera and talk more.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407660805170248898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Swve2e35vMI/AAAAAAAABH4/gutFQ2UOpEM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407656711116702466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvbILVeQwI/AAAAAAAABHQ/0WsoPAaUTWY/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with the dedicated committees and super talented performers for the night&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407659743321480114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Swvd4rLbW7I/AAAAAAAABHo/UsV5iQ0CRQg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407659050735043330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvdQXF9AwI/AAAAAAAABHg/c3wRfOWt0AQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407660390990933602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwveeX727mI/AAAAAAAABHw/CHSBHzoQ3Yg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AROUND 8 pm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While others went out, me and Candy were busy getting ourselves ready in the hotel room. As no one around, I helped to curl her hair. It was the first time me doing someone's hair with a hot stick that I almost burn her hair. But she trusted me. Thanks babe. To our surprise, I did quite well. See! That's Candy with her curls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407663655933776962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Swvhcay5FEI/AAAAAAAABIA/hBu4Hp5w4o4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was still not sure whether to wear the necklace because I think it makes me looks shorter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407664939394482242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvinIDxQEI/AAAAAAAABII/CZAeeRZkPdA/s320/DSC_0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes (all times actually) I hate the fact that my eyes are that &lt;em&gt;sepet&lt;/em&gt; whenever I smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE DINNER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun during the dinner, I tell u. Like super fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the craziest, funniest n coolest co-emcee, my dearest Muzammil!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407682097296892338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvyN2Oe4bI/AAAAAAAABJo/IsxhZi41aQw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We interviewed the 10 candidates of best dressed male and female. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Asri was the one in grey hat and vest.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407680845525062002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvxE_A0kXI/AAAAAAAABJY/URTWpX4SjQA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407684860101707858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Swv0uqeeyFI/AAAAAAAABJw/sbC2rSsHGp4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very entertaining performances by the sexayyy ladies. I enjoyed it soo very much. Well done girls!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407667513036568354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Swvk87n29yI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fe9FHAdmFUo/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Proudly, the hot babes...&lt;br /&gt;Saras, the eye-liner expert. I called her every mins especially the few last hour before the dinner hehe (Babe, u know y.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670272032143442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvndhrqeFI/AAAAAAAABIg/UPdY4MdHXTQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Farhana who wanted so much the best dressed title and she got it! Im so proud! xoxo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670130034259634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvnVQsutrI/AAAAAAAABIY/ZLGjqp_wM74/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nissy whom I miss everyday and now she's in Menara! Yeay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671138855933970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvoP-2j2BI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cob6PZgOYLA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With part of the audit clan.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407678283569008946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Swvuv2-5kTI/AAAAAAAABJI/FhdYvayvkVg/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407677711548514338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvuOkClgCI/AAAAAAAABJA/tiCLkyUINWM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with Dalila. Love her pink!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407681947851181698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvyFJf2ToI/AAAAAAAABJg/nXDp3wzLYBM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan is not only stand tall. He sit tall too. Haha He won the best dressed male. (Congrats!)Poor Asri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675438540297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvsKQbMk7I/AAAAAAAABI4/r42RWtEG4-0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pardayy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We just love dancing. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407679329213100290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvvsuT4MQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AzyYbFfg8-k/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;As per the big boss, it was a magic night! Haha I hope others really enjoyed and happy as me and my friends did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4599056001652768907?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4599056001652768907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4599056001652768907' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4599056001652768907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4599056001652768907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-of-elegance.html' title='The Night Of Elegance'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SwvVWbBBPbI/AAAAAAAABGw/GnHD6qXdumo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-6882033581619028649</id><published>2009-11-18T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:08:45.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly on Nur Kasih</title><content type='html'>I guess it has been almost a week I didnt write, n actually hoping for any messages from friends asking for updates, unfortunately there were none. Haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, my life was as normal as any other days. Nothing unexpected happen. Dun worry, I didnt go for any water rafting nor hiking in these few days. =P But kept myself busy with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Nur Kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been hearing ppl mentioning about Nur Kasih since Ramdhan this year. As I was actually tired repeating Gossip Girl all over again , I thought of watching Nur Kasih..and to tell you the truth, I love the series. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because of the meaningful scripts, perfect casts &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(rupanya yg itu ke Remy Ishak) ,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beautiful sceneries, great story line, nice soundtrack and 97% SUKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of pretty Nur Amina, I just bought 2 tudungs almost like hers. Haha Tried to find the veil she wears on her scenes in Makkah, but I think they are only sold in Makkah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tp kalau beli pun nak pakai pergi mana je.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who haven't watch it, u shud. Please put aside the fact that this drama is actually overrated. I admit that. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-6882033581619028649?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/6882033581619028649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=6882033581619028649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6882033581619028649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6882033581619028649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-guess-it-has-been-almost-week-i-didnt.html' title='Mostly on Nur Kasih'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2503441671149681009</id><published>2009-11-09T13:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:40:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CupCakes Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just dont get it why people nowadays are so into cupcakes. Some sell it online, and make really good money, and on my friend's 25th birthday, we had to order 25 pieces of the cakes and many make it as &lt;em&gt;hantaran&lt;/em&gt; on their weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So one free weekend, Mek, Kar and I decided to bake. We went to this one bakery shop in Shah Alam and bought the ingredients. As usual, Mek the scientist really cracked her head up, thinking about icing colours n she was mumbling to herself 'Ok, colour biru as primer, mix with yellow as the sekunder, boleh jd green.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Kar couldnt be bothered about the colour, but I was a bit excited choosing the sprinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And surprisingly, we had fun! Although we never thought that baking cupcakes is actually tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401972228649239170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvepHv8pwoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZJUpFAGV_78/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sangat taat-rajin-and-amanah-look. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401972752537388050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvepmPlUhBI/AAAAAAAABGg/fwSvQO_sMGM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401972454846149522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvepU6mMs5I/AAAAAAAABGY/mnWKc3ClOOU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think it wasnt that bad for us, the first timer. Ok, I know, the colour was so much goddy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I am soo looking forward for another baking session with Mek n Kar!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So..this is it!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we miss u MJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973425200156866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SveqNZcn0MI/AAAAAAAABGo/94KSGxgCbhY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dun worry, we'll improve our cuppie cakes soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2503441671149681009?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2503441671149681009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2503441671149681009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2503441671149681009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2503441671149681009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/11/cupcakes-weekend.html' title='CupCakes Weekend'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvepHv8pwoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZJUpFAGV_78/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1972255897824532375</id><published>2009-11-09T11:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:59:02.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuci The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Cuci was in cinema, I watched it twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that I bought the original dvd.&lt;br /&gt;So when Cuci was shown in Istana Budaya as the musical theatre, I had to make sure that I didnt miss it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus on the last weekend of October, three of us were on the 6th line from the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a perfect seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401965707580815874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvejMLEyOgI/AAAAAAAABGI/EapJElyzsR8/s400/101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Sarey and Ecah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With the combination of great Malaysian comedians, great lines of jokes, superb singers, the show was absolutely hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964003997961826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvehpAu-zmI/AAAAAAAABF4/pbVoLr4Zucw/s400/cuci22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the scenes where Awie offered his pisang goreng to Adibah Noor. (How can I hate this?! Even the company's name is after my mom's name Hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401959094368766322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvedLO8KiXI/AAAAAAAABFY/9iM8CqBDFak/s400/100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarey was the one in blue, yup, much taller. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401959538943869874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvedlHHIQ7I/AAAAAAAABFo/W6Gr5YE7nDk/s400/102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401965339312580546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Svei2vKy58I/AAAAAAAABGA/eAD_pWTPm-4/s320/IMG_2786.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the show, they had some authograph session. The queue was so long, so I just snap a pic of whole of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I was a lil bit vain that night, been staring at the mirror and snapping my own pic before went out. Hehe. Knowing that I'll be eye-to-eye with Hans Isaac, I hv to make sure that I was ok in every angle. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401962218762864450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvegBGNxB0I/AAAAAAAABFw/vIFvWHmVCV8/s400/200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And yup, you're correct, Hans didnt even notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1972255897824532375?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1972255897824532375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1972255897824532375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1972255897824532375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1972255897824532375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuci-musical.html' title='Cuci The Musical'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SvejMLEyOgI/AAAAAAAABGI/EapJElyzsR8/s72-c/101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7898404005753676059</id><published>2009-10-25T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:53:31.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 Days Of Summer</title><content type='html'>After years not seeing Gordon-Levitt on screen, I was hoping this a worth movie to watch on weekends after a long queue in TGV. But I was totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Nurin woke me up after seeing me dozzed off few times. It wasnt that funny but 3 ladies behind us were laughing so loud and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, 1.5 stars out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;1.5 was for Gordon for reminding me of Heath Ledger in 10 T.I.H.A.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZZzzZZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 orang sangap regretted on the movie they watched.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396548537370367154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SuRkTXcdVLI/AAAAAAAABFI/TEKXjRpmtFA/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And anyway, everything is so wrong with my facebook page. I re-activated it but I couldnt access to the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why oh why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe they had enough of physcos. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7898404005753676059?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7898404005753676059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7898404005753676059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7898404005753676059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7898404005753676059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 Days Of Summer'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SuRkTXcdVLI/AAAAAAAABFI/TEKXjRpmtFA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2005467396814820087</id><published>2009-10-22T20:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:33:39.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To N and S</title><content type='html'>Dear girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks u all hv been leaving us in Menara, here are some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) At first I feel bad for cancelling this afternoon lunch with &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;, but after remember how mean that he text me about my shirt, I thanked F after she : &lt;em&gt;'Tell him NO'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I bumped into P (pokok) in the washroom but neither of us said Hi. It was damn awkward, I felt like hiding, exactly like the time we were queieng err..queing oopps...ok, quieng &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I dont care, can u just ignore? but u get what I mean right?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for the photoshoot that later, was rejected. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) We think MS (M=model) is a nice guy. Regardless that he claimed himself a model. He said &lt;em&gt;Hi, tak balik lagi?&lt;/em&gt; to F. I was there. Very the gentleman. So N, sorry. I know u hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) F drove. We went back together and I reached home at 7. I shud hv just take the train. Haha *peace F* When we were in the car, there was this one song that I cudnt sing along, n F told me it's S n her song. Fine....... mine is always Debbie Gibson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Z wanna send N text on latest updates from Sh. But she accidentally sent it to Sh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) We miss u all everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395409527967147026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SuBYYSw9ZBI/AAAAAAAABFA/ykko6fYKB2A/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;P/s : N, ok, dah ada pic kau. Tak cut dah. Hehehe And Z, previous entry ada pic kau the day we went to M&amp;amp;M's reception. So I wont put it here again k. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&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/7212776748944191588-2005467396814820087?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2005467396814820087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2005467396814820087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2005467396814820087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2005467396814820087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-n-and-s.html' title='To N and S'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SuBYYSw9ZBI/AAAAAAAABFA/ykko6fYKB2A/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2682753337551526414</id><published>2009-10-21T21:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:09:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and Drown</title><content type='html'>Things are getting no better for me this October, but weird and depressing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not comfortable with myself lately. To my surprise, people really talk as if going out with an officemate is really really a big deal. It's ok. Noted.&lt;br /&gt;N it's even worse when they saw u n an officemate in one colour, they had this like-we-just-got-married-in-Thailand-look. Nightmare 1.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, Im tired of &lt;em&gt;'Tak ada apa-apa la. We r just officemate. So u girls out there, dont worry.'&lt;/em&gt; Adoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And now I adore people like err.. Fasha Sandha (!!??) on how she faces her stories like an &lt;em&gt;equin&lt;/em&gt; who had a press conference telling the whole reporters that he rejected her. OMG. Nightmare 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think deactivating my facebook profile is the best way to avoid all the gossips. Sorry, sometimes/&lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt; I'm&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;drama queen. Haha&lt;br /&gt;N u know what, the moment I deactivate the page, I was like saying 'Bye bye friends, Im no longer exist.' Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, as early as 9am, an auditee answered 'Open your drawer, take your calculator and use it.' when I asked the calculation of XXX. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my 2 nightmares, 1 sick imagination and 1 wtf-story, I am so down and drown.&lt;br /&gt;But I think no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope someone is an adopted son. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2682753337551526414?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2682753337551526414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2682753337551526414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2682753337551526414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2682753337551526414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/down-and-drown.html' title='Down and Drown'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4866754502144327270</id><published>2009-10-20T21:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:07:32.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss having a mirror + the girls + and a camera = ugly, i know.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677195433102258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/St2-U7ewy7I/AAAAAAAABEI/Y4ybQ0jcixE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679313321025026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/St3AQNOl3gI/AAAAAAAABEo/5DVOSPHtyt0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679424338204114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/St3AWqzJldI/AAAAAAAABEw/x6ebz0Rr9II/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679553258598642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/St3AeLEKsPI/AAAAAAAABE4/tg2--9bARZg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever we're together, we never grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4866754502144327270?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4866754502144327270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4866754502144327270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4866754502144327270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4866754502144327270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/us-again.html' title='Us, again.'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/St2-U7ewy7I/AAAAAAAABEI/Y4ybQ0jcixE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4376774035339092538</id><published>2009-10-19T21:02:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:39:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that another close friends of mine were getting married, I was totally happy n at the same time macam sayu sayu hati (kan Sarey kan?) Been knowing them very well since so many years back, I attended both receptions of...Man &amp;amp; Misya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Misya, Ive forgotten to snap any pics of u when u were on that purple kebaya. But u look great and there were others said the same thing too!! Hehe =)) Since pics kau aku tak dpt snap, here's the pic of me,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;En. Partner&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Zura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who attended ur reception.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (nak jugak upload pic diri sendiri =) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394304680547090226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/StxrhtY8fzI/AAAAAAAABC0/MBp5lqGMuIA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;N the very next day, I attended Man's reception. I fell in love with everything, from the card, pelamin, great food, marshmellows+chocs, meeting friends all over again, photo shoots...except for Man's shoes, because it was toooo cute for him haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394311750218557842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Stxx9N9-KZI/AAAAAAAABEA/lI4hy3DHVdc/s320/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like the card.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394306532411688658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/StxtNgH3xtI/AAAAAAAABDY/3wl5nbOyFKw/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394307706219225026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/StxuR05ZX8I/AAAAAAAABDo/8pxPtYdiYNg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Misya yg sampai hati purposely tak nak tgk my camera!! Fine..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394307351826544338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Stxt9MrmNtI/AAAAAAAABDg/HL9JqAfg5YE/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394306008179254226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Stxsu_NHo9I/AAAAAAAABDE/xLO_SMysT20/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394305182834333730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Stxr-8jjmCI/AAAAAAAABC8/UVmAC3_cgrU/s320/6916_1253497262590_1384313745_752714_2607463_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394309696985992306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/StxwFtFLjHI/AAAAAAAABDw/3FVYkiz4Bco/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394306257541282450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Stxs9gJqOpI/AAAAAAAABDM/kUFO3fOxmiE/s320/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Man, pls. Not this again. Hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The most congratulations to my Misya and Hilman!! Have fun with a new phase of life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4376774035339092538?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4376774035339092538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4376774035339092538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4376774035339092538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4376774035339092538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/m-big-day.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/StxrhtY8fzI/AAAAAAAABC0/MBp5lqGMuIA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8718802860583652830</id><published>2009-10-12T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:31:29.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Drama</title><content type='html'>Only God knows how speechless I was after knowing a cancelled plan of mine was exactly the same as the &lt;em&gt;ok-set!-proceed-&lt;/em&gt; plan of hers. Okay tak apa. Life is always full of drama I guess. Eh tak sedih tak sedih. Cuma Im quite surprise, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Mek, zip it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up eating all these as my dinner. I think Im able to finish it after this.&lt;br /&gt;Hi fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677113938786530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/StMVxM_suOI/AAAAAAAABCs/toztrcsAhdI/s320/IMG_2676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N owh, this morning, I had some discussion with my seniors. And so I jot down all the points that I assume were important. When they mentioned the reports' names to be checked, I write them down. As usual, sometimes my mind was somewhere else. Maybe Muar. Because I miss my family soo very badly..nak siram pokok..makan together..dgr bunyi ayam.. eh ok I cut the crap. Back to the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When senior 1 asked me what was the 2nd report as she forgotten all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I said : Early Morning Sickness Report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Senior 1 : Errr???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : Yup, it's Early Morning Sickness Report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Senior 2 : Sound like the same. But actually it's Early Warning Signals Report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : Oh yup..yup. Err.. I got the 'early' correct. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like soooo dumb..How could I really thought there is a banking report that sounds like a medical report!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a doctor, ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8718802860583652830?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8718802860583652830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8718802860583652830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8718802860583652830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8718802860583652830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-drama.html' title='Another Drama'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/StMVxM_suOI/AAAAAAAABCs/toztrcsAhdI/s72-c/IMG_2676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7645933850992014332</id><published>2009-10-08T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:03:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster, November</title><content type='html'>I wasnt feeling good these few days. My eyes were red everytime I read the BNM guidelines. Then a terrible headache. I seriously asked F &lt;em&gt;'I think the building is shaking again. Cant u feel it?'&lt;/em&gt; And I got &lt;em&gt;'I think ur head is shaking'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, settled down, tired like mad, I fall asleep at 8.30pm and woke up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a better day, I received a text from a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'If u want my opinion, I think your shirt is too small for you.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I reply him &lt;em&gt;'WTH wrong with u, Mr. Wrong?'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But all I did was..nothing. Maybe I was too surprised that people nowadays are being too outspoken. Close friends said nothing was wrong with the shirt &lt;em&gt;(I hope they r being honest. Haha N I know, they r! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;Thus I took it as S harrassment?&lt;br /&gt;What a weird first week of October I had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7645933850992014332?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7645933850992014332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7645933850992014332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7645933850992014332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7645933850992014332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/faster-november.html' title='Faster, November'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1885446764084729952</id><published>2009-10-04T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:53:47.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello October</title><content type='html'>I just realized that time really really flies. Celebrating the 1 January of 2009 with my friends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dvds and good food),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was actually so many months back (!!!) and surprisingly I can still remember every moments of it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind yourself that this gonna be a weird entry with weird updates. Haha. I cant think. U know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blur.. so I am so out of words.&lt;br /&gt;2) Im still thinking what actually happened to me this afternoon. I remember I was in the bus to KL, but was asleep before the driver started the engine and the next minute, I knew I was in Jln Hang Tuah KL. Still wondering what makes me soo tired, that I really fainted?&lt;br /&gt;3) After listening to the love songs in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red.fm&lt;/span&gt; for an hour, I have headache.&lt;br /&gt;4) I miss my sisters badly.&lt;br /&gt;5) Should I be angry or sad over this thing that I-dont-wanna-tell-u-but-let-me-keep-it-to-my self? Err.. decided to forgive and forget, so I stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;6) Kira baju kurung cukup tak untuk the weddings and more weddings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope for another happy and healthy October! Amin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1885446764084729952?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1885446764084729952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1885446764084729952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1885446764084729952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1885446764084729952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-october.html' title='Hello October'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8528361944278798626</id><published>2009-09-28T23:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:55:56.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my 3rd day of Raya, Zura, Shek and Adah came over to my house. I was so happyyyy after not seeing all of them for ages! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(But Zura tu exceptional lah. haha We were officemates few months back)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope that next year all of us can meet up again dengan Syedot and Faiz too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me how can I not to take pictures with all of them who were all the way from Batu Pahat Johor. I was so touched wokeys. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsDXxjVeTwI/AAAAAAAABCc/ebccpCMNj8k/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386542400633982722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsDXxjVeTwI/AAAAAAAABCc/ebccpCMNj8k/s400/g2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386541964822481922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsDXYLz6jAI/AAAAAAAABCU/ACNI-4WfP7k/s400/g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bersalaman di Hari Raya ke 3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386542670391839394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsDYBQQwiqI/AAAAAAAABCk/a3VU_9dwiVk/s400/g3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, thanks a lot for coming!&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/7212776748944191588-8528361944278798626?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8528361944278798626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8528361944278798626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8528361944278798626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8528361944278798626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-day-raya.html' title='3rd Day Raya'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsDXxjVeTwI/AAAAAAAABCc/ebccpCMNj8k/s72-c/g2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3872035889458430624</id><published>2009-09-28T16:44:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:45:52.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Raya 1430H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at how frequent most of us are using the internet and advance gadgets, I was actually quite surprised on how those technologies effecting our Raya nowadays. By the 2nd day of Raya, most of my friends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(including my sisters!! hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have already uploaded the Raya pictures in the Facebook. People can simply checking out each others' baju raya and cisss..tak boleh nak rahsia2 haha. I think, it's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Utk tak ketinggalan with the IT world, saya pun snap juga some raya pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first pic di pagi Hari Raya before bertolak to Arwah Yaii's house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386457557303976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCKnBTSY1I/AAAAAAAABBk/g3qXGz13L60/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At Yaii's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386450371363630258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCEEvlmbLI/AAAAAAAABBU/BW5HQh6FfYo/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386454507903683602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCH1hZmjBI/AAAAAAAABBc/RX2cugavxJI/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tgh2 itu ialah Bik Kaseh yg dlm team memasak masakan Hari Raya. Hehe Baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gold yellowish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;itu ialah Jihan. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386449303588725826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCDGl0OZEI/AAAAAAAABAs/RMmMx0JuAqE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As usual, whenever we were ready with a camera for more pose&lt;em&gt; (with props)&lt;/em&gt; Emak cakap 'Tak mahu la.' So here are the pictures with only the very 4 of us..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386450017798492722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCDwKdGkjI/AAAAAAAABBM/M4v3B7g6nV0/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Trying hard to show that we are not sepet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386449721838453186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCDe76uwcI/AAAAAAAABBE/CrsYKZFP0Xg/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386449543096664706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCDUiDXgoI/AAAAAAAABA8/8gXn6tzdJ6Y/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386449429105338466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCDN5Zt6GI/AAAAAAAABA0/NMApuSLV-5o/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope it's not too late for me to wish all and everyone of u a Happy Hari Raya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7212776748944191588-3872035889458430624?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3872035889458430624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3872035889458430624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3872035889458430624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3872035889458430624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-raya-1430h.html' title='Raya Raya 1430H'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCKnBTSY1I/AAAAAAAABBk/g3qXGz13L60/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2193567352210935964</id><published>2009-09-24T00:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:46:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night before I went back hometown for Raya, only God knows how hard I tried to sleep. Too excited to go back, it took me 3 hours of packing as I was unable to decide tudung mana nak bawa balik kampung n couldnt stop belek-belek the kuih raya yg comel2 tu. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On that day, my cousin promised to fetched me around 11. But I was 100% ready by 9.30 am. haha So I managed to take some pictures sebab tak tahu nak buat apa lagi while waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bukan alasan hehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384708903303437602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SrpUN9hI3SI/AAAAAAAABAM/TkEWhwTUuns/s400/blk+kg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah we managed to reach Muar few hours before berbuka. As usual, after breaking fast, me and my sisters ber-photo shooting di lorong kesayangan kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384711444635753570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SrpWh4t-nGI/AAAAAAAABAU/ip2RGBSlvoY/s320/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384707581774978402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SrpTBCcM3WI/AAAAAAAAA_8/DMtPXxSKgHc/s320/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384712700464430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SrpXq_C3fWI/AAAAAAAABAc/sw2fnnonvRg/s320/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lorong Bunga, we love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Bapak, WE LOVE YOU MORE! Sbb bagi idea utk pose. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Selamat Hari Raya!-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2193567352210935964?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2193567352210935964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2193567352210935964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2193567352210935964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2193567352210935964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/09/balik-kampung.html' title='Balik Kampung'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SrpUN9hI3SI/AAAAAAAABAM/TkEWhwTUuns/s72-c/blk+kg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5132203027986873483</id><published>2009-09-16T01:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:35:05.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suka Suka Monyet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saya rasa semua org yg pergi sekolah dari Darjah 1 to Form 5, mesti ada cinta monyet suka diam diam tak nak si monyet tahu cuma kwn rapat jer tahu n kwn rapat akan dgr cerita saya setiap hari about monyet 1 senyum kat saya or monyet 2 ckp hai or monyet 3 pinjam pencil regardless kwn rapat tu actually nak dgr ke tak or dah malas nk dgr tp saya nak cerita jugak n lepastu cerita dgn semangat, happy n perasan.&lt;br /&gt;But that was a LONGGG time ago in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly, mcm tu la my feelings after attending my school reunion last weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cant u see that i cant even stop typing?! Coz i am so happy!! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, semua org mmg ada suka suka monyet di sekolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kalau tak 1, mesti 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And..err..I had 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This story has nothing to do with the 1st and the 3rd m..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend I attended berbuka puasa with my schoolmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suka suka monyet no.2 pun ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ended up semangat, happy and perasan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~la la la la~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Susah nak jumpa. The last time we met was few months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After some comfortable chats, updates n jokes with no.2, i was and still SSM!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(suka suka monyet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry readers that u all really hv to bear with me, like my girlfriends always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tak nak dgr tapi terpaksa dgr the few lines of me yg sgt semangat, happy and perasan ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, lepas ni tak akan ada cerita mcm ni lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some photos during the iftar, ambil dari Teddy. I'll update those from my camera later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pls dont try to spot my suka suka monyet in the pics. Huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756782732838322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sq_XR7ZXBbI/AAAAAAAAA-w/t2ejcU5Oi9c/s400/10634_149750846688_716011688_3060652_8317457_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756661629746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sq_XK4QIfiI/AAAAAAAAA-o/upihbzz5ZJI/s400/10634_149750411688_716011688_3060642_5151719_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756874015519410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sq_XXPc2MrI/AAAAAAAAA-4/aQVIwILaKT4/s400/10634_149758086688_716011688_3060923_2740447_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thumbs up to Chet who organised this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kalau ada 5 bintang, saya bagi 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bukan sbb my craps just now wokey. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dinner was simple and yet we had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do hope for another iftar-ing next year, Insya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5132203027986873483?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5132203027986873483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5132203027986873483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5132203027986873483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5132203027986873483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/09/suka-suka-monyet.html' title='Suka Suka Monyet'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sq_XR7ZXBbI/AAAAAAAAA-w/t2ejcU5Oi9c/s72-c/10634_149750846688_716011688_3060652_8317457_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8001614788655545922</id><published>2009-09-09T21:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:39:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u remember&lt;em&gt; (it's ok if u dont),&lt;/em&gt; there was &lt;a href="http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuti-cuti-melaka.html"&gt;one of my entries on my Malacca trip with the girls.&lt;/a&gt; It was somewhere in January.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478018721522770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sqe-wZ7rJFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/fGu_4B8Ej9Q/s400/melaka3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Actually there's a story behind it. Err.. takde laa story sgt. Haha But we realized that it is a very small world after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that hot afternoon in Malacca, we had fun in Jonker street, Stadhuys etc -had ABC, jalan2 and took pictures here and there. N later, we saw a group of young photographers that menarik perhatian kami semua macam 'Eh comel comel.' 'Eh camera diorg macho nya!!' &lt;em&gt;(camera je yg macho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bukan nak perasan-tan, dari jauh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEY REALLY SNAPPED FEW PICTURES OF US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yg tgh serabai, bersweat n buruks tu! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, we took pics of them too. It wasnt that easy sbb mcm afraid that it's obvious. At least we tried.. hahah&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379474745451981650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sqe7x4DZq1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/2ZhFLcEyvow/s400/melaka2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our story, the next day, me and Aza decided to google for the pics. Hoping that they upload in the internet. So we tried :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Gambar Bandar Melaka&lt;br /&gt;2) Gambar Melaka Bersejarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Jonker Street pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Delicious ABC in Jonker Street pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Girls di Bandar Melaka pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Perempuan di Bandar Melaka pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Bandar Hang Tuah pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tak ada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time past by, we almost forget about that stupid story. Malas dah nak tahu n investigate siapa the photographers n we were no longer interested to see our candid pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But few months later..I received a call from Aza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excited 1 : 'DINAAA!! Guess what. One of the photographers is my fren's fren. Diorg ckp ada pics of us!!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Excited 2 : 'Seriioussss??!! Wowww ok.. yeayyy..JOMMM TGK!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gave us a link to that pic. Please imagine how excited I was. Mcam it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;miracle!Lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Like we can be friends with the photographers &lt;em&gt;(yeayy)&lt;/em&gt; and boleh la tgk the pic yg we were searching like what&lt;em&gt; (yeayy too).&lt;/em&gt; Hoping for a great candid photo, that worth their complicated cameras with the lenses and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But all I got was this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379464951219091394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sqey3xsT98I/AAAAAAAAA94/Pru226ydKbs/s400/melaka.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(I was the one in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; t-shirt. Ok. Shuushh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKSSSSRDSUSHFJKHF PHOTOGRAPHER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Nway, this is the same pic but from my camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379480256137581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SqfAyo9O0zI/AAAAAAAAA-g/pp3fKaQkY1Q/s320/n696848160_1482907_7662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8001614788655545922?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8001614788655545922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8001614788655545922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8001614788655545922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8001614788655545922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-small-world.html' title='What A Small World'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sqe-wZ7rJFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/fGu_4B8Ej9Q/s72-c/melaka3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7698266021025403814</id><published>2009-08-31T23:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:41:44.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tq Kar n Eeza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, Im not sure why am I sharing this with all of u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe because lately Im being too sensitive and easily touched. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So jgn buat apa2 sweet for this few days nnti I terus make it one blog entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friends knew that the last thing I ever wanted is spending my weekend in KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless we have better plans than me going back hometown. Mcm buat kek batik and masak for berbuka. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized everytime I was in KL on the weekend, theyll make sure that Im ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auuww.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(auwww kan??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last weekend, I was in KL with my sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On that Saturday afternoon, Eeza called and wanting me to join her with Milo to Pasar Ramadhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the very early of Sunday morning, Kar called, inviting me shopping Raya Raya with Julia too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, isnt that sweet???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup. it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks girls!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love Love&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376152828818917698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Spvug4P2iUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1TxkddJkHXw/s400/eeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;with Eeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376153176299703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Spvu1GtujnI/AAAAAAAAA9w/WQ4v5uCsCD0/s320/kar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with Kar n Mek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7698266021025403814?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7698266021025403814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7698266021025403814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7698266021025403814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7698266021025403814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/tq-kar-n-eeza.html' title='Tq Kar n Eeza!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Spvug4P2iUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1TxkddJkHXw/s72-c/eeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8038973617316385264</id><published>2009-08-30T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:37:22.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasar Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I went to Pasar Ramadhan. Ok, actually setiap hari. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi today jauh sikit sampai ke Putrajaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I notice that many bring cameras and snap pictures like Pasar Rmadhan tu satu hari sahaja. But Im kinda amaze on how people nowadays are so obsess in taking pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I have the skills too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried but no I dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So..no pictures in this entry of Pasar Ramadhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8038973617316385264?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8038973617316385264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8038973617316385264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8038973617316385264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8038973617316385264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasar-ramadhan.html' title='Pasar Ramadhan'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3491237314125315319</id><published>2009-08-29T00:29:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:51:33.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abg Manan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont ask me exactly who Abg Manan is, because all I know is he's Aza's officemates, loves photographing, has largest cameras Ive ever seen and married with 2 kids. And whenever Aza was unable to meet us for lunch, her reason would be 'Ada discussion dgn Abg Manan.' or 'Nak pi shopping dgn anak2 Abg Manan.' Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually I wont put someone's name as my entry title unless u're my friends at heart. But since all these pictures are Abg Manan's, and so.. err.. it's.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Abg Manan!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375055091235819378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgIIJFED3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/39XHlu-nldE/s400/IMG_0639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375083074348220306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Spghk-S9f5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/aIvxZZPXndA/s400/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053263805336418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgGdxXry2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/Gu_n1h67EhU/s400/IMG_5761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, i lovee all these &lt;em&gt;model-cannotbe&lt;/em&gt; pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375067461651930514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgTYMeGHZI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ykv6CnMXxwE/s400/us2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When one crap idea popped in my head..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Aza, let's try your mannequin pose. U as the mannequin, so pi blakang cermin tu.&lt;/div&gt;Aza : Ok. Cool.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375056526409584882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgJbrhJ0PI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Nx4jwehcN3Y/s400/IMG_5753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375081879961746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Spggfc3CO5I/AAAAAAAAA84/-lW9KcrWakY/s400/IMG_5759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But later.. me and Karina came up with stupidest idea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sometimes I do think, are we really 25?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375061709952552866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgOJZuGj6I/AAAAAAAAA74/pPbQvQ9sa1Y/s400/us1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And we got this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062151819006434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgOjHzRkeI/AAAAAAAAA8A/oc4dOzCWcX0/s400/IMG_5772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375082509735882274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpghEG847iI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kYo2UwERyEk/s400/IMG_5773.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried dozen times to buat2 muka like takut ada hantu kat belakang. We thought it was easy, but hell no. When all in front line berjaya dgn the takut expression, kt blakang pulak wasnt ready. So none were perfect. Haha. But Zai, u were grrreat! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgP8aVwl6I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UkaEdIOYaTY/s1600-h/IMG_5765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375063685803841442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgP8aVwl6I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UkaEdIOYaTY/s400/IMG_5765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375063262330509794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgPjwx2WeI/AAAAAAAAA8I/8lOTaK82S1Y/s400/IMG_5768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blew off the imaginary candles on Aza's birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375079613239200274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgebgqRChI/AAAAAAAAA8g/f-GC9fSLohc/s400/IMG_0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank God, we still manage to act our age.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375083192124768066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Spghr1DE_0I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/_gdCMxYN8cM/s400/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375056052732943346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgJAG712_I/AAAAAAAAA7g/PDggsYNXIvA/s400/IMG_0758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you really think it's easy to make that heart shape thing?&lt;br /&gt;Not really people, coz we took nearly 5 mins to teach Kar how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375080415738789314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgfKONE_cI/AAAAAAAAA8o/8B3ILWG96rQ/s400/IMG_0750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375080919728161090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgfnjtggUI/AAAAAAAAA8w/DkHTIO_aM9o/s400/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375085088336126898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgjaM_GI7I/AAAAAAAAA9g/XACfsTInNnQ/s400/us3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Whenever people ask me how's Aza's day, I dunno how to say it in words. So I upload the pics here. But a word to describe it is HAPPY!! Thanks for the pics &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially yg candid saya ni wpun mcm mama juwie, saya suka juga),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and really, pictures speak thounsand words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks girls, for the perfect heart shape we had.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054484436947234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgHk0k8ESI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8qaT9CVFmhA/s400/IMG_5890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3491237314125315319?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3491237314125315319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3491237314125315319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3491237314125315319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3491237314125315319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/abg-manan.html' title='Abg Manan!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpgIIJFED3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/39XHlu-nldE/s72-c/IMG_0639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5991425955932207322</id><published>2009-08-26T23:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:10:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengapa Mencari Yang Sempurna?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this entry will make u wondering what has happened to me lately. I dont know. Because I realized something changed in me. HAHAHA ok. cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, wanna share with all of u an email I got from Nisa that actually made my day. Sebab.. apa eh.. sebab.. haaa... sweet and made me think. hehe. So here it goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WANITA: MENURUT KAMU, SAYA INI SIAPA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LELAKI: (BERFIKIR SEJENAK, LALU MENATAP WANITA DENGAN PASTI) KAMU, TULANG RUSUKKU! KERANA ALLAH MELIHAT BAHAWA ADAM KESEPIAN.. SAAT ADAM SEDANG LENA TIDUR, ALLAH MENGAMBIL RUSUK ADAM DAN MENCIPTAKAN HAWA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEMUA LELAKI MENCARI TULANG RUSUKNYA YANG HILANG DAN SAAT MENEMUKAN WANITA UNTUKNYA, TIDAK LAGI MERASAKAN SAKIT DI HATINYA.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SETELAH BERKAHWIN, PASANGAN ITU MENGALAMI MASA YANG INDAH DAN MANIS UNTUK SEMENTARA. SETELAH ITU, PASANGAN MUDA INI MULAI TENGGELAM DALAM KESIBUKAN MASING-MASING DAN KELELAHAN HIDUP YANG ADA . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HIDUP MEREKA MENJADI MEMBOSANKAN... KENYATAAN HIDUP YANG KEJAM MEMBUAT MEREKA MULAI MENYISIHKAN IMPIAN DAN CINTA SATU SAMA LAIN.. MEREKA MULAI BERTENGKAR DAN PERTENGKARAN ITU MULAI MENJADI SEMAKIN PANAS... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PADA SUATU HARI PADA AKHIR SEBUAH PERTENGKARAN WANITA LARI KELUAR RUMAH. SAAT TIBA DI SEBERANG JALAN, DIA BERTERIAK &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'KAMU TIDAK CINTAKAN SAYA LAGI!!!'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LELAKI SANGAT MEMBENCI KETIDAKDEWASAAN WANITA DAN SECARA SPONTAN JUGA BERTERIAK &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'SAYA MENYESALI PERKAHWINAN INI! KAMU, TERNYATA BUKAN TULANG RUSUKKU!!!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TIBA-TIBA WANITA TERDIAM, DAN BERDIRI KAKU UNTUK BEBERAPA SAAT. LELAKI MENYESALI AKAN APA YANG SUDAH DIA LAFAZKAN, TETAPI SEPERTI AIR YANG TELAH TERTUMPAH TIDAK MUNGKIN UNTUK DICEDUK KEMBALI. DENGAN BERLINANG AIR MATA, WANITA KEMBALI KE RUMAH DAN MENGAMBIL BARANG-BARANGNYA, BERTEKAD UNTUK BERPISAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'KALAU SAYA BUKAN TULANG RUSUKMU, BIARKAN SAYA PERGI. BIARKAN KITA BERPISAH DAN MENCARI PASANGAN SEJATI MASING-MASING'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIMA TAHUN BERLALU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LELAKI MASIH BELUM LAGI BERKAHWIN, TETAPI BERUSAHA MENCARI KHABAR AKAN KEHIDUPAN WANITA. WANITA PERNAH KE LUAR NEGERI TETAPI SUDAH KEMBALI. DIA PERNAH BERKAHWIN DENGAN SEORANG ASING DAN BERCERAI. LELAKI AGAK KECEWA BILA MENGETAHUI WANITA TIDAK MENUNGGU SEPERTINYA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAN DI TENGAH MALAM YANG SUNYI, DIA MEMINUM KOPINYA DAN MERASAKAN SAKIT DI HATINYA. TETAPI LELAKI TIDAK SANGGUP MENGAKUI BAHAWA DIA MERINDUKAN WANITA. SUATU HARI, MEREKA AKHIRNYA BERTEMU KEMBALI. DI AIRPORT, TEMPAT DI MANA BANYAK TERJADI PERTEMUAN DAN PERPISAHAN, MEREKA DIPISAHKAN HANYA OLEH SEBUAH DINDING PEMBATAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LELAKI: APA KHABAR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WANITA: BAIK..... KAMU SUDAH MENEMUI TULANG RUSUKMU YANG HILANG? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LELAKI: BELUM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WANITA: SAYA AKAN TERBANG KE NEW YORK DENGAN PENERBANGAN BERIKUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LELAKI: SAYA AKAN KEMBALI 2 MINGGU LAGI. TELEFON SAYA KALAU KAMU BERKESEMPATAN. KAMU TAHU NOMBOR TELEPON SAYA KAN ? TIDAK ADA YANG BERUBAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WANITA TERSENYUM MANIS, BERLALU DI HUJUNG LAFAZ &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'SELAMAT TINGGAL..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SATU MINGGU KEMUDIAN, LELAKI MENERIMA KHABAR WANITA ADALAH SALAH SEORANG KORBAN MENARA WTC... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MALAM ITU, SEKALI LAGI, LELAKI MENEGUK KOPINYA DAN KEMBALI MERASAKAN SAKIT DIHATINYA. AKHIRNYA DIA SEDAR BAHWA SAKIT ITU ADALAH KERANA WANITA,TULANG RUSUKNYA SENDIRI YANG TELAH DENGAN BODOHNYA DIA PATAHKAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KITA MENEMPIASKAN 99% KEMARAHAN WALAU KEPADA ORANG YANG PALING KITA CINTAI. DAN AKIBATNYA ADALAH PENYESALAN. SERINGKALI PENYESALAN ITU DATANG DI KEMUDIANNYA, AKIBATNYA SETELAH KITA MENYEDARI KESALAHAN KITA, SEMUA SUDAH TERLAMBAT... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KERANA ITU, JAGALAH DAN SAYANGILAH ORANG YANG DICINTAI DENGAN SEPENUH HATI... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEBELUM MENGUCAPKAN SESUATU BERFIKIRLAH DAHULU, APAKAH KATA-KATA YANG KAU UCAPKAN AKAN MENYAKITI ORANG YANG DICINTAI, KIRA MERASAKAN AKAN MENYAKITINYA, SEBAIKNYA JANGAN PERNAH DILAFAZKAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KERANA SEMAKIN BESAR RISIKO UNTUK KEHILANGAN ORANG YANG DICINTAI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JADI BERFIKIRLAH, APAKAH KATA-KATA YANG AKAN DILAFAZKAN SEBANDING DENGAN AKIBAT YANG AKAN DITERIMA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAK PERLU RUMAHTANGGA SEINDAH NABI ADAM,JIKA TIDAK PANDAI MENGHARGAI HAWA, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAK PERLU MENCARI TEMAN SECANTIK BALQIS, JIKA DIRI TAK SEINDAH NABI SULAIMAN, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENGAPA MENGHARAP TEMAN SETAMPAN NABI YUSUF,JIKA KASIH TAK SETULUS ZULAIKHA, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAK PERLU DIRI MENJADI SETEGUH NABI IBRAHIM, JIKA TAK SEKUAT HAJAR, MENGAPA DIDAMBA TEMAN HIDUP SE-ISTIMEWA SITI KHADIJAH, JIKA DIRI TAK SE-SEMPURNA RASULULLAH S.A.W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa To All Muslims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and Selamat Berbuka too. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(Kuih bangkit, tart nenas and air kosong. Nyum Nyum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374297775297518338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpVXWjXH2wI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Dy2q_mnjFJ0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5991425955932207322?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5991425955932207322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5991425955932207322' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5991425955932207322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5991425955932207322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/mengapa-mencari-yang-sempurna.html' title='Mengapa Mencari Yang Sempurna?'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SpVXWjXH2wI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Dy2q_mnjFJ0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7020100068570906377</id><published>2009-08-18T21:10:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:40:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aza's Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aza started off by leaving a note on his car with her phone number. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Aza, dont kill me for this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Luckily, he called back and since then, they are the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sweetest couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wtf. come on Dina. Pls continue typing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in UitM. And last weekend, on her birthday, they got engaged, finally. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aza n Hazree, congratulations on your engagement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371291226270006866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Soqo6Xb-_lI/AAAAAAAAA6g/LwcxiRqZ3aE/s320/aza4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371291402343775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoqpEnXPfUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/CPOuYMpy5lE/s400/aza5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371291069605682162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoqoxP0TG_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Hh6S0LVoKhg/s400/aza3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, rileks..rileks..Porche &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(is the spelling correct?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ni bukan hantaran from Hazree. Hazree bg semua dalam dulang. Hehe. This is K.Shima's. Kami semua yang jakun terus nak pose at her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371290923390500706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoqoovH4f2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/76eNJS6XXu0/s400/aza2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So to all yg tak pernah tgk me driving, exclusively, Dina in a white Porche. All this while, Ive been dreaming of white Proton Savvy, that day, my dream&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;almost come true, I tried a WHITE Porche instead. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296918293609634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoquFr4KfKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/MzdcIPkBLak/s400/aza6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kak Shima, thank you v much. Remember, STRATEGY! HAHA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To Aza-Si-Tunangan-Orang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ahahah),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; congratulations again n happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371328060049667858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SorKaX9ZNxI/AAAAAAAAA64/Eg1agLIW-TU/s200/aza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak ckp : Aik Dina.. every weekend pun asyik pergi wedding/engagement kawan je?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Itu la. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That's all. Tak tahu nak ckp apa lagi?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam hati, Mak should see my wedding list. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oct 2009 : Hilman &amp;amp; Misya, Dewi, Hied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 2010 : Ateh &amp;amp; Abul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mar 2010 : Aza &amp;amp; Hazree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apr 2010 : Karina &amp;amp; Syed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I miss anyone's important date, sorry ya. Do let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If Im invited lah hehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7020100068570906377?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7020100068570906377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7020100068570906377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7020100068570906377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7020100068570906377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/azas-engagement.html' title='Aza&apos;s Engagement'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Soqo6Xb-_lI/AAAAAAAAA6g/LwcxiRqZ3aE/s72-c/aza4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-661077541089874282</id><published>2009-08-13T23:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:30:16.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shoulder To Cry On</title><content type='html'>Saras (S) and Farhana (F) are quite worried that I dont know Eminem's latest song. They said that Im moving backwards as the last I remember was &lt;em&gt;Slim Shady&lt;/em&gt; and not &lt;em&gt;We Made U&lt;/em&gt;. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves Lady Gaga but I was like err...&lt;em&gt;Poker Face&lt;/em&gt; was a bit annoying at times. Because I end up counting how many 'Po' repeated in that song. Surprisingly, S n F tried to count the 'Po' too. We concluded there are 11 &lt;em&gt;Pos&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry girls that I disclose this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate to know that Im still on Debbie Gibson, Cyndi Lauper, NKOTB 's (and other 80's) songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just wanna share with all of u my song of the day. It's &lt;em&gt;'A Shoulder To Cry On'&lt;/em&gt; by Tommy Page. &lt;em&gt;(Yes, Page's song on my page) &lt;/em&gt;N dedicate this to all my close friends, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(u know who u are, owh including Hani n Nurin too, ok jgn geli n yucks pls.. tonite akak mcm homesick nak balik!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; every lines of the lyrics r for u all.. Sob sob isk..isk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Shoulder To Cry On&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life is full of lots of up and downs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And the distance feels further when you're headed for the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And there is nothing more painful than to let you're feelings takeyou down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's so hard to know the way you feel inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When there's many thoughts and feelings that you hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But you might feel better if you let me walk with you by your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And when you need a shoulder to cry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you need a friend to rely on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When the whole world is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You won't be alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cause I'll be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll be your shoulder to cry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll be a friend to rely on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When the whole world is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you won't be alone, cause I'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All of the times when everything is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And you're feeling like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's no use going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You can't give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope you work it out and carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Side by side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With you till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll always be the one to firmly hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no matter what is said or doneour love will always continue on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;everyone needs a friend to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When the whole world is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you won't be alone cause I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll be your shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll be the one you rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when the whole world's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you won't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cause I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And when the whole world is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You'll always have my shoulder to cry on....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(P/s : If only MJ is still alive, Im dedicating this to him too =) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-661077541089874282?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/661077541089874282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=661077541089874282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/661077541089874282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/661077541089874282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoulder-to-cry-on.html' title='A Shoulder To Cry On'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4335898146692514491</id><published>2009-08-11T21:37:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:57:06.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisa's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Friday wasn’t like any other normal Friday. I reached 18th floor and everyone was staring, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;As early as 8.30 am, I got ‘Merah kak?’ An hour after that ‘Ada kerja kawen ke?’ then ‘You jadi pengapit ker?’ ‘Wah..nanti org confuse siapa nak nikah ni.’ Things were getting worse everytime I walked with Farhana to 4th floor. I think I knew why...&lt;br /&gt;On a casual Friday, when everyone was wearing t-shirts and pants, we were on a shocking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and black kebaya with shining brooches. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368703773096993202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF3oxO-4bI/AAAAAAAAA4g/PQwiXnVxdGw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We were not into that kind of attention wokayy. We were in those for our NISA yang bernikah di petang Friday yg aman damai itu! Puan Nisa, CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;And these 3 hot ladies began the journey to Seremban immediately after work. Oh yup, not forgetting Sashi! Thanks ya for showing us the way n informed us that no road blocks on highway and to take the ticket first for the Plus highway and pay on the exit. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stucked in traffic jam for hours.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368703044312982674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF2-WTVZJI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ahCjL8coCq4/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saras couldn’t do anything but continue driving..&lt;br /&gt;Farhana with her camera..&lt;br /&gt;And me kira cash collected for Nisa ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702557703820706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF2iBiq1aI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7vw6jFNeXNo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here are the pictures at Nisa's, dgn pelamin cantik2, food yg sgt nyummy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705676062988290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF5XiVbmAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/UaTdy8Swz84/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368706435861113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF6Dwza68I/AAAAAAAAA4w/A_G5fC0qNWo/s400/IMG_2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368706615612310338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF6OObcg0I/AAAAAAAAA44/-J3kHwax1U4/s400/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368723924426625170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoGJ9uyXEJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/1TlzY9u6zsw/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelamin nikah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368708729870215730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF8JSpz6jI/AAAAAAAAA5A/qrL5Y1QFSYs/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368713983742834834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoGA7G2p-JI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8qK8CjrTXdQ/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368711230423244210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF-a18HHbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/RpGGB2TRIsw/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368712566019764290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF_olbIsEI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/FbAGTVHTkaY/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nisa and Boboy (eh, boleh ke aku pun panggil boboy? is that ok with u? hehe) CONGRATULATIONS again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368730112799065970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoGPl8RUx3I/AAAAAAAAA54/ar08WJHouQI/s400/DSC03128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nisa, we really really miss u!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368719875712582802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoGGSEJthJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/JQ3XG6ZZBTE/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4335898146692514491?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4335898146692514491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4335898146692514491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4335898146692514491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4335898146692514491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/nisas-day.html' title='Nisa&apos;s Day'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SoF3oxO-4bI/AAAAAAAAA4g/PQwiXnVxdGw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-9076260559074681618</id><published>2009-08-06T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:14:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unlike my previous entries, this one will be my emotional crap. Take note the word before crap there.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, after weeks not updating, uve to bear with this kind of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, suddenly I decided not to tell the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let u all know that a thing bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that Im not a good friend/&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I neither listen nor respond.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling like everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im too blur and too psycho for u to call me friend/&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Ill be back when Im happy. I cant even type ‘Hahaha’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366852204521595586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SnrjpSyIIsI/AAAAAAAAA4A/qXAnAsZokiM/s200/masked.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having my own sweet time with an aloevera mask. &lt;em&gt;Sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-9076260559074681618?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/9076260559074681618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=9076260559074681618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9076260559074681618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9076260559074681618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SnrjpSyIIsI/AAAAAAAAA4A/qXAnAsZokiM/s72-c/masked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-9112793289310684949</id><published>2009-07-10T22:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:50:55.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Too Short To Hate Anyone</title><content type='html'>To Aida, thanks for the email u sent me - the one u put the title as 'U guys must read this'.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought it was about with MJ, his kids or even Joe Jackson. Because lately, anything to do with Jackson, people/I read.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aida's email, she sent me 50 things we must always remember. One of them really left a dot in me, which is 'LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO HATE ANYONE'.&lt;br /&gt;Having too much  'Heal The World', 'Will You Be There', 'We R The World' and 'Ill Be There' in my head, I decided to remember- not to hate anyone even this one kakak senior (KS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was like this..&lt;br /&gt;A day before I received this email, I went to work as usual, with a mood that I tried to describe, but I just cannot. Ok Ill try, -like a mood u have to wake up early, take the train which I always have to stand with heels n reach office and do audit. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;So on that day, at 10pm, we had a department meeting, attended by all auditors. I sat at the back of the hall with Farhana and after almost an hour the boss was explaining something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I heard procurement and cost cutting)&lt;/span&gt; in front, we get bored and started to whisper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes, whispering like Enrique whispered in his first line of Hero's song, that sexy whispers '...let me be your hero..')&lt;/span&gt; about whether is it ok to paint a house in light brown..bla..bla..&lt;br /&gt;Never expected our whispers distracted KS who sat infront of us, n to our surprise, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dsfhuidfh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eh eh jgn tak suka. Remember, life is short to hate her!)&lt;/span&gt; KS turned back and.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(imagine this, muka bengis tak boleh blah, cakap dgn tegas juga tak boleh blah) &lt;/span&gt;'BOLEH TOLONG SENYAP SIKIT TAKK??!' and the whole 2 lines were like looking at us. F! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eh jgn jgn. Suka. Tak hate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like HELOOOOOOOO.. gelabah habis. I think boleh je if her harsh evil words tu dilembutkan mcm 'Shhuushh.. tone down ye adik2. Sebenarnye akak pun nak join korg.'&lt;br /&gt;Since life is too short..KS, i dont hate u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the aunties who keep on comparing your kids with me, who show off for things that I dont even bother, Im trying hard not to hate u all too. But u all are physcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate to know Jon and Kate filed for divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7212776748944191588-9112793289310684949?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/9112793289310684949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=9112793289310684949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9112793289310684949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/9112793289310684949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-too-short-to-hate-anyone.html' title='Life Is Too Short To Hate Anyone'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8219345652994345236</id><published>2009-06-16T20:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:33:03.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Living in today’s world, you can actually have everything on-line, from e-shopping to income tax e-filing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting those ON-craps, which I wonder WOE (who on earth) will subscribe them.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember, there are a few that annoyed me every time they are advertised on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for those who are not aware of what ON is about, let me put it this way,&lt;br /&gt;1) If you feel like laughing and you don’t have friends with A-grade jokes, you can always type &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘ON-LAWAK’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;‘ON-JENAKA’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on your mobile phone and send it to a number which I don’t even care to remember. Later, all jokes from A graded to E grades will be sent to your mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you think ghost stories can make u sleep better, u have to send &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘ON-HANTU’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they will text you all those ghost stories, pictures etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And whenever you need kasih and cinta (shit, did i really type this??!) just type &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;‘ON-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CINTA’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘ON-KASIH’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they will send you kasih and cinta. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And even worse, if you don’t have friends, send ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ON-KAWAN’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they’ll send you handphone numbers of those who don’t have friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I admit that I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; physco, but I will never ever subscribe the &lt;em&gt;ONs &lt;/em&gt;even if the list continues to ON-TIDUR, ON-REHAT, ON-GARDENING, ON-BADMINTON, ON-BALIK KAMPUNG EVERYWEEK, ON-CARA CARA TAK HOMESICK, ON-CYCLING, ON-LAGU AIZAT, ON-KEBAYA HIJAU TAK SHRINK, ON-KURUS TAK PAYAH PI GYM etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, this &lt;em&gt;i-never-heard-this-on-before,&lt;/em&gt; really really turned me on. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;Tadi punya a very hot afternoon, after lunch when everyone was staring at their laptop, files and reports which actually their mind were somewhere else &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mine was at home, sleeping),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nisa called me, she received this text and wanted me to look at it. So she forwarded to me immediately after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347910200688214146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SjeX_jq1gII/AAAAAAAAA30/EelZJ5YC9p8/s400/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Phone Nisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nisa really hebohkan. She told one of her department's heads. Ish..ni yang nak &lt;em&gt;on-marah&lt;/em&gt; ni! Thanks Nisa!! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8219345652994345236?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8219345652994345236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8219345652994345236' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8219345652994345236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8219345652994345236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/06/on.html' title='ON'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SjeX_jq1gII/AAAAAAAAA30/EelZJ5YC9p8/s72-c/DSC00252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3074955182932700768</id><published>2009-06-11T20:45:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:14:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must-Read-Update</title><content type='html'>I think I know what makes me bersemangat to update this blog with smile and more smile. It is when 2 (TWO) out of 242 friends (total of friends in my facebook), said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend 1 :&lt;/strong&gt; Dina, entry kau comel. Aku suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend 2 :&lt;/strong&gt; Seumur hidup aku, aku baru jumpa 2 je blog best. Your blog and ada satu blog jual barang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what actually they had in mind when they said those, Im touched!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to the other 240 friends, dont bother to read this.. It's just a dont-mind-to-share-no-one-actually-cares-and-another-craps-update-of-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Long-time-no-see-fren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing auditors, you can actually see each other like once a month and the rest, we travel like mad. After like for months not seeing this friend of mine, which I hope she'll ask me 'Hi Dina how are u? U look slim unlike last month so u can stop your diet.' but instead,i got.. 'DINAAA! Long time no see! I forgot to tell u this since the 1st day I saw u. I like your teeth!!! They are sooo... errr they are soo yours.' 'Bongokkkkk u. hahha!!' 'I puji, u bongok i?' 'My bongok means thank you, i like u. Yes, my teeth are really mine. I dont share it with others.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;2) Team leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what my department head sees in me, she was sooo confident, assigned me as the leader for this one audit assignment. My respond was ' WHATT?? ME?? ALONE?? OMG!'. Sorry boss, I knew she expected 'OK, I will try my best. I can do it!' But that&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; 'what-me-alone-omg'&lt;/span&gt; was my way of 'Thank you for trusting me, Ill do my best. Dina can do this. She was one of the top 5 prefects during her primary school. So dont worry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Panggilan Hangit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what so great with the programs of this radio station called Panggilan Hangit. Tipu pastu buat orang sakit hati yg dengar lagi la annoyed. Or am I the only one who feels that? Dont u think it is sooo sooo KLDHSUDH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont want my readers rasa bosan dgn membebel je words je tp gambar takde bosan2.. So a pic I can share. Not a new update, it is as always, Dina - homesick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346066949637803858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SjELkOaeD1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/vgazw9yUWl4/s400/adik2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Im the one with red tudung, and a peace. Pls jgn tersilap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3074955182932700768?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3074955182932700768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3074955182932700768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3074955182932700768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3074955182932700768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-read-update.html' title='A Must-Read-Update'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SjELkOaeD1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/vgazw9yUWl4/s72-c/adik2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5913608116817648748</id><published>2009-06-10T22:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:41:37.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wanna type, hoping that I have dozens of stories to share but I have none.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did my laundry, had my dinner, called my sisters and still nothing to update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup, hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh tak boleh jadi ni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, for the sake of updating, I'll upload pics that I will never ever upload in facebook sbb these are soooo uncool. Posing macam esok tak kerja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was at 1 am on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here it goes..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345706361087435458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_DnNYposI/AAAAAAAAA2c/EQ3f8SGUPuM/s400/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345706222566161090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_DfJWmusI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mB0nXpc_8f0/s400/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707536030579138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_ErmY7OcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/X_X4ycZNxJI/s400/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345706746203609154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_D9oDgGEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Dc29XIcpL3I/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707762309072306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_E4xV7BbI/AAAAAAAAA3M/m6j5A1FQAaI/s400/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Enough with model wannabe pics lah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dont know why I am so kind to share..the model-&lt;em&gt;cannotbe&lt;/em&gt; pics..&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE REPUTATION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707920835304850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_FB_5hXZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/l9YRr0ubxbw/s400/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708202955224930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_FSa4Jt2I/AAAAAAAAA3c/1IEHbG_Fl1w/s400/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mannequins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707154042903298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_EVXX92wI/AAAAAAAAA20/aqyrI3pR3RE/s400/IMG_2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People cheese, but we CHEEEEEEZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEYYYYYYY-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707396291644242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_Ejd0kS1I/AAAAAAAAA28/nl5-8SL4MPI/s400/IMG_2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnitesss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I still wanna type, but I cant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5913608116817648748?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5913608116817648748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5913608116817648748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5913608116817648748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5913608116817648748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-update.html' title='Not An Update'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Si_DnNYposI/AAAAAAAAA2c/EQ3f8SGUPuM/s72-c/IMG_2224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1774974361913134261</id><published>2009-06-06T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:07:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Caller</title><content type='html'>About last 2 days, when I was emotionally unstable n homesick, I received this call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rude caller : Hoi ni sape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Helo? WHAT? Again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Physco caller : Saya tanye ni sape, jawablah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : U call saya utk tnye itu ke? Sory saya tak kenal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bengong caller : Phone number awak ada dalam handphone saya, tu yang saya nak tnye sape awak. Tu pun susah ker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Sorry, all this while saya tak pernah ada kawan se rude u okay. Dont bother to know who am i. Just delete my number.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stupid caller : FINE! FINE!&lt;/span&gt; (jerit ok, jerit!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and blur at the same time. This ***hole guy, was shouting like i dont know.. At first I was so mad that this type of person exist that they dont even know how to talk to people ke apa dia tak tahu ke I was so down that time pastu pi jerit jerit macam kita ni kucing dia pastu trus tnye ni sapa ape masalah hoi saiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u receive any calls from this number, he's the one that I described above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;0176583203&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1774974361913134261?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1774974361913134261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1774974361913134261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1774974361913134261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1774974361913134261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/06/rude-caller.html' title='Rude Caller'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-24124737134058849</id><published>2009-06-02T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:31:57.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-24124737134058849?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/24124737134058849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=24124737134058849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/24124737134058849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/24124737134058849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/06/he.html' title='He'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-75500677996162722</id><published>2009-05-27T22:52:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:58:35.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fats Fats, We Hate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell u the truth, I'm a bit disturbed knowing the fact that the green kebaya is shrinking. Err.. okay okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually... I'm a bit disturbed n depress knowing the fact that the OWNER of the green kebaya has put on weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is the prove, Im not making up stories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340522711644082690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sh1ZHGZzkgI/AAAAAAAAA1k/OlmivqAo4zQ/s400/ihatethispic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Please do not stare. Dah dah.. teruskan reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know who to blame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stanley n K.Leng - who keep asking me to eat their biscuits, asam shanghai and kacang shanghai. Thanks for the fats, people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2) Saras - who keep telling me that I look okay, so I end up &lt;em&gt;tapau &lt;/em&gt;nasi kerabu Mak Wan for lunch n able to finish it. Seriously, licin. (FYI, the portion is like for 3 orang.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3) Nisa - who put all the cupcakes, lollypops and the chocolates on my table, I hate u. But anyway, thanks darling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525224459442514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sh1bZXXrGVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lGE8i86HbwA/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4) Yes, me myself .. for keeping all these in the drawer..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340524925146396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sh1bH8V4eDI/AAAAAAAAA10/oyENWqFoWL0/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and having a transparent jar..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525074579500530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sh1bQpBgrfI/AAAAAAAAA18/_1lTawI7tsw/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P/s : Dear lunchmates, starting next week, I wanna ganti my puasa for 10 days. N will spend the lunch time in the 'L'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My chocolates, cookies are all yours! xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope it works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-75500677996162722?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/75500677996162722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=75500677996162722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/75500677996162722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/75500677996162722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/fats-fats-we-hate-you.html' title='Fats Fats, We Hate You'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sh1ZHGZzkgI/AAAAAAAAA1k/OlmivqAo4zQ/s72-c/ihatethispic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-598717156729233930</id><published>2009-05-23T03:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:38:24.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Kebaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Shb4Gk4-hNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/FWjRdraZev4/s1600-h/greenkebaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338727200159859922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Shb4Gk4-hNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/FWjRdraZev4/s400/greenkebaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I purposely edited the picture this way, as if it was taken a decade ago. But actually..this was when I can still fit in this green kebaya, on the last Nov, to be specific, Nov 2008, on my cousin's wedding. N yup, it's not even a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately/surprisingly/sad to say/guess whattt, I tried it just a couple of minutes ago, and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I CANT EVEN BUTTON IT! And the kain too was so tight that I need to lift it a bit to walk. Wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I planned to wear this on my friend's wedding this SUNDAY, and H yeah, it's a 'NO WAY GURL, YOU LOOK JUST LIKE A &lt;em&gt;NANGKA.'&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;busuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.ok. Hold on.. ker memang this type of cotton, it shrink after wash? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or, human body memang gemuk after makan? Hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh..eh..moody2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenapa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the gym instructor yang poyo kepoh tu has given me a wrong instructions. Im so not gonna buy your words again, Mr. Instuctor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye bye kebaya hijau ku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-598717156729233930?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/598717156729233930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=598717156729233930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/598717156729233930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/598717156729233930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-kebaya.html' title='The Green Kebaya'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Shb4Gk4-hNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/FWjRdraZev4/s72-c/greenkebaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-534193983878251958</id><published>2009-05-20T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:58:02.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Decide</title><content type='html'>I need your opinion.. Coz I cant decide. If you give me 1 hour, in the end, Ill say 'I DONT KNOW'.&lt;br /&gt;If u were in my shoes, which one should I choose for this coming weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A) Balik kampung halaman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dah beli tiket pergi balik, RM 16 each.&lt;br /&gt;- Boleh main badminton + fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;- Spend time with family.&lt;br /&gt;- Tiket to KL 4pm on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- Tak pergi to my fren's wedding on that Sunday night.. tak sempat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B) Balik kampung halaman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dah beli tiket pergi balik, RM 16 each.&lt;br /&gt;- Boleh main badminton + fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;- Spend time with family.&lt;br /&gt;- Tiket to KL at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Pergi my fren's wedding. Sempat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C) Stay KL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sbtu malam pergi farewell dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- Jumpa kawan2 yg bertahun2 tak jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;- Rindu bangat jauh di mata dekat di hati.&lt;br /&gt;- But plan to meet at MidValley. TRANSPORT susah. Sape nak hantar balik Ampang mlm tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-534193983878251958?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/534193983878251958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=534193983878251958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/534193983878251958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/534193983878251958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/cannot-decide.html' title='Cannot Decide'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1415310778696965624</id><published>2009-05-20T20:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:43:56.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Episode</title><content type='html'>Not to worry, this title has nothing to do with serious matters such as the new Dina, with her 2nd episode of life..after so many things happened..with tears and laughters, she changed a lot..and she has 1001 secrets to success. Ok not that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second episode of....&lt;br /&gt;1) The gymnasium&lt;br /&gt;2) R issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(from my previous entry hehe..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The gymnasium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everything went well on my second day in the gym. Thank God that the instructor who monitored me wasnt there. So no one can control me like every minute pun nak 'Ok, now I nak u jog sikit. Tgn tu gerak2 sikit. Haa mcm tu. Ok good.'&lt;br /&gt;Actually there was another instructor.Tapi he a bit kerek n ignoring me. jkjdoiufd ok, lagi bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so happy and FREE cycling, jogging and at the same time, &lt;em&gt;had some discussion&lt;/em&gt; with CC. Chin Chin, I hate to put your name as CC. It reminds me of Cyber Cafe. Hope u dont mind I put your full name here. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since we were more familiar with the equipments compared to the day before, memang berkobar2 mcm semangat habis nak kecikkan kaki, tangan dan sebagainya. On the first day, we started off with walking je. But tadi we were all out jog terus. Cycling pun macam speeding and if only the thing is moving, we already reach Shah Alam after 15 mins on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, after 1 hr, we packed our things. Once we reached the ground floor, perut mcm dah berbunyi. Maybe I over-burnt the fats kot. Haha. At first I wanted to keep this to myself. But later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chin Chin : Dina, u hungry or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Err.. Not really.(tipu. nak jaga R) But I can teman u for dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chin Chin : McD?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Shit.. I pun nak la..Ok, let's make this the last McD dinner. The farewell to fats dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chin Chin : Ok. Tomorrow's lunch, do not take rice. Mee hoon only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : SET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We end up in McD, with burgers and fries. We burnt about 100 calories, but after McD, we added 300 more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd day (today)..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sakit pinggang, kaki lenguh.&lt;/div&gt;We I decided to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;See u when I see u, gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;R issue (again..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was so hungry just now, and hoping there's something healthy (salads, oats etc. Big NO NO to sayangku Oreos. Booo.. U know Im kidding rite?) inside the fridge. Later, I found this. Ahaha Ok, I can read my readers, I know u all cant wait, what's with the lolly pop with my R. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remeber this one morning. Dtg2 kerja, I saw this on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896713824934034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ShQEx6NCmJI/AAAAAAAAA08/cXkup4bm6wU/s400/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stanley (sitting opposite me) knew I was excited. Thus he immediately..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stanley : Nisa put that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Thanks Stanley. U shud NOT tell me that early. Let me perasan2 cloud 9 for at least 10 mins can u? Hahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ok Nissy, aku suka nak mention nama kau byk2 kali di sini.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i put the lolly pop on my table and Eeza kot called me a min after that. While I was on phone, i heard this at the back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kakak gossip 1 : Eh atas meja Dina ada lolly pop heart shape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kakak gossip 2 : Boyfriend dia la tu bagi. Tgk tu..khusyuk gila gayut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. N my R-reputation as SBH (single baik hati) dah effected!! Eeii tlg jgn simply assume things can or not, kakak kakak? Saya dah emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, I brought the lolly pop home. So that my R still SBH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy, Im having ur lolly pop ni! Nyum Nyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1415310778696965624?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1415310778696965624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1415310778696965624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1415310778696965624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1415310778696965624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-episode.html' title='The 2nd Episode'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ShQEx6NCmJI/AAAAAAAAA08/cXkup4bm6wU/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4919243581626303123</id><published>2009-05-17T12:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:15:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blog this so i wont forget..&lt;br /&gt;That..&lt;br /&gt;I will not go for any facial treatment again with my sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never. &lt;em&gt;(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Remember that, Dina. Ingat! Ingat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lagi la when our bed were next to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenapa bila letak mask n the thing started to keras, baru lah 3 of us start laughing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weird thing is.. neither of us start a word or even a line of jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila mask dah keras baru nak gelak! kenapaa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Habis crack mask wangi n best tu! ..ok it's tomato mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the treatment I was a bit mad,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ish sedihnya.. The mask crack before time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But when I reached Ampang, I regret that I had that feelings. Tak kisah laa mask crack ker, dia massage muka smpai sakit n terkeluar air mata ke.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girls, mari pergi lagi!! RINDU semua!!! After treatment tu, as usual main badminton dgn akak okay. 'Pass kiri kanan'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, as usual, photo shooting hehe..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336808903620236850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ShAnbBZtFjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/iJC2JWfjQKo/s400/faridkamil.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336809161429739922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ShAnqB0R6ZI/AAAAAAAAA00/5wnTZHgJdP4/s400/faridkamil2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss my sisters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4919243581626303123?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4919243581626303123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4919243581626303123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4919243581626303123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4919243581626303123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-blog-this-so-i-wont-forget.html' title='The Mask'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ShAnbBZtFjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/iJC2JWfjQKo/s72-c/faridkamil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-23101899917172434</id><published>2009-05-12T22:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:18:23.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquaria KLCC 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A part of me was actually glad that the meeting was cancelled, as it brought me to Aquaria KLCC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As this was my first time, I was excited to see all the eels, sharks, piranas and entah ikan apa lagi besar2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when u have RM 20 + student card + not knowing where else to go + all movies showing are sucks, WELCOME TO AQUARIA KLCC!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334940994800007490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgmEkay5OUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Xa1JQjeXd_o/s400/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334941939072714210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgmFbYfDReI/AAAAAAAAA0U/BvlUg0IKsKw/s400/IMG_2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334941699636792994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgmFNchFDqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/0T7qZpk96q4/s400/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334941350850447138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgmE5JL7xyI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3KzqlAr0oxc/s400/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334941506747594674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgmFCN8td7I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Yw1dw22ZKZA/s400/IMG_2186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334940826637625810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgmEaoV26dI/AAAAAAAAAzs/g9gW0qgDlQU/s400/DSC03143.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I said 'no more' to Menara Taming Sari, but to Aquaria KLCC, yup, ill be back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything was sooo romantic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aizat oh aizat.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suara anda comel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7212776748944191588-23101899917172434?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/23101899917172434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=23101899917172434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/23101899917172434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/23101899917172434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/aquaria-klcc-2009.html' title='Aquaria KLCC 2009'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgmEkay5OUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Xa1JQjeXd_o/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-77550212822671626</id><published>2009-05-07T22:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:30:39.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Not That Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After reading all over again my post titled 'English Is Important', I realized that not only that F-guy, but me too....did a steeww-pid thing!!! (No..no.. Im not wearing a shirt with 'IM SINGLE' on it to work, dont worry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I switched off my handphone. Staring at it for 2 mins. (stupid no. 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still not satisfied, I hide it in my cupboard. In between the shirts.. (stupid no. 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089915292310546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgLxBaQ3XBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WAF2SvIZysk/s320/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089689251710098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgLw0QMlhJI/AAAAAAAAAzc/hfASOMCjcqQ/s320/IMG_2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089422038531938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgLwksv__2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/SEr6qGoCXPk/s320/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because I sent a text to.. ermm..adalah and lepas tu dah ter-OMG tak henti2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Err.. malu. I pemalu okayy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after switched off the phone and hide it like whatttt, I switched it on again takut mak call lepastu risau terus call Hani n Nurin 'Knape Dina off phone?? Pergi konsert Peterpan ke ni!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i turned it on.. and errmm.. I received 'GoodNightsss!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So goodnight people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight Aizat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tolong berani menerima kenyataan. Bila dah ter-sent tu..tak boleh nak buat apa2. Wpun u switch it off n sorokkan di baju paling bawah skali.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-77550212822671626?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/77550212822671626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=77550212822671626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/77550212822671626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/77550212822671626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-that-genius.html' title='Im Not That Genius'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgLxBaQ3XBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WAF2SvIZysk/s72-c/IMG_2125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3289884411110944326</id><published>2009-05-06T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:52:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERGI by Aizat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has nothing to do with my life-oh-life. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanna let everyone knows that this song is killing me!! (Ye, saya tgh dengar for the 10th time. Just like dulu2 time saya addicted to lagu 'Dibius Cinta' hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the lyrics (wpun the lyrics keep repeating 'Pergi..pergi..' where we suppose to be sad n air mata mengalir..but I smile.. mcm instead of pergi..pergi.., it sounds like...cinta...cinta..' (Yup Im bad at menghayati lyrics. Jadi opposite meaning terus.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The melody sgt mendayu2, n it is perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AIZAT I LOVE U!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERGI by Aizat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayu terpisah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hikayat indah kini hanya tinggal sejarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;berhembus angin rindu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;begitu nyamannya terhidu wangian kasihmu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hujan lebat mencurah kini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bagaikan tiada henti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kaulah laguku kau irama terindah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak lagi kudengari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kau pergi.. pergi..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sepi tanpa kata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terdiam dan kaku tak daya kau kulupa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apa pun kata mereka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biarkan kenangan berbunga di ranting usia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s : Again, this song has nothing to do with my daily drama. I just love the lyrics, melody, clips and yes, the singer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3289884411110944326?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3289884411110944326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3289884411110944326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3289884411110944326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3289884411110944326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/pergi-by-aizat.html' title='PERGI by Aizat'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5320061616458935146</id><published>2009-05-05T22:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:29:57.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Is Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When my teacher keep remind me how important English is, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that she reads and memorise the words in her Oxford dictionary, I was like &lt;em&gt;ya-ya-wutever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I considered myself as normal, that I do not know what &lt;em&gt;pantaloons &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; N I refer to my thick Cambridge dictionary for these words : &lt;em&gt;vainglorious, puerile &lt;/em&gt;or&lt;em&gt; truculent. &lt;/em&gt;The moment I tutup the dictionary to put it back on the rack, I already forgot what &lt;em&gt;truculent&lt;/em&gt; means. NORMAL. dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont mind people who pronounce sorry as &lt;em&gt;shor-ry &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dah shalam shafiq?? hahaha - ok only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some understand),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gender as &lt;em&gt;Gghen-der&lt;/em&gt; or bunting as &lt;em&gt;booon-ting.&lt;/em&gt; No big deal. The next day, &lt;em&gt;Gghen-der&lt;/em&gt; becomes &lt;em&gt;Jen-der&lt;/em&gt;. NORMAL. dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But not knowing what F*** means, it's very not normal. So I am pissed off with this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364227103168802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgBdAzF8GSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/csUsHnU7mX4/s400/english.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Source : Email dari bapak. Thanks Mr. Najib!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If tengah cuci toilet pun I wont wear this. Will you wear a t-shirt with 'I was born to rock &lt;em&gt;(rock sikit2 tak pe)&lt;/em&gt; but DRINK and F***??? OMG. I dun think this guy knows what ball means. Hahaha. Eh.. jgn gelak. Marah. Ok, to this guy, Eeii.. u steuuw-pid! Euw spelling apa ni.. ok. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5320061616458935146?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5320061616458935146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5320061616458935146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5320061616458935146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5320061616458935146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/05/english-is-important.html' title='English Is Important'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SgBdAzF8GSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/csUsHnU7mX4/s72-c/english.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8288501046276332619</id><published>2009-04-22T22:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:17:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Bedtime Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Im no longer the old Dina who loves to write one full story in one post. Ive tried but later, Ill be like wth-I-cant-even-think-of-a-word!! Thus, from now on, Ill combine few stories that I dont mind sharing with u all in one entry ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u think my craps are nonsense, I dont need u either. (Pheww.. thank God.. Some part of me still hasnt change. The-emosional-Dina) For those who feel like reading, here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye Bye Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had insomnia for 2 nights. I couldnt sleep. My eyes were closed but my mind was wondering evrywhere at 3am and thinking of the growth of Msia's economy. Wth. Duhh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I didnt know wut was on my mind. But thanksss a zillion to Nurin, your bantal lembut best sgt2 helps me A LOT! She left this at my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Now Im able to sleep after 1 min menutup mata..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nurin, the new look of your bantal lembut best tido..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528612284413986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Se8vC-HxOCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/m6Oho6E-H2o/s400/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing In The Eyes Of The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, waking up in the morning and knowing that it was Monday is one of the worst things in life that u hv to bear with every week. But when u wake up and Ella's song titled Standing In The Eyes Of The World was on air, it actually motivate u to bangun. Saya suka pagi itu. Thanks .....fm. Instead on Monday, u'll put ur lipstick as if it was Friday, u'll spray ur perfume as if u're taking half day leave that day. So on that very morning of Monday, I was walking to LRT dgn semangat after that song. Mcm terbyg2 I was running on track for Commonwealth Games dengan slow-motion. Err.. mybe sambil pegang the obor. Ok enough Dina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I was hoping the song was something like a good sign for me to start the day. Maybe I'll help an old lady in the train and everyone who saw what happen will stand and clap their hands. Yes, I was hoping for the standing ovasion. -for me, in the train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going out at 7.30am, the possibility to have a seat in the train is actually 99.9%. But I dont know what went wrong, the train was so packed and I was STANDING the whole journey to office. I soon realized how the song title is actually a sign. Haha. Im still The-superstitious-Dina. Yup, I dont walk under ladders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zainul Bila Nak Balik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry Zai, I just love to mention ur name in almost all of my entries. Haha. Ok please balik Msia as fast as u can. No thanks to YM and webcam. Ure not helping. I still miss my Zainulku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327534618857041970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Se80gmWR8DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/0sz9Mswiskg/s400/zai.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reat Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had another great weekend with my family. Tell me who the H on earth wont take any pictures when they are with people they love love?! Thanks camera and photoshop. So here is our pic, the Rempit Version. Jangan Pilih Jalan Gelap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honest-Dina-Who-Cant-Lie : Nak tgk movie Jgn Pilih Jln Gelap, directed by anak Yusuf Haslam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327530380170937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Se8wp4AwxaI/AAAAAAAAAys/4C7u9B-C9p0/s400/sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baju Pengantin Yg Cantik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327545204357810034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Se8-IwaVR3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/QLa1LQEtQgw/s400/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: Im not the one with red shirts nor the one in purple and black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im afraid that this is the sign of old age that Im so in love with that &lt;strong&gt;yellow &lt;/strong&gt;+ dark grey lace till I snapped this and thought of buying it. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People, DO NOT BUY PLEASE COZ DINA BOOKED THIS. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8288501046276332619?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8288501046276332619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8288501046276332619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8288501046276332619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8288501046276332619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-bedtime-stories.html' title='Your Bedtime Stories'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Se8vC-HxOCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/m6Oho6E-H2o/s72-c/IMG_2110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-6111306973931256152</id><published>2009-04-15T00:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:13:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update, at last!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear darlings of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you n I feel appreciated! Owh terharu with all the messages asking me to update this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok actually cuma 3 messages je. Haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that was enough to make me terharu menitiskan air mata knowing that u all really read my craps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zainul n Nad : Ok, aku dah update ni utk both of u! No updates doesnt mean Im depress.. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY040239 (Memang ID sebenar) : Ok, no updates doesnt mean aku ada boyfriend. Haha! Pls jgn assume sukahati je pls. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy, Saras n Zura : Baca lah blog ni bila korg nak LLB. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reason sebenar meninggalkan blog sayang was because I have no laptop. Ive given up carrying the one in the office coz berat n tak kuasa dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But one day, miracle happened. Since that day, I believe in miracle! lalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emak : Dina, nak laptop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Err.. nak hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emak : Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my kesygn bapakku bought me this!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s : Emak n bapak, y suddenly? haha Ada sebab lain2 ke? haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nway THANKS THANKS!! 10,000x&lt;br /&gt;It's orange Dell. Ok that's all I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324592178457888322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SeTAYBrORkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/aQQzsGrHT0I/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N that's the original wallpaper yang till now tak tukar lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324592356908226146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SeTAiadGVmI/AAAAAAAAAxw/b4jEY506l4o/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After like few days, baru lah I know there's a built-in webcam. Thanks Jihan. Otherwise I dont know the purpose of small hole on top there. Mungkin tahu but lambat sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324593697651353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SeTBwdHK5eI/AAAAAAAAAyI/cCCmQ69PKfY/s400/webcam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus, boleh snap pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Number two was Amani's bridal shower. We really had fun! Congrats Amani!!!! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324595872746512386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SeTDvD-RIAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/TFJKXPSVJ4c/s400/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324595688776945458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SeTDkWogTzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qr08aoK7ncE/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next was my last weekend yg ntah tak tahu nak comment apa but it was so weird that I couldnt hv deep sleep anymore. Ok ni tipu. But weird. DOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Homesick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-6111306973931256152?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/6111306973931256152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=6111306973931256152' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6111306973931256152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6111306973931256152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-at-last.html' title='An update, at last!!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SeTAYBrORkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/aQQzsGrHT0I/s72-c/IMG_2104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2072487650811503211</id><published>2009-03-16T23:45:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:18:45.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Healthy Way To Spend RM10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When u have RM10 in your wallet and thinking of having another great weekend, I suggest : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BUKIT CAHAYA SHAH ALAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I fall in love with that park!!! Wpun x dpt basikal sbb by the time we reached there, semua org dh queue panjang. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...we decided to walk. YES, walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313813747784042898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sb51cydBSZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/L42Es2zzAuI/s400/bc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the entry ticket is only RM3 (You still have the balance of RM7). With that 3 notes of RM1, u can have the Taman Padi, (eventhough tak real mcm kat Kedah, Saya Sayang Sawah Padi) Taman Haiwan, Taman Cendawan, Taman Rempah Ratus, Taman Burung, Taman Perikanan, Taman Paintball Ramai Laki2 Sampai Aida N Kar Did Their Stop N Stare, Taman Bas Shuttle Free, Taman Lepak2 Utk Makan Cheezles etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313813498750708018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sb51OSu2KTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/iRdKHlbYs5w/s400/bc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314521282953736002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ScD48wW170I/AAAAAAAAAxg/IbCjGGB0NAU/s400/taman+haiwan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313813623556580386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sb51Vjq4pCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/HRSA7gk0Av8/s400/bc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313815786801165234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sb53TeYlc7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/MaATGK9p3Lc/s400/bc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking like THOUSANDS kilometres (yeah rite) I think we've burnt ALL of our fats. 3 of us turned kurus kering. The shuttle bus was full and we were cursing the whole way back. 'Ish benci.. apsal diorg ni tak nampak ke kite &lt;em&gt;KURUS KERING&lt;/em&gt; jalan kaki pun taknak stop. Tak kesian ke..Fine kita kurus, diorg gemuk.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314518846473409058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ScD2u7wqkiI/AAAAAAAAAxI/_627u7xUSD0/s400/bc11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhre inside, there is a Rumah 4 Musim n again, it's another RM3. (Ermm.. your balance now is RM4). The day we went there was Musim Bunga. Rumah ini sgt sejuk and wangi bunga bunga cinta.. AAwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313815959102827890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sb53dgQgLXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/USnfhvpo3-s/s400/bc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314518718725598082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ScD2nf3Nq4I/AAAAAAAAAxA/TkzbEGzq7eY/s400/bc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we saw The Paintball Track. Surprisingly, ada berpuluh2 guys with the senapang. Ish tempat apa ni. Looks like HOTT! Jom jom tgk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314519206392939234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/ScD3D4kKwuI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QuarFXL5Ebw/s400/paintball.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar : Korg.. jom tanya pakcik tu cmne nak booking tmpat paintball ni..Hihi..Dpt kita masuk to stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we followed her to this one pakcik tough baju berceloreng askar. Rambut cam Rambo ada ekor kat belakang, with black boots, sunglass macam Awie atas Harley Davidson n tgh isi peluru into the senapang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pakcik : Ye.. nak masuk tgk..masuklah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kar : Camne ye cik pasal paintball ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pakcik Rambo : Ok, satu group kene ade 10 ppl. 5 lawan 5. ...lunch and dinner.. RM... tak mahal..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(if u wanna know the details, ask Kar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kar : I see.. Saya nak booking laa nnti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pakcik : Ok, take my number.. 019..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kar sambil save his number to her hp)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kar : So ape name pakcik ye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pakcik : M. C.K.A.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kar : Oooo..Mickey...?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pakcik : MC KAY LAAA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(ok, suara tentera kasi command dah kluar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kami : Ok..ok.. time kasih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kar's like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance of RM4 ialah untuk ABC Shah Alam that we were craving for since the day before. Besar, sedap dan cukup rasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313825468524865410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sb6AHBnZJ4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/irdjSGmzYA4/s320/IMG_2096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome back, fats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2072487650811503211?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2072487650811503211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2072487650811503211' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2072487650811503211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2072487650811503211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/03/healthy-way-to-spend-rm10.html' title='A Healthy Way To Spend RM10'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sb51cydBSZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/L42Es2zzAuI/s72-c/bc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8944252535448813257</id><published>2009-03-14T14:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:18:25.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING : This entry can be classified as 18SG/PL. So those who're eating, DO NOT proceed. Im not responsible if ure unable to finish ur meal. Im serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, pets are the last thing Ive ever wanted. My auntie bought me a fish when I was 7, it died 1 day after that. At 12, I had few guinea pigs, I didnt dare to touch them apa ni ada bulu2 and the poops are gross, and so my grandmother took them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont understand WOE (it's Why On Earth) CyberPets are created. If only people give me a CyberPet as a birthday present, Ill return, and ask for a CASIO calculator instead. Haha Eh kejam nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I was awaked by a phone call from Eeza. (YES, Eeza) - I just love to put this haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when I saw ntah-brape-ekor-hamsters at Eeza 's house last time, I do WOWIE until today bcoz I dont see the &lt;em&gt;pet-ness&lt;/em&gt; in her. HAHA Cyberpets pun bleh mati in 1 day if it is Eeza's.&lt;br /&gt;So that day, I wished her hamsters all the best for having Eeza as their &lt;em&gt;Tuan-Punya-Hamsters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the phone call story..Ok, I thought it was so important sbb I saw like 4 misscalls in the morning. So yup, to her, it's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eeza : DINAA! Hamsters aku dah beranak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : Ok, congrats. N kau pegang the babies without bulu tu ke? Wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eeza : Yup.. And ada satu tu kepala dia kena makan dgn mak dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : HAH?? APA?? Hoi.. Euww.. So u really have pets that eat their own kids? Eeza pls! Kejam hoii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eeza : Dina, it's normal la.. Even rabbit pun mcm tu. N aku dah alihkan the hamster tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : Ishh normal kau ckp?? Err.. so kau pegangkan the head-eaten-hamster? Eeza sgt tak dpt imagine!!!! Kau pegang baby hamster tak da kepala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eeza's hamsters, be proud that she's your tuan! It's your mom who killed your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, I can only finish 1/2 of my sandwiches for lunch. Minum milo pun mcm err... Im blaming you, Tuan-Hamster-Tak-Ada-Kepala!!!!! The story of ibu-hamster-yg-kejam really kills my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeza..aku lapar.. ;( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8944252535448813257?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8944252535448813257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8944252535448813257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8944252535448813257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8944252535448813257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/03/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1038476447333185852</id><published>2009-03-14T04:18:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:22:19.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for hours but IT's OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After not seeing this one a very very very close friend of mine for almost a year and the fact that this gonna be his last long holiday in Malaysia, we errr..ok..I.. kinda so excited that we waited for him at 7pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have lots and lots of ideas to surprise him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe a special TADAAA!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312772263165409522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbrCOZ6FuPI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LmOqPtqDQo8/s320/IMG_2048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 40 minutes waiting, we realized that we r not as energetic as before.&lt;br /&gt;Lemah longlai perut berbunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312770081453156194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbrAPaZWp2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/L4joo-V1muo/s320/IMG_2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this was after 2 hours and 40 minutes waiting..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312770818171129890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbrA6S4m0CI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6rRC-KeKEJA/s320/IMG_2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that he had forgotten the way to Midvalley, 3 of us called him. But only Chet was scolded. 'Bising laa kau.tgh traffic jam laa !@#$%^&amp;amp;'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312770291662413762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbrAbpfJX8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/hrowych6Lc8/s320/IMG_2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sabar boleh tak. Dah nak sampai ni.. tgh cari parking. Dont worry, dinner is on me'&lt;br /&gt;Thus we managed to smile again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312770671345841634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbrAxv6uteI/AAAAAAAAAvI/UzlhY0RvjWs/s320/IMG_2033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N he reached at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So Mr. Pesot, thank you very much for the in-a-hurry-rush-dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Chet wanna kiss you n surprisingly Mek too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312770478081165442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbrAmf81yII/AAAAAAAAAvA/3k0pbEEMmgk/s320/IMG_2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(omedetou, kan?kan?)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for your job in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;Shit jealous aku nak pergi sana jugak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make this a very special one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;PESOT!&lt;br /&gt;Aku bangga lah and kagum dgn kau dari dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Hihihih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1038476447333185852?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1038476447333185852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1038476447333185852' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1038476447333185852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1038476447333185852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-hours-but-its-ok.html' title='Waiting for hours but IT&apos;s OK'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbrCOZ6FuPI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LmOqPtqDQo8/s72-c/IMG_2048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1834469068741388454</id><published>2009-03-09T18:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:41:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Maulidur Rasul 1430H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kisah Kewafatan Rasulullah S.A.W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daripada Ibnu Mas’ud ra bahawasanya ia berkata: Ketika ajal Rasulullah SAW sudah dekat, baginda mengumpul kami di rumah Siti Aisyah ra. Kemudian baginda memandang kami sambil berlinangan air matanya, lalu bersabda:“Marhaban bikum, semoga Allah memanjangkan umur kamu semua, semoga Allah menyayangi, menolong dan memberikan petunjuk kepada kamu. Aku berwasiat kepada kamu, agar bertakwa kepada Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya aku adalah sebagai pemberi peringatan untuk kamu. Janganlah kamu berlaku sombong terhadap Allah.” Allah berfirman: “Kebahagiaan dan kenikmatan di akhirat. Kami jadikan untuk orang-orang yang tidak ingin menyombongkan dirinya dan membuat kerosakan di muka bumi. Dan kesudahan syurga itu bagi orang-orang yang bertakwa.” Kemudian kami bertanya: “Bilakah ajal baginda ya Rasulullah? Baginda menjawab: Ajalku telah hampir, dan akan pindah ke hadhrat Allah, ke Sidratulmuntaha dan ke Jannatul Makwa serta ke Arsyila’ la.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami bertanya lagi: “Siapakah yang akan memandikan baginda ya Rasulullah? Rasulullah menjawab: Salah seorang ahli bait. Kami bertanya: Bagaimana nanti kami mengafani baginda ya Rasulullah? Baginda menjawab: “Dengan bajuku ini atau pakaian Yamaniyah.” Kami bertanya: “Siapakah yang mensolatkan baginda di antara kami?” Kami menangis dan Rasulullah SAW pun turut menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian baginda bersabda: “Tenanglah, semoga Allah mengampuni kamu semua. Apabila kamu semua telah memandikan dan mengafaniku, maka letaklah aku di atas tempat tidurku, di dalam rumahku ini, di tepi liang kuburku, kemudian keluarlah kamu semua dari sisiku. Maka yang pertama-tama mensolatkan aku adalah sahabatku Jibril as. Kemudian Mikail, kemudian Israfil kemudian Malaikat Izrail (Malaikat Maut) beserta bala tenteranya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian masuklah anda dengan sebaik-baiknya. Dan hendaklah yang mula solat adalah kaum lelaki dari pihak keluargaku, kemudian yang wanita-wanitanya, dan kemudian kamu semua.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Sakaratul Maut Seterusnya Rasulullah SAW bersabda: “Beritahu kepadaku Wahai Jibril, apakah yang telah disediakan Allah untukku di sisinya? Jibril pun menjawab; “Bahawasanya pintu-pintu langit telah dibuka, sedangkan malaikat-malaikat telah berbaris untuk menyambut rohmu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baginda SAW bersabda: “Segala puji dan syukur bagi Tuhanku. Wahai Jibril, apa lagi yang telah disediakan Allah untukku? Jibril menjawab lagi: Bahawasanya pintu-pintu Syurga telah dibuka, dan bidadari-bidadari telah berhias, sungai-sungai telah mengalir, dan buah-buahnya telah ranum, semuanya menanti kedatangan rohmu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baginda SAW bersabda lagi: “Segala puji dan syukur untuk Tuhanku. Beritahu lagi wahai Jibril, apa lagi yang di sediakan Allah untukku? Jibril menjawab: Aku memberikan berita gembira untuk tuan. Tuanlah yang pertama-tama diizinkan sebagai pemberi syafaat pada hari kiamat nanti.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Rasulullah SAW bersabda: “Segala puji dan syukur, aku panjatkan untuk Tuhanku. Wahai Jibril beritahu kepadaku lagi tentang khabar yang menggembirakan aku?” Jibril as bertanya: “Wahai kekasih Allah, apa sebenarnya yang ingin tuan tanyakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah SAW menjawab: “Tentang kegelisahanku, apakah yang akan diperolehi oleh orang-orang yang membaca Al-Quran sesudahku? Apakah yang akan diperolehi orang-orang yang berpuasa pada bulan Ramadhan sesudahku? Apakah yang akan diperolehi orang-orang yang berziarah ke Baitul Haram sesudahku?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jibril menjawab: “Saya membawa khabar gembira untuk baginda.Sesungguhnya Allah telah berfirman: Aku telah mengharamkan Syurga bagi semua Nabi dan umat, sampai engkau dan umatmu memasukinya terlebih dahulu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka berkatalah Rasulullah SAW: “Sekarang, tenanglah hati dan perasaanku. Wahai Malaikat Maut dekatlah kepadaku?” Lalu Malaikat Maut pun berada dekat Rasulullah SAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Malaikat Maut pun mulai mencabut nyawa Rasulullah. Ketika roh baginda sampai di pusat perut, baginda berkata: “Wahai Jibril, alangkah pedihnya maut.” Mendengar ucapan Rasulullah itu, Jibril as memalingkan mukanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Rasulullah SAW bertanya: “Wahai Jibril, apakah engkau tidak suka memandang mukaku? Jibril menjawab: Wahai kekasih Allah, siapakah yang sanggup melihat muka baginda, sedangkan baginda sedang merasakan sakitnya maut?” Akhirnya roh yang mulia itupun meninggalkan jasad Rasulullah SAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311130125663587554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbTstbANzOI/AAAAAAAAAug/Jw-y7xkyuhg/s320/060924_muslim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nabi tak penah jumpa kita, tapi ketika Nabi sudah ingin memejamkan mata, masih lagi Nabi menyebut ummati ummati (umatku umatku). Betapa kasihnya dan sayangnya Nabi pada kita. Hanya selawat pengikat kasih ku dengan mu ya Rasulullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam Maulidur Rasul 1430H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1834469068741388454?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1834469068741388454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1834469068741388454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1834469068741388454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1834469068741388454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/03/salam-maulidur-rasul-1430h.html' title='Salam Maulidur Rasul 1430H'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SbTstbANzOI/AAAAAAAAAug/Jw-y7xkyuhg/s72-c/060924_muslim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4920099167792553217</id><published>2009-03-06T00:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:47:01.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conducter Bus Hipokrit</title><content type='html'>From Ampang Puteri, Lin had to rush n send me to Pudu Raya, and Mung to KLCC. Hati yg teruja to balik kampung sukar digambarkan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After had the ticket, I went to the respective platforms for the bus. At 3pm and on weekdays, I expected that the bus to be empty. Surprisingly, I was queieng with dozens of pendatang Bangladeshi, an Indonesian couple and 2 Malaysian guys yg rambut oren tercacak, rantai besi yg so thick around his neck, jeans ikut shape kaki, belt mcm belt yg dpt bila menang wrestling competition n t-shirt ada pic kepala singa besar gila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I straight away sit at the second line, (the single seat) since there was no seat number on my ticket. Sgt takut. Actually I aimed for the first line but the busy conducter was doing something there. Minutes later, a guy told me that the seat belong to him. His ticket ada seat number pulak. Kecoh btul la dia ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still insist to seat at the back with all the scary B, I asked the conducter who was so tomboyish whther I can hv the front seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me : Akak, bleh tak saya duduk seat ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Akak Conducter :&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Ckp cam kuat gila..rupa2nya her voice is really like that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; MANA BOLEH!! INI SEAT UTK DRIVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Wth. Bukan driver kene drive kat depan ker?! Eh ni dlm hati je. Kalau ckp satgi kene&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;halau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;turun)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. Kalau boleh, saya tak nak duduk blakang. Semua orang B la kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Akak Conducter : AWAKK.. &lt;em&gt;*The driver heard the arguments...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Driver baik hati : La.. biarlah dia duduk depan sini. Kau ni pun tak nmpak tu blakang tu semua B. Die ni prempuan.bla..bla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Akak Conducter yg tiba2 baik : OK. UTK AWAK NO HAL &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Eh..no hal pulak..td bising)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Driver yg brtanggungjwab : Haritu trip malam ada geng B dok blakang buat hal. Sbb ade penumpang prempuan sorg kat blakang. Aku ape lagi..trus sound aa.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(pakcik, u shud do more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bukan sound je -dlm hati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me : So saya duduk seat depan ni ye. Trime kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the bus driver yg brtanggungjwab tu SANGAT bertanggungjawab yg drive nye sgt slow. How I wish I can just turun and naik basikal je. Which I think I'll reach first. He was so kind that he stopped at every stops along the highway. All the B pulak mmg turun n lama like all of them were taking bath in the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yg penting, I reached home safely and really love the fresh air. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ni muka penat argue dgn conducter and teruja dah sampai her home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309741445216020914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sa_9tlNFKbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/G1XqQSlRT1M/s400/IMG_1964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309741541928234994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sa_9zNfEb_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/MFqz6_21YOQ/s400/IMG_1965.jpg" border="0" /&gt; To all girls out there, take care of yourself. ;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Nad sonnet, aku dah tahu how to put the tapes on the pic! Yes! Cume pic spec tak jumpa lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4920099167792553217?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4920099167792553217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4920099167792553217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4920099167792553217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4920099167792553217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/03/conducter-bus-hipokrit.html' title='Conducter Bus Hipokrit'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sa_9tlNFKbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/G1XqQSlRT1M/s72-c/IMG_1964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2899060962792831459</id><published>2009-03-05T22:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:51:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10th nephew</title><content type='html'>I received a very good news this morning that my cousin has just delivered her 4th baby boy!! And he's my 10th nephew. Ok..pheww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry little ultraman, when u grow up just like ur other hero brothers, Aunty Dina will teach you how to play SNAP, OLD MAID and UNO cards. HAHA &lt;em&gt;(very lah unhealthy games).&lt;/em&gt; No more wrestling dgn bantal sampai Syahmi/Ajeeq nangis sbb kalah or sort-of-Lasy-competition yg Ajeem merajuk sbb kalah. Yup, I had enough of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is sooo cutttttiieeeee rambut lebat exactly like his 2nd older brother, Ajeeq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TADA!!! (Please take note that Tada is not his name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309718339125252178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sa_osoTwEFI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ug30P3lib4c/s320/IMG_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comel-comel-i-love-u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So Hani n Nurin, do not jealous that I saw him first, n met little-Aqeem-another-cutieee-genius! This is his muka merajuk since all the attention was to the new-born baby.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309720332004435026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sa_qgoXLJFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TEWDqeJjGmA/s320/IMG_1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls, sorry that I couldnt take the pic of Aqeem's whole body. Tp he's getting taller ok!! Knowing Aqeem yg &lt;em&gt;mula-mula-malu-lepas-tu-lompat2-sana-sini-pulak-n-tiba2-nak-merajuk-sbb-semua-tgk-adik-dia-pastu-bila-'Ok-Aqeem-your-turn-now-tgk-camera-pls'-tp-dia-trus-lari.&lt;/em&gt; So, my point is susah nak suruh Aqeem tgk camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ajeem and Ajeeq were at school. Ajeem (saya darjah 3) cannot ponteng since today he's gonna receive his prefect tie n naik stage. So dia memang taknak ponteng. Mr.Skema btul!! Lin ckp, the night before, he was so nervous that he couldnt sleep. Bukan sbb his mom was in the labour room but about his tie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sket2 'Aunty Lin, ntah2 cikgu suruh pakai tie pi skolah tak. Camne ni..Ajeem takde tie.' 'OMG. Bukan lah. Esok Ajeem dpt tie prefect tu. So mlm ini tie belum dpt. Jadi esok pi skola takde tie lgi. If tie blom dpt, mcm mana nk pakai? So skang cikgu kata tidur dulu.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily, Ajeem is the only one who had this tie-issue. The other 9, not this issue pls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2899060962792831459?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2899060962792831459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2899060962792831459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2899060962792831459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2899060962792831459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/03/10th-nephew.html' title='The 10th nephew'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Sa_osoTwEFI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ug30P3lib4c/s72-c/IMG_1955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8846026496816527581</id><published>2009-03-02T21:20:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:09:18.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChingChongChingChong</title><content type='html'>To communicate with those who don’t understand a word of Malay and hardly speaks English was not easy. But we survived.&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308588997540294306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SavlkTDvrqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BCMQkGgZkMc/s400/cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589161847754834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/Savlt3JskFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/LJHittAcnoI/s400/cafe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Who were not sure wut to do after spending almost 1 hr teman Mek, till we decided to 'Let's get physical, girls!!' - Eh bukan yg Mek &lt;em&gt;knock-knock&lt;/em&gt; Kar ok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so we went for a body massage. From the entrance, tell me how the H can we know that all the tukang urut were from China that they didnt speak English nor Malay!! The only person we can rely was the cashier/boss. Tu pun nak dok kat depan je, kira cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We knew that it was impossible to communicate, so might as well we just keep quiet and enjoy the massage. But one of us keep on trying to have that so-called bonding session, and this was what happened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tukang Urut Kar : How orlld are you?&lt;br /&gt;Kar : 25 and how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Tukang Urut Kar : I am fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing Kar, she never give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kar : Hhoow longg hafff yyou been in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;Tukang Urut Kar : Little (sambil dgn action jari like 'sikit').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) While we were enjoying our ginger tea, n some had dark tea (hahah) and IKO cookies after the session, suddenly Mek’s tukang urut appeared.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tukang Urut Mek : I.. number 19. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N she went away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were speechless but managed to smile and said ‘Thank youu’ too and were so confused and wondering...what she really wanna say. So what’s with number 19?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Me : Are we done???&lt;br /&gt;Tukang urut saya : Good..Good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Trying hard not to laugh, I talked to Eeza yg her session tak habes lagi, next to me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me : Eeza, aku rasa..ni dah kira miscommunication ni weh..Awat good2 ni..&lt;br /&gt;Eeza : hahah aku pun rasa&lt;br /&gt;Tukang urut saya : Good..good.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me : OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tukang urut Aza : Iii liiikkee youuhh.&lt;br /&gt;Aza : I like you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Since Eeza had the most expensive package, her tukang urut was ok. Well yeah, she got the head of tukang urut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589750003586642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SavmQGM-VlI/AAAAAAAAAts/l6mWlxwS2Z8/s400/cafe4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since too much 'bonding', Kar's tukang urut did something beyond our imagination. While we were packing to go back and to pay at the counter, Kar's tukang urut kesayangan mendukung Kar from behind sambil ckp2 dgn confident looking at us that we didnt understand a word 'Chingchongchingchongchingchongnihauma'. Tukang urut yang lain (about 6 of them) pun menyahut 'Chingchingchingchongchingchongwapushitau'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can say was 'Hehehe'. Kar muka dah nervous tak boleh blah diangkat for the first time. Kar, I know, u were hoping that if only she's a guy. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepulangan kami disambut meriah oleh semua tukang urut yg still havent stop their permbebelan 'Chingchongchingching. &lt;strong&gt;Byee!!&lt;/strong&gt; chingchongchingching. &lt;strong&gt;Thank Youu!!&lt;/strong&gt;Chinghcongchingchong' . Like we understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made us wonder.. diorg ni..ckp ape..'Kami suka laa kamu semua.. Sila datang lagi. Kamu semua sangat ceria.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sila jangan datang lagi. Apa kami cakap pun kamu semua tak faham. Kamu menyusahkan sesi kami'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589481183303138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SavmAcxOVeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PZ58Ea4_rZk/s400/cafe3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That weekend really made me forgot those sick terms in Facebook. That night before I was so proud that I created 'Tooty Brush' for toothbrush. Gila sickening!!! HiHi -Ok. This one, only me n few understand. Tak important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8846026496816527581?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8846026496816527581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8846026496816527581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8846026496816527581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8846026496816527581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/03/chingchongchingchong.html' title='ChingChongChingChong'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SavlkTDvrqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BCMQkGgZkMc/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8165829983896046114</id><published>2009-02-25T21:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:09:15.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day in the Hospital Muar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After spending almost half an hour searching for a parking space with emak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dah rimas macam nak ckp dgn mak, jom kita balik je lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306733315362649170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SaVN1YPr9FI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aS2PHaHAYG0/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily I brought oranges for my uncle whom i visited, and not eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ok, I know, no one will bring eggs to hospitals tapi ini perumpamaan shj)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only those in my plastic bag were telur, ill pecahkan one to the front mirror (ok..18SG) with a note..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Driver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pls jgn drive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you cant even see the lines. Apatah lagi traffic lights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you have to do is take a bus/cab/train and renew you license every year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8165829983896046114?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8165829983896046114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8165829983896046114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8165829983896046114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8165829983896046114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SaVN1YPr9FI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aS2PHaHAYG0/s72-c/IMG_1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4527184332283226311</id><published>2009-02-24T22:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:26:50.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengaruh Kami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We wanted to test how far is our&lt;em&gt; pengaruh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we invited many to &lt;em&gt;this-is-our-idea-n-bukan-org-lain&lt;/em&gt; weekend activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only 4 turned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually if exclude us, only TWO turned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus Karina n I conclude that we are so not &lt;em&gt;berpengaruh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The combination of me and Karina as the organizer was super fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306374804082309938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SaQHxRpouzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/TkGOvmPBoYw/s400/gardens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the wallpaper, n so i make this black n white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aza, Karina n Petty know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you dont.&lt;br /&gt;Tu laaa lain kali dtg!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayang, eh eh.. kwn2, mari lah tgk &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sayang You Can Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tak kira lah berpengaruh or tak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4527184332283226311?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4527184332283226311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4527184332283226311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4527184332283226311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4527184332283226311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/pengaruh-kami.html' title='Pengaruh Kami'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SaQHxRpouzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/TkGOvmPBoYw/s72-c/gardens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-8386803113212552749</id><published>2009-02-18T23:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:11:00.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Tagged</title><content type='html'>Sarey tagged me this.&lt;br /&gt;WOE (WHAT on earth) is this..? I hv no idea..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe any 25 things u feel like typing n dont mind ppl to know.. So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Whenever I go out on Saturday, Ill make sure that I reach home before 9.15 pm. Ill convince my friends that I have some things to settle at home, which actually I just wanna get ready and make myself comfortable on the couch, to watch &lt;em&gt;Cerekarama &lt;/em&gt;series which starts at 10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) People were so amazed that I didn’t cry watching &lt;em&gt;I Am Sam&lt;/em&gt;. N I told them that my tears are priceless. But few saw that my so-called priceless tears dropped on &lt;em&gt;Pondok Buruk 1, Selamat Hari Jadi Su 1-3, Free Willy 2 and Stairway To Heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I was a big fan of Sidi Oraza and Aamir Khan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I always think that Jerry is so bad that he makes Tom looks bad. Because Jerry was usually the one who start the fight. So, I hate Jerry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Even though I prefer Tom than Jerry, Im afraid of cats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I talked so much during my primary school days. One day when I was in std 1, I told Pn Lee di Bilik Guru ‘Pn Lee!! Tgk tu, NJ tak beratur nak pergi canteen. Pn Lee ‘Ok, nnti after rehat, saya marah dia.’ So I told NJ immediately after that di canteen ‘NJ, tadi Pn. Lee bitau kite, die nak marah awak. Sbb awak tak beratur tadi.’ To my surprised, NJ cried. Too nervous, I cried too and she stopped first. &lt;em&gt;Bfbcwiurctwc&lt;/em&gt; I tried to forget this but tak boleh, ok I think NJ cursed me starting that day, so that this thing yg very memalukan keep haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If u ask me top 5 shopping heaven, ill say Jusco, Ampang Park, Sogo, Maju Junction and PKNS Shah Alam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I love taking pictures and.. being snapped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Thus, I love my camera so very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Im not as ambitious as others. And never in my mind to be the CEO of any organizations, neither the head of my audit department. But if there is any offer for the President of PTA (Parents Teacher Association), Ill definitely say YES, URE SO NOT GONNA REGRET FOR CHOOSING ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Like almost 2 yrs working I think I have rough ideas what I wanna do in the future. Im not letting myself having a job that I hv to stay late in the office. No work on weekends. So to ensure I hv enough time with my kids. I wanna be the one who wrap their text books, write their names on it, just like my father did, bake cakes, sandwiches, cookies so that they can bring them to school on their birthdays like wut my mom buat, attend their sports day event like wut my aunties did and send and fetch them from school like my uncles did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Eh asal detail sgt ni. Ok, ignore no. 11 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I hv this one senior told me, ‘Many ppl said I look like my bf and they said my bf is cute.’ Tak suka dgn statement tersirat yg nak ckp dia ni comel, I hate her and I already black&lt;strong&gt;BOLD&lt;/strong&gt;listed her. So OFF her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) When I was in school, K.Izy sort of forced me to join the 1500m track event to teman her. Dia tak nak lari sorg2. WOE (WHY on earth) did I say OKAY, Im still not sure. So on that day, my friends cheered for me as if I lead. Damn it.. K Izy got the 1st place and I got 2nd last. Tapi saya tak blacklist K.Izy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Kenapa semua org suka Yuna??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Last week, my father sent a text message ‘Girls, I just read ur blog. Im so proud of u girls!! Mak pun baca.’ Hahaha, ok jadi telah motivate me to have another hobbies selain siram pokok, kemas rumah n cuci toilet which is to write!write! wpun tertanya2 knapa proud!? My entries were so factless n full of craps. Thanks much much parents ku yg positif utk saya apa apa pun terjadi!! xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Owh yup, Im addicted to Renjis (Season 1 n 2..Bila nk 3??) and Greys Anatomy (semua season).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Strangers, don’t u ever touch me purposely, even with your 2 fingers. Coz Ill shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) On the 1st week of my class in UiTM Segamat, everyone was like strangers to me. Sape ni?? Takutnya! Then I remembered I went to ladies n on the way back to class, one guy was staring at me like I wore only the baju kurung without the kain. Unsatisfied with that, I went straight to him.. ‘Knapa kau pandang aku mcm tu ye?’ ‘Woooo.. kau prempuan 1st yg siap tegur bila aku tgk..Nama sape? Kita ni classmate’ ‘Dina’ Starting that moment, not everyone were strangers. Yeay saya ada kawan!! What an odd intro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I was once caught meniru (semua org meniru tapi saya tk pasti knape saya je kene brainwash after that!! I knew she saw others were copying too) during test (test je! Bukan final exam pun!!) di UiTM. Sgt tidak puas hati, after kene sound like whatt, I didn’t say sorry to the lecturer.. (which I regret) But ‘Kenapa saya je yg kena? Semua org tu tiru. Knapa puan tak panggil pun diorg?’. Regretted. Tp I didn’t see the keadilan di situ. Wpun saya salah juga. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Tadi saya vouching 25 samples n I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I miss Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Tadi saya masuk ofis PwC. Untuk apa? Rahsia… HeHe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I think this entry’s title should be ‘Can You Keep A Secret.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) So, keep these to yourself ya. Don’t let others know the 25 secret facts about me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WOE (WHY on earth) do I tag them..??&lt;br /&gt;I hv no idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zainul&lt;br /&gt;Chet&lt;br /&gt;Nad&lt;br /&gt;Syira&lt;br /&gt;Ateh&lt;br /&gt;Apek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Ju n Lely, Sarey tagged u too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-8386803113212552749?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/8386803113212552749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=8386803113212552749' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8386803113212552749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/8386803113212552749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-tagged.html' title='I Was Tagged'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-322546021839061174</id><published>2009-02-15T21:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:16:46.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky The Musical</title><content type='html'>On the Vendetta Day, I went out to see how Malaysians celebrate it. I wanna see if there are any guys who propose their girlfrens in the middle of org ramai and bend his knees with a rose n a ring. And I’ll &lt;strong&gt;‘HOOII BOOO!’&lt;/strong&gt; kat tepi itu. Ha Ha &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*go away evil me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw couples were hugging each other, some wearing same colours shirts and some with t-shirt yg sambung2. Like if ada pic basikal on the t-shirt, the guy was wearing basikal yg depan part and yg the girlfren pulak basikal back part. So bila jalan rapat2, the basikal bersambung and bercantum. Jadilah the full basikal. Pls imagine people!! Ok thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N my outing was with the 3 girlfriends. 1st – married but the husband wasn’t around for few weeks. 2nd – tgh gaduh dgn the bf that she was on phone for hours. 3rd – was soo busy2 nak beli brg utk kawen. What a combination..So four of us went out together with different colours, different shirts n no picture of bicycle on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few hours at Jusco &lt;strong&gt;(Yup, Jusco),&lt;/strong&gt; Eeza &lt;strong&gt;(Yes, Eeza)&lt;/strong&gt; was queuing at the cashier to pay and I was looking around for anything I can buy n surrounded with couples who were having their &lt;em&gt;love-love-you-jump-i-jump&lt;/em&gt; time. Suddenly LUCKY by Jason Mraz and Colbie Calliet was on air. Ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila ‘ Do you hear me.. Im talking to you..’ started, I was surprised that besides Jason’s voice, I heard like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dozens&lt;/span&gt; at the back. Eh.. version apa nih. Ok, super amazed that all &lt;strong&gt;(Yes, all)&lt;/strong&gt; around me was singing together &lt;strong&gt;(Tak tipu, together ok!),&lt;/strong&gt; like a group of choir bleh di bentuk as at that moment n mungkin ahli nya terlebih the limit. Annoyed by that, I terus to Eeza yg masih beratur panjang kat cashier and ‘Eeii Eeza.. semua kat area aku tgh having their own musical show okayy. Kira Lucky ni lagu cinta diorg la.. Pleaseeelah..Semua laa nak nyanyi’ ‘Shhhuussshhhhh’ ‘Kenapa?? Knapa??’ Owh, the couple blakang Eeza pun tgh nyanyi dgn semngat that they thought we were in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red-Box..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, we watched live and free musical show &lt;strong&gt;(Janji, mcm &lt;em&gt;Lucky The Musical&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/strong&gt; We called it &lt;em&gt;Jusco-Mama-Mia&lt;/em&gt;. Mcm boleh n so logic that they make two lines, yg pendek depan, yg tinggi kt blakang, n nyanyi sama2 that Lucky song. Part Mraz, biar the bf and gf on Colbie’s, dgn action skali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emosional tak tentu arah - &lt;em&gt;eeeii asal nk kene buat musical ni!!,&lt;/em&gt; I deleted that song from my handphone. HeHe &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303024437448396770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZggoRVTz-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/E8h0sQvW0i4/s320/14feb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-322546021839061174?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/322546021839061174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=322546021839061174' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/322546021839061174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/322546021839061174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky.html' title='Lucky The Musical'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZggoRVTz-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/E8h0sQvW0i4/s72-c/14feb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-7647021310928529062</id><published>2009-02-15T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:46:59.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah Jumpa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T-shirt Smurf!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303019226900090578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZgb4-hyTtI/AAAAAAAAAss/lGruYTUHQG0/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok, Hani n Win tak bawa balik to their hostels. I was the one yg terlipat dgn t-shirt2 tido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SORRY girls.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-7647021310928529062?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/7647021310928529062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=7647021310928529062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7647021310928529062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/7647021310928529062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/dah-jumpa.html' title='Dah Jumpa!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZgb4-hyTtI/AAAAAAAAAss/lGruYTUHQG0/s72-c/IMG_1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3349349082478982748</id><published>2009-02-11T21:09:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:51:11.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PGL III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember watching &lt;strong&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast The Musical&lt;/strong&gt; and I made this to myself – &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THAT’S IT AND NO MORE TEATER!!&lt;/span&gt; The seat was so comfortable that I fall asleep after 15 mins the show started. I woke up during the intermission, went to ladies, snapped some pics there with my friends&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. (uploaded in Facebook)–&lt;/span&gt;regardless of the &lt;em&gt;kesembapan muka&lt;/em&gt;, went into the hall, and again BOOOFFff, I slept.. Later all I heard was ‘Dina.. bangun..dah abes.. jom balik.’ Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later, &lt;em&gt;Mek&lt;/em&gt; asked me to join the PGL on the 8th and I wasn’t really keen to that at first. Bcos I prefer to enjoy the fireflies or some picnics and watch people with their kites, with the sounds of the chirping birds.. bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;And..Im NOT sure what makes me said ‘Oklah..’ and so we really bought the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no idea what the PGL was about (except for it stands for Puteri Gunung Ledang and the puteri is Tiara Jacqlina- ok, rupanya I don’t know how to spell her name) , I told this to a friend of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Alaaa.. aku terus tgk PGL Season III.. Confirmmm aku tak faham ape2 pasni since I missed the 1st and 2nd season.&lt;br /&gt;Kwn saya : Errk.... this isnt the LOTR series laa weii. The only thing changed in PGL III are the props!&lt;br /&gt;Me : OOOWH! Ok..faham..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after singing the national anthem, I was so excited that the seat was much more comfortable than b4 and the hall was great. Great hall!!&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t expect much on the show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SURPRISINGLY…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was SSSSUUUUHHHUUUPPEERRRHHEEERB! (now I feel like crying) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301535070232897138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZLWDsGB5nI/AAAAAAAAAsE/i-FnRgGBlsc/s320/pgl3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The moment the curtain opened, the props was soo breathtaking that I couldn’t even breath. Eh tipu gila. The backdrop was set against the kingdom of Majapahit in ancient Jawa and the Sultanate of Malacca in the 15th century n yess..magic! Sgt cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301534721022266418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZLVvXLujDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FKKS6eYCWlY/s320/pgl2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know u, but seriously, I fall in love with all the songs of PGL and if there is any soundtrack recorded, Ill be the first to buy. Or maybe Ill download. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saya suka AC Mizal and now lebih suka. His voice was superb. Lebih bagus dari lagu Fiona, i tell u. Saya tak berperasaan to Adlin Aman Ramli b4 but hari ini dah suka that he was so good as the Sultan Mahmud, he sang (ok, biasa je) and he danced! (I really like like like this). Tiara J (still dunno the spelling) pun now I like. Stephen Rahman pula OMG OMG (sbenarnye I dont like good-looking guys but he's exceptional) his voice was like 'cintaaa kuu pada muuu selamaanyaaa' (bygkan suara best nya Stephen smbil nyanyi vibrato2) But i think his baju Melayu tu a bit too tight. Smpai mcm ishh-apa-ni-baju-ketat2- mak-ckp-jgn-pakai. And few last scenes, he was wearing sleeveless baju laksamana. Looking at his arms, oo ok..patut laa baju td ketat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301534507195055154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZLVi6nWPDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VeBgylr2oNA/s320/pgl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(One of my favourite scenes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, semua scenes mmg menyentuh hati dan perasaan (Ye, sangat). Looking at Tiara J on top of Gun. Ledang, I feel like mendaki Gun. Ledang lagi. Watching at Adlin's step, my feet were tap tap too. And see how the props bertukar2, I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;So 4.8 stars out of 5 for PGL!.. 0.2 tu sbb there was a technical prob that we had to wait for few minutes during the nenek kebayan nye part. Hi Hi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the most important were the para pendaki Gunung Ledang pada tahun 2000..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301541765938660594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZLcJbirxPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ygK5rOoEkV8/s400/PGL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301541926878863426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZLcSzF0YEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/L2Z0RMU4iVk/s400/PGL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301542064076428482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZLcayMRFMI/AAAAAAAAAsc/HlY05tVDd58/s400/PGL3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To Tiara J, AC, Adlin n Stephen, if only u read this.. (Ripley's, Believe Or Not!!) err.. the pujian in this entry is saya ikhlas.. no prob..n Ill be glad for a free ticket..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3349349082478982748?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3349349082478982748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3349349082478982748' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3349349082478982748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3349349082478982748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/pgl-iii.html' title='PGL III'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SZLWDsGB5nI/AAAAAAAAAsE/i-FnRgGBlsc/s72-c/pgl3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4749489991960412773</id><published>2009-02-09T21:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:07:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, mak.</title><content type='html'>Tadi mak pesan b4 she went back to my hometown sayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn lupa cuci baju (Ok, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lepas tu sidai baju (Ok, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn homesick (Hmm..ok, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn tak makan (Tak pernah, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak payah diet2, nnti pengsan (Tak pernah smpai pengsan, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before tido check pintu mesti kunci (Ok, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kerja betul2 (Ok, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn gaduh dgn org (Tak pernah, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn garang2 dgn org (Tak pernah juge, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn keluar dgn boyfriend org (Tak pernah n tak nak, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn hisap rokok (hahahha..whattt?? Ye, ok, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jgn pakai ketat2 (Ok, mak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, tu je ke mak? Boleh diteruskan if ada lagi.. hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe ok, tu je. See u, Dina. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye mak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minutes later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TingTing (bunyi message kat handphone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam hati ' Yes!!! Another birthday wish??'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sender : Emak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh ye Dina, lupa nak ckp tadi. Malam2 jgn keluar pergi disko tau. Bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha Mak, me memang sudah love you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Replied:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, Dina tak pergi disco, mak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4749489991960412773?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4749489991960412773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4749489991960412773' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4749489991960412773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4749489991960412773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-mak.html' title='Okay, mak.'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-292186974256646837</id><published>2009-02-09T01:38:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:22:58.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celebrating your birthday alone at home isnt so big deal to me, but Mek never never agree on that, so she came all the way to Ampang from Sg. Long, with a birthday cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEK THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love u lots and lots - u knew this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300487039755584322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8c4SUxg0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/mbCV8oy0g2A/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ignore our tudung style. We call it &lt;em&gt;mcm-towel-dibalut-dikepala-ahh-tak-kisah-asalkan-amik-gambar &lt;/em&gt;style. Sila jgn tiru style ini. Err..obviously u wont! Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300487562285882194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8dWs5tG1I/AAAAAAAAArE/Bo2MjXicI94/s400/withmek6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, my love love of my life dtg KL sbb nak naik LRT. N i got another one birthday cake! hihi.. Sbb tak sabar nk potong, i cut b4 snap the pic. ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8dOZUm4hI/AAAAAAAAAq8/aw8kKo1_-fs/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300487419591057938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8dOZUm4hI/AAAAAAAAAq8/aw8kKo1_-fs/s320/IMG_1835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And took more and more pics, as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300487720084695010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8df4v35-I/AAAAAAAAArM/33seab7UzMs/s400/pizza3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Err..tak masuk pun aquaria.. cuma nk pose kat ikan and background yg same kaler dgn baju sahaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300491730285577746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8hJT6RRhI/AAAAAAAAArU/B1Oj2aE8DuQ/s400/aquaria3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, we took a train to Ampang Park yg saya suka tu. We were happy - yeay dpt naik train together! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300491905331366162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8hTgAcCRI/AAAAAAAAArc/J1DPqN6deJ4/s400/aquaria4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy February ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P/S : Thank you friends for all the birthday wishes!! xoxo and those who hv forgotten, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GGGrrrrr..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(N Im listening to Eyelash - Juliet The Orange. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-292186974256646837?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/292186974256646837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=292186974256646837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/292186974256646837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/292186974256646837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-february.html' title='Happy February!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SY8c4SUxg0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/mbCV8oy0g2A/s72-c/IMG_1791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4079319437209066822</id><published>2009-01-31T23:20:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:19:26.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANA T-SHIRT SMURF???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Hani n Win, where is my Smurf's t-shirt!?&lt;br /&gt;Yg ringan n senang nk jemur tu..Yg so comfortable smpai leh trtido bila pakai..Yg nipis and tgh hari pun rasa mcm pagi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls, I'm afraid it's in your hostel.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pls check ye adik2 ku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cari punya cari.. guess what i saw yesterday??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boxes yg mengandungi my treasure, decades ago!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N rasanya dah 7 tahun tak buka! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pls jgn ada cicak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297479552483828706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYRtlfKxo-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_TsgX92Uz9o/s320/IMG_1672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mak ckp, tak ada siape2 bukak pun.. pheww..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297479789812997090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYRtzTSdW-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/c2WO_w5POwg/s320/IMG_1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, x ada emas or berlian pun.. only my stuff masa primary n secondary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found hundreds of notes2 of birthday wishes etc., stickers sandy lion la.. my series of diary..berjilid2 (annie frank hates me, i know.-nway, i read again everything for hours! Everything was so detail..adoi. sedih ada..funny gila pun ada! damn.. this is soo the magic of diaries! Dah lupa but suddenly sume bleh jd fresh in my mind!!), cards n ntah byk lagi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297487438439452194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYR0wgpHDiI/AAAAAAAAAng/QvkrEjHFNDM/s320/notes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mek, as always, notes dari kau sume berunsurkan nasihat positive! So cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297498202702757778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYR-jEpeP5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/k_dK_-ROwGE/s320/syara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikin, did i wake u up? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521742272787682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYST9QYT9OI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/KmC7MZdMT20/s320/IMG_1729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, saya mengaku saya slalu tido bersama Amani sbb takut, n to wake her up, perlu gerakkan her kaki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297522111834145714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSUSxGmw7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/NWTtkGqZ8c4/s400/IMG_1730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eeza! aku prnah bertunang ke mase skolah!!?? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297523330426095362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSVZstkRwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/8ORn3QJv_Qo/s320/IMG_1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls, these are soo u! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297502697145202226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSCorwDdjI/AAAAAAAAApo/EYOs6F-rVug/s400/IMG_1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297502382643291202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSCWYI9JEI/AAAAAAAAApg/yyIkdsD3cmk/s400/IMG_1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501927482744850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSB74iOYBI/AAAAAAAAApY/KAPqTZ1lwXU/s320/winhani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza, err..no comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297500126548901954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSATDiIwEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/s8OhHu_UaCM/s400/IMG_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA Aza, hope u remember this! Kita sgt obses dgn show Survivor n rasa mcm Mark Burnett tu hebat gila. So we played our own Survivor game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fbvuieyeuye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And u gave me this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501525400802978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSBkeqa1qI/AAAAAAAAApQ/14ymjAuMH2g/s400/IMG_1752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kar, HAHAHA i remember..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Kar.. kau tau tak lagu utk cite Mirror Attack yg dalam bhs melayu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kar : Tau. Jap, aku tuliskan the lyrics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SGT HEBAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297500427790129346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSAklvpGMI/AAAAAAAAAow/rf3Wv2UOZsY/s400/IMG_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kar.. Sgt pity.. Only kita berdua tak ada walkman.. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;ehfnyemfueriop&lt;/em&gt; kau compare walkman n the sky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like WHHAAAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501208181815682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSBSA7hOYI/AAAAAAAAApI/NhcApe9QXh4/s400/IMG_1751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zainul Hidayah..Ape kau dah buat smpai say sorry 3000x????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why 3000x?? Asal tak 5000!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha..kes hanger ni kot..kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297499156311123778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYR_alHbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAog/i9iSDAZpubo/s400/zainul1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. Ye eeza.. kau mengarut.. aku cuma boleh disclose the cover shj. HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sgt gila the isi2..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSBGxl2S1I/AAAAAAAAApA/PHhTjsN1FDc/s1600-h/IMG_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501015085828946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSBGxl2S1I/AAAAAAAAApA/PHhTjsN1FDc/s320/IMG_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateh, I was soo surprised that this leaf, tak reput2.. Kau letak chemicals ape2 ke time klas sains..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297500630602160978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSAwZRzG1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/c1Oe8W5NnBg/s320/IMG_1738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, i was lalala hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297490680133714754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYR3tM5QA0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/8ta4vG1bpa0/s400/kakdina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apek, u mentioned 'Dina cute' here..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Apek, sorry Azie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297503283591921698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSDK0b2QCI/AAAAAAAAApw/p0eh3X6mv-I/s320/IMG_1796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesot, OMG.. kau tulis 'Dah sampai masa kita menjadi dewasa'&lt;br /&gt;HAHA..serius ke ni kau..?! sign lg tu hah.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297492376964088226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYR5P-FIwaI/AAAAAAAAAoI/eTaz3GAUKyM/s320/IMG_1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet, Im still figuring out wut u wrote..&lt;br /&gt;Your handwriting is ssoo-doctor-type.&lt;br /&gt;(which i tot u gonna be one, one day, bukan auditor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297491915170306930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYR41Fw623I/AAAAAAAAAoA/mKTZXT57HUI/s320/IMG_1798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kar, note apa ni.. kau guna resit Tai Kuang Mahkota Parade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kau tulis.. 'Apekah faktor kesatuan umat?' and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u really wrote 'Fei Mau Forever'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoii aku tak suka Fei Mau! Estee yg suka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297519543353902002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSR9QxMg7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/HtniFF4OI0I/s400/IMG_1703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ye AZA, everyone knows ure so into Beautiful Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297520310300439778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSSp53f9OI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6cvmzvSfWvM/s320/IMG_1719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lyana, asal kita ni ckp kita-awak!?&lt;em&gt; utfcviwyftwkfy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297522626014655938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSUwskytcI/AAAAAAAAAqg/T--iLpnf9mg/s400/IMG_1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah if ada any secrets here. If ada pun, tak snggup nak baca okay. Pening.&lt;br /&gt;Ini Idayu gave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521121184681282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYSTZGpXjUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/r_004zkDiNY/s320/IMG_1726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P/s : Hani n win. Akak igt lagi. Check your lockers, pls.Thanks.&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/7212776748944191588-4079319437209066822?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4079319437209066822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4079319437209066822' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4079319437209066822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4079319437209066822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/mana-t-shirt-smurf.html' title='MANA T-SHIRT SMURF???'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYRtlfKxo-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_TsgX92Uz9o/s72-c/IMG_1672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-2198839403832161269</id><published>2009-01-30T00:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:34:07.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zainul Hidayah Turns 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MY EHEM2 ZAINUL KU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yang ke..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2o tahun.. (shuushh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYHW2N1P6rI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qb0CmmUqBEY/s1600-h/mezai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296750863678696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYHW2N1P6rI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qb0CmmUqBEY/s320/mezai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HiHi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Err..since both of us hate this pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jadi ive made it censored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buruk cam tahap burung n harimau! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, pic ni je yang ada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owh.. n a cake especially for u!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know u gonna love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296749702764718386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYHVypFyaTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/OGCgi03ArDM/s400/Image%5B1%5D.image011.jpg%4001C93EAE.4FAF7420.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday ZenJelita!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-2198839403832161269?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/2198839403832161269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=2198839403832161269' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2198839403832161269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/2198839403832161269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/zainul-hidayah-turns-20th.html' title='Zainul Hidayah Turns 20'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYHW2N1P6rI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qb0CmmUqBEY/s72-c/mezai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5915183081538760536</id><published>2009-01-28T22:24:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:36:44.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Conversation</title><content type='html'>Having flu and have to go to work really make me miserable. I was so uncomfortable until I went to ladies every minute of the day, tissues were my bestfriend and I was unable to talk. Coz later, I was afraid that others can hear my voice yg mcm ape ntah itu. N so I didn’t talk to anyone for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ooppss.. I laughed hard on the emails sent by my friends, as if Muntazer al-Zaidi's shoes btul2 kena Bush's head or Ehud Olmert has to sing MJ's thriller and he's so nervous that he pee on stage. Ok.. im so Jim Carrey's jokes now. Forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the emails, otherwise i dun see the point of staring at the screen dgn office yg tgh lengang ni.. Semua nak cuti..ish limau tak habis2 kot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From AZA (i make it capital letter so kau tak rase kau pupus, Bonita),&lt;br /&gt;WHY TEACHERS ARE SO STRESS NOWADAYS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People, pls read.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296355674022440626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBvbJo7brI/AAAAAAAAAlo/vCOhthJGu1w/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296356145156324050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBv2kv_-tI/AAAAAAAAAl4/JeLMPJ4AmpE/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;At least he knows what expand means..hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296357039666186210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBwqpDxR-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/JpkuRWURFZs/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296357137280921186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBwwUs77mI/AAAAAAAAAmI/S5QDhW0r5dk/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYONE NEED TRANSLATIONS?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358056054768002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBxlzZsQYI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/gr-Y7k9VGBw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pesot, prnah jumpa tak this snacks?? hahha hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358817681534402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBySIrqbcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/eYKM-OoH4Ao/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mek, dun tell me kau pernah guna while u were in Japan dulu.. ahahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358293147919762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBxzmpGpZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/CbYyfZYukk0/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wow..that party!!?? Korg pernah pi ke? hahha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358612092173474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYByGKzVvKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/K65aaUSgUK0/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh helo people, this is soo not my main story..&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my flu-tissue-washroom points… n to remind u, the title is Cute conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fyi..I need to pass by the lift on my way to the washroom. Dgn muka yg serius shit, I bet so serabut, terserempak la pulak with the en.congkak-1st game we play together2-wearing ring tu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;Say nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;En congkak : Hai.. baru baik demam ke?&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Howw the H does he know this?) Eh Hai.. A ah.. Hehe.. cmne tau?&lt;br /&gt;(shit..suara sengau Harun Salim Bachik ‘tahot’ dah kedengaran)&lt;br /&gt;En congkak : sbb suara u lain..hehe&lt;br /&gt;Me : (blur but senyum semangat) Ooo ok..hehe c ya&lt;br /&gt;(eh..since when u hear my voice??..ok cute.. Cute nyaaaa this conversation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok..jgn lupa. He got that ring..dun worry, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;NOTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7212776748944191588-5915183081538760536?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5915183081538760536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5915183081538760536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5915183081538760536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5915183081538760536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-conversation.html' title='Cute Conversation'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SYBvbJo7brI/AAAAAAAAAlo/vCOhthJGu1w/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-4777717535174797576</id><published>2009-01-27T00:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:20:10.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Israelis said 'Well Done' to each other</title><content type='html'>I had fever last week and due to not having enough rest, im suffering the saki baki of pening2 lalat today and merungut a bit.. After having 2 panadols in the afternoon, I made sure that I slept for few hrs, with my favourite pillow and my cooling blanket (yg Nurin tak suka tu), so that i have good n deep sleep. Merungut lagi.. sbb bunyi mercun &lt;em&gt;Kong He Kong He..&lt;/em&gt; Selepas itu.. ZzzZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read papers after my dinner, and I regretted for merungut sbb pening n merungut sbb bising. And the fact that I was pampered with nice pilows n blankets made me hate myself.. Knpe lah tak imagine how the Hamas suffered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the victims in Gaza are suffering the white phosphorus burnt. This happened as the rocket which contained that dangerous chemicals fired to people, or so called human in Gaza. The affect of that burnt was undefine, and after knowing about it, i just couldnt see the pics. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read today, and if u didnt, let me tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burnt will take off the victims' skin and the pain will spread to the bone. Some of the doctors claimed that, the burning pain is only the beginning.. it eat up the flesh, sink down to the bone and had to face with the unbearable itch. Unfortunately, they do not hv enough medicine. Besides, just in 10 months of the phosphorus attacks, it can develop cancer on the burnt areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bloody Israelis, fired the rockets with this chemicals to people which are mostly women and kids, again, KIDS! Eventhough some &lt;em&gt;'lucky' &lt;/em&gt;Hamas were not killed, they still suffering the burnt, the wounded skins, the 95% possibility of having cancer in few months n the hurts of lost of their loved ones too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my cousin just sent me another email, that I wish I didnt read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really know ONE of the ways used by the Israelis to kill the kids in Gaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many kids were fired, regardless whether the kids remind them of theirs at home. They shot them and when the parents attempted to rush to the rescue of their kids, who fell to the ground amid a pool of blood, rains of Israeli bullets kept the family a distance from their dying kids. The Israeli then released their dogs at the bodies. The Israelis just released their dogs, as even they have not done enough. They chased the family and prevented them from reaching to her body, knowing that the dogs would eat it..&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.. no photos of this unthinkable moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell to Israelis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295655820335997666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX3y6TfbYuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KIGQUSFrYr0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow..saya version garang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eh serius shit, Im serious now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plus..pening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-4777717535174797576?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/4777717535174797576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=4777717535174797576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4777717535174797576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/4777717535174797576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-israelis-said-well-done-to-each.html' title='When Israelis said &apos;Well Done&apos; to each other'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX3y6TfbYuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KIGQUSFrYr0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3241833194263492481</id><published>2009-01-26T14:06:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:58:33.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti Cuti Melaka</title><content type='html'>Our visits to Malacca was like &lt;em&gt;'alang-alang menyeluk perkasam' &lt;/em&gt;trip. The actual idea is to Japan/Indonesia/Australia hahaha&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;some/most&lt;/em&gt; of us fall into one of these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A) Tak ada passport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B) Tak ada duit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C) Ada passport tapi tak ada duit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D) Ada duit tapi tak ada passport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let's enjoy the pics yg we/I kinda perasan that we're the host of 'Destinasi Budget'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295480013973280754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1TBBwO1_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/INzfE3_iWsw/s400/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonker Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1Y5y_6FmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/zw2QjqRSJLk/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295486486823179874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1Y5y_6FmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/zw2QjqRSJLk/s400/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295486127910931698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1Yk58jzPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2TkLQA2B0Jw/s400/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having ABC at one of the stalls in Jonker Walk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295480720929340594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1TqLXsPLI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nsgnVrmEZJQ/s400/ABCjonker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And while having the ABC, we saw a group of young cameraman yg their cameras yg hitam macho amat tu. Jumpa again kat Staydhyus (Ill check again my spelling haha) and they said 'Hai'. Ok.. we were so blur.. jadi we only smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok, Dear Cameraman (the whole group) in case u read this (OMG girls..ok..korg punya idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We.. 'hai' back HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stadhyus..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295485824406342962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1YTPTbTTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pqRLHprBoG4/s400/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295486884202803858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1ZQ7Wl8pI/AAAAAAAAAlI/OoEMPEQq9PQ/s400/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295485451271700514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1X9hRMgCI/AAAAAAAAAko/FisnLgxjldM/s400/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295487175481075650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1Zh4cvp8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/t5Q-FUDYc_E/s400/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my dream will come true one day.. Which is to visit (yes, since i fall into one of the categories mentioned above haha)... err..byk.. so here goes the list..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Aquaria KLCC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Naik boat kt Mines &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Langkawi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Pulau Pinang dan jalan2 cari makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Pulau Perhentian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Sg Congkak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Sunset di tepi pantai (I loveeee beaches!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8) Sawah padi (sambil survey tanah utk buat rumah tepi sawah) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3241833194263492481?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3241833194263492481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3241833194263492481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3241833194263492481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3241833194263492481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuti-cuti-melaka.html' title='Cuti Cuti Melaka'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SX1TBBwO1_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/INzfE3_iWsw/s72-c/IMG_1638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-6610513736515866549</id><published>2009-01-25T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:36:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative lain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knape pics yg cantik, clear, bila upload kt sini, jadi jadi x clear!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camne nak wat &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flickr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ni???!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sbb tu ada 4 entries in a day okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hani, take note.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-6610513736515866549?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/6610513736515866549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=6610513736515866549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6610513736515866549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/6610513736515866549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/alternative-lain.html' title='Alternative lain'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-425534356665717367</id><published>2009-01-25T03:10:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:18:25.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KYSM Jan 2009 - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our investigation and photo shooting (hahha) diteruskan to sports complex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way there, we noticed that 2 blocks of teachers' apartments were empty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtoNeu3e2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/TTmwjEcIH7g/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294940367701375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtoNeu3e2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/TTmwjEcIH7g/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, our track juga was not maintain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sgt teruk the rosak2 tu. We heard that during sports day pun dah tak guna this track. OMG. We just couldnt imagine how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294940700844346274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtog3yVy6I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ywAhLdJEwZc/s320/IMG_1629.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295233935862471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXxzNZWtGkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gBvvzXMc_1s/s400/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tapi we still wanna run like we used to.. (duh..tak kuasa..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295234322911476082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXxzj7OYOXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3yg6L2b9qU4/s400/IMG_1630.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295234654185367650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXxz3NUOqGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-0ARWiEU7go/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294941711968572018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtpbuhJEnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9qh91NWTHew/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294942186267705554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtp3Va3gNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AuWexhZ-1DI/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nak turun at the swimming pool, but ada pak guard n malas lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buruk mcm mane pun, I'll always miss the good old days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294942287346811234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtp9N-AQWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VWRGmfvh9Yw/s320/777285781l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(KYSM taken at 1997)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-425534356665717367?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/425534356665717367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=425534356665717367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/425534356665717367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/425534356665717367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/kysm-jan-2009-part-3.html' title='KYSM Jan 2009 - Part 3'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtoNeu3e2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/TTmwjEcIH7g/s72-c/IMG_1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3052604548448608849</id><published>2009-01-25T02:41:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:37:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KYSM Jan 2009 - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back there are the same numbered lockers. But dah a bit buruk. Sgt teringat after every class habis, everyone was rushing utk ambil buku here. Owh..rindu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295236130915926034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx1NKkOwBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/tzhzcn1a2Sw/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933020532341906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXthh0ZQ_JI/AAAAAAAAAfU/pmX4sVDtw-c/s320/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lockers dulu tak laa di lock like this.. haha. N on top of the lockers tu are the Head Boys and the Head Girls since the yr 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our batch's were Mond n Ina. U can see Mond's there. But Ina's ter-snapped without her muka. Sorry.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295236435777081730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx1e6Qy0YI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XWQ2J_-DPN0/s400/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually dulu2, everytime the girls nak naik this tangga, mmg control je. Cover2 juga sbb always perasan ada anyone staring at our back. Cis.. perasan je.. Sebenarnye.. tak de pun.. N petang2 tmpat berdating &lt;em&gt;si toooott&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;si tttoooot..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295236672164671426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx1sq3_L8I/AAAAAAAAAiY/dUW6cJegtXU/s400/IMG_1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295236996747118370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx1_kCeRyI/AAAAAAAAAig/9AQKROIjjsE/s400/IMG_1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were on our way to the dining hall. Owh teringatnya when we were so couldnt wait for breakfast, tea, lunch, another tea, dinner n supper. Kat skola, kami cepat lapar. Er...skarang pun.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294934147875712402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtijcE3rZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0yeki7VTcZg/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our greatest Great Hall! Remember? We watched movies here and all the special event nights!! Plus, the assembly juga. Sejuk n comfortable until trtido setiap kali our late En. Ramli Maidin bg speech. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295237398482262146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx2W8nmGII/AAAAAAAAAio/T7aKV-Npky8/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295237798431259250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx2uOi3enI/AAAAAAAAAiw/l6Pq1L9qjbw/s400/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, mari masuk kereta sbb matahari sgt terik..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295238125875111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx3BSXkJsI/AAAAAAAAAi4/icLnfsm-dUs/s400/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view of our kebun, drpd tiang bendera depan admin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935041886210194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtjXehlSJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZQsXt7YZPcU/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People, pls dont be surprise that there is no longer the cooling SALEM here!!! Semua pokok SALEM were brutally cut. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fviuhvriuvbhrihr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935272520502674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtjk5tFTZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TI0O5FlHt4w/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SAVE OUR ENVIRONMENT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935613732589714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtj4w0YkJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/F8WppuoZ-M8/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SAVE THE TREES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HUG THEM!! errr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if u feel like seeing more pics, they r in the Part 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3052604548448608849?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3052604548448608849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3052604548448608849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3052604548448608849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/3052604548448608849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/kysm-jan-2009-part-2.html' title='KYSM Jan 2009 - Part 2'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx1NKkOwBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/tzhzcn1a2Sw/s72-c/IMG_1609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5901194814064077022</id><published>2009-01-25T00:59:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:55:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KYSM Jan 2009 - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like others, who spent their 5 yrs in high school, I have zillions of unforgettable memories there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I left school some years ago. From a student who worried on the monthly exam marks &lt;em&gt;(am i?),&lt;/em&gt; who were punished for wearing sandals to classes, who skipped the scary athletics trainings and others..and later, my friends and I were separated after school, we went to different universities, grew up, choosing different career paths and facing different challenges in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whenever we met, we still had the old same jokes, laugh at the same old stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stories of how &lt;em&gt;ehemm&lt;/em&gt; was asked to mopped the dining, that &lt;em&gt;uhuhuk&lt;/em&gt; was one of those who got last place in 4x100m event, &lt;em&gt;Ms X&lt;/em&gt; slapped &lt;em&gt;ehemm&lt;/em&gt; as she was so scared in the dark surau, &lt;em&gt;MsWW&lt;/em&gt; was soo into hindustan series, the old crush, how we were sooo excited on every rugby match (yeay), some of us kantoi gossip in luggage room n &lt;em&gt;toooot&lt;/em&gt; heard, and later &lt;em&gt;ehemmm&lt;/em&gt; asked for &lt;em&gt;toooot's&lt;/em&gt; ice cream, &lt;em&gt;Ms KK&lt;/em&gt; was fall down the chair when &lt;em&gt;Ms KK&lt;/em&gt; wanted to copy someone's answer, how &lt;em&gt;RR&lt;/em&gt; found buah busuk in &lt;em&gt;YY's&lt;/em&gt; locker and more stories which are never ending stories, i tell u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to school with the old friends was one of our &lt;em&gt;every-meeting-plan&lt;/em&gt;. Ha Ha. Memang tak pernah jadi. Bila rasa dah jadi pulak, some of us couldnt make it and bla..bla..bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So since Seremban is only a few km s with Ayer Keroh, n &lt;em&gt;Ms KK&lt;/em&gt; hoped &lt;em&gt;ehemm&lt;/em&gt; to drop &lt;em&gt;Ms KK&lt;/em&gt; at Malacca, so yeeehaaa.. at last!!! We went back to our old school where we spent most of our teenage years there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit to Ayer Keroh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294916243384752626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtSRQpk2fI/AAAAAAAAAds/0QeHgPG5Tx0/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah ku... hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294916994346288194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtS8-MwhEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1t8fk8TPUQU/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in these before Haha. Utk pi outing to JJ atau MP. Or utk pi clinics when we were sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294917502376823522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtTaiwrSuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Rr2W5FBRQJM/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or utk cheer for our KYS football/rugby/hockey team. Or utk mmg main for the match. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295241487988400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx6E_N1oNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gp4SJBvUSAo/s400/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We still had the cheering skills!! Gimme a K! Gimme a Y! Gimme an S! Gimme an M! K.Y.S.M. (Err..can u see the KYSM?? We tried hard for the 'S' especially..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, our Resource Centre!! We read here, we watch videos here, we err.. chat n stalked. Owh yup, any test done here, we copy each others' answers as easy as ABC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294921077001339954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtWqnRkxDI/AAAAAAAAAek/Cd_8IfJi0bw/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294920313785985826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtV-ME2qyI/AAAAAAAAAec/bNxBKpIXPgY/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were wondering...di manakah En Azmi Khaul n Shagon??! hihi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295244351550558418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx8rq0QkNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lHkShbjz8jo/s400/RCkami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the theatrettes! (correct my spelling pls huhu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Theaterette dari sudut depan :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295241947258078242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx6fuIQxCI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/d6aa94vwXA0/s400/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dari sudut tepi :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295242224714826242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx6v3vGwgI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_SLc4rOMibg/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sudut belakang theatrette :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295242568307270178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx7D3t7YiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TaAEnieNfXs/s400/backoftheatrette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More pics in 'KYSM Jan 2009 -Part 2'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5901194814064077022?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5901194814064077022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5901194814064077022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5901194814064077022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5901194814064077022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/kysm-jan-2009-part-1.html' title='KYSM Jan 2009 - Part 1'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtSRQpk2fI/AAAAAAAAAds/0QeHgPG5Tx0/s72-c/IMG_1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1582532056513190663</id><published>2009-01-25T00:04:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:05:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Ateh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue : Seremban, Negeri Sembilan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time : We woke up at &lt;strong&gt;6.15am&lt;/strong&gt;, thus we were able to reach Tmn Pinggiran Golf at 10 am &lt;strong&gt;sharp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Source : Map from &lt;strong&gt;Google.com&lt;/strong&gt; -by Mek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trip members :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. SYARA - the owner of the car, n the most trusted (alerts on red lights, double lines, &lt;strong&gt;zebra&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;crossing&lt;/strong&gt; etc) person who drove there&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(nnti type driver, kecik hati pulak..haha)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294896820528611970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtAms30AoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9UJloQtRDmg/s320/syara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. EEZA - hottest (err..) n reliable co-pilot. She read maps, controlled the radio n did not sing &lt;em&gt;(thank God)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294896637046281266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtAcBWN1DI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Aw21okrZDjQ/s320/eeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. NURIN, ME n AZA - back passangers who wear sitbelts, (only on the first 10 mins of the journey), who didnt drive n didnt read maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but..we were hot (panas..i mean, panas yg suhu darjah celcius tu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294896404888831314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtAOgfkRVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5zDWutkTdc0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With shared drinks, a chocolate bar, ROCKY and some candies, here we go!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294897028133976770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtAyyQyesI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iIbp1aAY07o/s320/shortcut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Thanks to Eeza's mom for the directions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ateh's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While waiting for Mr. Abul's arrival..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295246920009963714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx_BLEs2MI/AAAAAAAAAj4/oZG41Fnb5ag/s400/ateh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika cincin disarung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294892857232965250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXs9AAcfvoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/H5CKFmEUJHk/s320/sarungcincin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateh, CONGRATULATIONS n HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295246627431658882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXx-wJImNYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rLWiTMLXGUM/s400/withhantaran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294892462160584306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXs8pAr5nnI/AAAAAAAAAck/bWozcbjV04A/s320/atehengagement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Win, thank u sis! Ok, i remember the promises haha&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/7212776748944191588-1582532056513190663?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1582532056513190663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1582532056513190663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1582532056513190663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1582532056513190663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/congratulations-ateh.html' title='Congratulations Ateh!!'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXtAms30AoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9UJloQtRDmg/s72-c/syara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3546211148712724335</id><published>2009-01-22T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:11:00.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utk berjumpa si kecil2 yg tak kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117976325669346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXh8QAHmweI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oF7INZzPHPg/s320/rumah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Duhh..mcm laa dah 10 tahun tak balik rumah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Memang..saja gedik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-3546211148712724335?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/3546211148712724335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=3546211148712724335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-3100848546241872672</id><published>2009-01-21T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:23:31.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLE FOR UNDEFINE FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seorang kawan saya is super senget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hampeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dshdkjshclkjdchidchu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenlee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gelimat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejoice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAIKO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gilas tahap MA pun jadi hal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D'Masive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan tak tahu mcm mane nak teruskan lagi perkataan2 madness utk kawan ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was playing with words like...fsdfoihvjnskjv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skali tu...fieufhkjvnsadjfhwo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next meeting, dinner is on u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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FRIEND'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-1681015379188365725</id><published>2009-01-21T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:59:12.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nak balik kampung!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAAYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-1681015379188365725?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/1681015379188365725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=1681015379188365725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1681015379188365725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/1681015379188365725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown.html' title='countdown'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-430693069271885900</id><published>2009-01-20T21:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:30:08.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Advice For A Friend From Unqualified Therapist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMINDER : This post might contain lengthy of words. If u hate it,leave this. If u have sore eyes, shut down ur pc please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think ive made this public a few months ago, that im no longer ur doc love - coz my own story was one with bad ending n yet no longer a good listener - coz I hardly listen to any of yours as i had so many things in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But about an hour ago, one of my close friends called, telling me her sad love story that i know, she was crying. Surprisingly, I managed to have few words that I hope it will help and calm u down. Knowing that my friends are not happy really make me sad. Hoiii u ppl shud thank me!!!!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok beb, i understand that when we like someone, but later, knew he's into someone else, is really really hurt.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U'll feel like hating n blaming urself - but stop this, ini akan membuat kau lg depress. Let it go. U have to, cik kawan ku! Just dont blame urself, as this is the stupid-est thing ever. It's no one's mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Akan tidak bersemangat? - haha Hoii ini peak period!! Jgn gediks untuk tidak bersemangat. Come on girl!! U can do it!! Make urself busy pls.. like.. err AR ke.. reasonableness test ke..vouching ke.. haha plus, delete n erase anything that will remind u of him. Ape2 lah yg patut. I think u know better than me. GO KWNKU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U'll feel ure the unluckiest - Yes, i remmber, u mentioned this just now. Aduhai, pls tgk the news, kids, women are killed, houses were bombed, no food, medicine pun x cukup, n no blankets to sleep at night kat Gaza tu, which was done by the heartless Zionist, n yet, kau nk ckp kau unlucky ke? Enough of this, tolong ambil wuduk sekarang juga n u know wut to do after that. Syg ku, remember, Tuhan itu akan menolong umatNya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jangan marah2 - Beb, jgn marah si dia juga. He has the right to like anyone he wants. Love is something err..err.. the feel of takde paksaan (Yucks..did i really type this?? Tengok, sbb kau, aku dah terkeluar this kind of ayat). So, sukahati on both sides utk suka siapa2. If he doesnt like u, what else can u do?? Accept it. Things happen for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ish..luckily aku x sebelah kau.. kalau tidak.. mesti dah cekik kau.. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop crying!!! - U asked me once, 'Dina, bila kau menangis??' 'Bila ada pemergian ahli keluarga terdekat, bila aku homesick, bila dengar adik2 aku menangis n my last day in high-skool.' 'So, if kau suka org, but org tu suka org lain, like my case, kau nangis tak?' 'Tak.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bukan hati batu ataupun perempuan kolot, but I dont see any point of nangis bila ure rejected haha. Cuma sakit hati sikit. Tp the pain inside boleh dihilangkan with the help from Allah, n u really have to forgive n forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Err.. do I membebel too much? Ok, I think u understand wut Im trying to say. Even sampai 1000 words pun, dgn keadaan kau ni, i dun think any of my advice are able to be absorbed by u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i can say is, U CAN DO IT!!! DONT WORRY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-430693069271885900?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/430693069271885900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=430693069271885900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/430693069271885900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/430693069271885900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/advice-for-friend-from-unqualified.html' title='An Advice For A Friend From Unqualified Therapist'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212776748944191588.post-5331400563468060361</id><published>2009-01-20T17:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:00:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met every month in the calendar n on phone every week.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime jumpa, we talked as if we havent seen each other for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293311751206856242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXWe_hgV5jI/AAAAAAAAAb0/m35r6WeFzXs/s320/thegardens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This isnt facebook, so i cant tag them. Nway, in the pics r Kar, Syara, Eeza, Milo n Aida-1/ 2 je haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since we really care for the environment, green house n the ozone, we took a bus to KL Sentral..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293311406140755394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXWercCLDcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/vNqEKA4MxA8/s320/bas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But i was so sad on the way back home after that because my no.1 favourite sandal/selipar/terompah was terpatah a bit! Sedih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293310921415649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXWePOSs5yI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Mkndy_Ucqq0/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, so I wont feel guilty of buying a new one this weekend. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212776748944191588-5331400563468060361?l=dinanajib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/feeds/5331400563468060361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7212776748944191588&amp;postID=5331400563468060361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5331400563468060361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7212776748944191588/posts/default/5331400563468060361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanajib.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-weekends.html' title='one of the weekends'/><author><name>dinaRr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390545578218930504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SsCSvjGrrkI/AAAAAAAABB0/HA8dTuQMQVE/S220/dina1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rg5yngahoX0/SXWe_hgV5jI/AAAAAAAAAb0/m35r6WeFzXs/s72-c/thegardens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
