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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;account from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing different, just that now i could say more -looking to the fact that i could put passwords on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geh can't waitt. right. bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-4606839009301589580?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/4606839009301589580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=4606839009301589580" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/4606839009301589580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/4606839009301589580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-love.html" title="Last Love." /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UAR3Y8fSp7ImA9WxRQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-8639211743417141335</id><published>2008-10-14T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:40:46.875+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-14T12:40:46.875+08:00</app:edited><title>Promo promo promo -_-</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://WWW.AARSTREETTEAM.COM/CDA5240F87574D8387EBDE8FEC733210/tracklink.asp?guid=4DC9247705084C5498A0EC3F81AD06C2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://media.godashboard.com/allamericanrejects/aar_albumout_300.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/85QE5wKECC84obYXFzJvFg?authkey=7FckJtlWKf8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sa.prom08/SNsxdS7OQgI/AAAAAAAAADk/3Be7OTQYEag/s800/prom%20sa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://saprom08.blogspot.com"&gt;SRI AMAN PROM 08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-8639211743417141335?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/8639211743417141335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=8639211743417141335" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/8639211743417141335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/8639211743417141335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/10/promo-promo-promo.html" title="Promo promo promo -_-" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sa.prom08/SNsxdS7OQgI/AAAAAAAAADk/3Be7OTQYEag/s72-c/prom%20sa2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENSHc5fCp7ImA9WxdUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-408943669442803928</id><published>2008-07-26T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:24:59.924+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-26T01:24:59.924+08:00</app:edited><title>i miss.</title><content type="html">i actually miss blogging here alot.&lt;br /&gt;Wordpress has been way more formal than this,&lt;br /&gt;after each full stop comes an uppercased letter. No short forms.&lt;br /&gt;And I always have to make sure that all the words are not marked through the diction/spell check. And British English (the proper one, mind you) is always exempted from being changed of it's state into the American versions.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much of a control freak can i really turn into.&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, this all ought to do me good.&lt;br /&gt;My grades for essays haven't been so well, &amp;amp;I'm losing my grammatical sense. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, quit it with all the control freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Weird fact Uno: I am starting to want to take in Irish accents. Thank You Pete Doherty -_-"&lt;br /&gt;uhh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall promo this here too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2701149832_7a23e4bce9_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school and decided to complete the design in a day.&lt;br /&gt;ohh how good i am at prioritising. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-408943669442803928?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/408943669442803928/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=408943669442803928" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/408943669442803928?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/408943669442803928?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss.html" title="i miss." /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2701149832_7a23e4bce9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQnY6eip7ImA9WxdVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-8760026029147704759</id><published>2008-07-17T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:13:03.812+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T00:13:03.812+08:00</app:edited><title>Last post (:</title><content type="html">i am meant to be blogging at my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diamonkkyu.wordpress.com"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;account from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing different, just that now i could say more, looking to the fact that i could put passwords on my posts. geh can't waitt. right. bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-8760026029147704759?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/8760026029147704759/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=8760026029147704759" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/8760026029147704759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/8760026029147704759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-post.html" title="Last post (:" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EEQXkyfSp7ImA9WxdVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-4561367979792823137</id><published>2008-07-17T05:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:00:00.795+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-17T06:00:00.795+08:00</app:edited><title>pee-ing machine .</title><content type="html">i guess i shall thank Anna for the new nickname. or not.&lt;br /&gt;Pn L's class yday was mad. i was dozing off already when i decided to request for an exercise session in class to keep our blood flowing -youknowwhatimean. she agreed, and requested me to take the lead. obviously, i wouldn't say yes. As an ex-cheerleader, Fi took the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole exercise thing, I spotted G, looking back to 'us' and giving us 'the look' while the class was in the midst of a slight joke with cikgu. so then, i decided to make a joke out of it. i was that bored. .. and while i was telling Keer passionately -"Sheesh, whylaah is she turning back and looking at us." *rolls eyes. Then only had i realised that the whole class was looking back upon us as Pn L was already giving us "THE BROWS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know, i was running around the table from her and pleading as she was trying to tickle me. i was urging to pee and being tickled was the last thing i'd want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was tuition later on. just more of me talking than doing work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda called me weird after i called her so. Steph told me that I'm weirder than Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;but i still think Amanda's weirder. I have reasons anyways. Chocolates make me high.&lt;br /&gt;and so do extremely humid weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will continue later evening i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;we're heading for Johor tomorrow morning (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-4561367979792823137?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/4561367979792823137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=4561367979792823137" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/4561367979792823137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/4561367979792823137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/pee-ing-machine.html" title="pee-ing machine ." /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HQHs5cCp7ImA9WxdVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-1270125734034639265</id><published>2008-07-15T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:32:11.528+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-15T23:32:11.528+08:00</app:edited><title>ikaga</title><content type="html">i have a cut on my lower lip because i ate candy and the sharp edge had cut my lips. i swear it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;we played 'kabadi' which is a traditional indian game for P.E and i got out of the game during the early parts but i did manage to "tangkap" many of the enemies. i should be a bit more alert deng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keer had made me realise that i am a little too perky. okay, scratch the little part. looking on the positive side, atleast i act that way all the time, not only to 'certain' people and at 'certain' timings with 'certain' intentions, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also coming up with the cheesiest phrases around but thankfully, i manage to shut my mouth from muttering them out. it would be pure embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school was offered 20 placings for a full non-bonded scholarship to study engineering in the USA. i decided not to apply at all despite being an engineer was once my ambition. i have a simple reason to my not so reasonable decision: i don't want to complicate things anymore. i guess i'm just trying to be a little more firm with myself on the decisions i make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accounts tuition was canceled and i was happy that i had time to complete my homeworks. that did not however occur since i was glued to watching the political debate on tv. i just like seeing people getting all defensive. it's funny. and it reminds me how much of a comedy i am when in arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-1270125734034639265?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/1270125734034639265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=1270125734034639265" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/1270125734034639265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/1270125734034639265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/ikaga.html" title="ikaga" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQXg9eSp7ImA9WxdVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-6627432299933730956</id><published>2008-07-14T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:11:20.661+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-14T23:11:20.661+08:00</app:edited><title>i will not curse in this entry.</title><content type="html">i feel deprived of water. which is dumb because it's not like i don't have a bucketload of it now.&lt;br /&gt;and i am overdosed with caffeine which is meant to help me stay up for physics revision, not this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bullied by Pn L in class again today after such a long time. proves that my perception of her having to have given up on me to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class: HAHAH funny lahh.&lt;br /&gt;me: err, err. ookayy&lt;br /&gt;teacher: she's not funny, she's crazy! are you drunk?&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha, noolahh teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the caffeine, honestly. and charl laughed like a bloody clown.&lt;br /&gt;we also studied a drama for KOMSAS and i got to be Nur Atma II, the religious one who really likes to repeat whatever her points are. she's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i curse too much now i am starting to get annoyed by myself and even feel disgusted/ sortof ashamed. blame the british shows i'm watching. too much, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, back to physics and then maybe i should award myself with deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;doubt that, looking back at the amount of caffeine i just had.&lt;br /&gt;ah man -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-6627432299933730956?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/6627432299933730956/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=6627432299933730956" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6627432299933730956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6627432299933730956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-not-curse-in-this-entry.html" title="i will not curse in this entry." /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNSHw8eyp7ImA9WxdWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-5157317905407082671</id><published>2008-07-13T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:36:39.273+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-13T23:36:39.273+08:00</app:edited><title>let it move a little.</title><content type="html">tralala.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am somehow really into John Mayer, although he doesn't sing the tunes i like much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like Elvis Costello, although he is old enough to be my granddad and finding him hot or even as a guy who was, is somewhat annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's not even start with Peter Doherty. He doesn't write good songs anymore it makes me feel dumb to find him somewhat amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-5157317905407082671?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/5157317905407082671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=5157317905407082671" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5157317905407082671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5157317905407082671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-it-move-little.html" title="let it move a little." /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNRX46fSp7ImA9WxdWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-2625177971153239245</id><published>2008-07-10T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:03:14.015+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-10T20:03:14.015+08:00</app:edited><title>oohlalalala! (:</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4I3Ykf9I/AAAAAAAAARg/mh1HojiAVHM/s1600-h/a317yg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4I3Ykf9I/AAAAAAAAARg/mh1HojiAVHM/s400/a317yg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221352174195605458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4JDaPRfI/AAAAAAAAARo/g_Yp5dXaYwU/s1600-h/mitchhewer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4JDaPRfI/AAAAAAAAARo/g_Yp5dXaYwU/s400/mitchhewer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221352177423828466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4JuodieI/AAAAAAAAARw/mW0PNs09W50/s1600-h/mitch_hewer_1189961238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4JuodieI/AAAAAAAAARw/mW0PNs09W50/s400/mitch_hewer_1189961238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221352189026208226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't look very much the same from S1,&lt;br /&gt;a transformation for the better, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4J-9l2UI/AAAAAAAAAR4/62-xvEDtFqU/s1600-h/mitch_hewer_1215276096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4J-9l2UI/AAAAAAAAAR4/62-xvEDtFqU/s400/mitch_hewer_1215276096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221352193409800514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4KHsCb4I/AAAAAAAAASA/IFsmpkKNkdM/s1600-h/TI4U_u1179271245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4KHsCb4I/AAAAAAAAASA/IFsmpkKNkdM/s400/TI4U_u1179271245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221352195752095618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;nineteen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; and has &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;slit&lt;/span&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;ok, cut the self proclaimed shallowness part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Funny &lt;/span&gt;fact: I came across a poll of him against &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt; on who's the hottest.&lt;br /&gt;He was voted 19 while Ronaldo got a vote of 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;NAJWA&lt;/span&gt;! how can Cristiano win over him lahh? Ronaldo doesn't even have human-like features . ..&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/34060837-2625177971153239245?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/2625177971153239245/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=2625177971153239245" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/2625177971153239245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/2625177971153239245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/oohlalalala.html" title="oohlalalala! (:" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SHX4I3Ykf9I/AAAAAAAAARg/mh1HojiAVHM/s72-c/a317yg.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMQXw7cSp7ImA9WxdWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-6207357725286557568</id><published>2008-07-10T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:31:20.209+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-13T23:31:20.209+08:00</app:edited><title>youuchhh</title><content type="html">i have finally decided to succumb onto wearing my dental retainers on a daily basis or atleast more often than once in 5 months HE HE HE -_- and ouchh! it hurts alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been, different.&lt;br /&gt;just a week ago, on the 5th, i had somewhat of a mental breakdown and let's not start on what had happened. but i guess i was happy that it happened because i had managed to clear some things off my head and just get things straight with the people i love. because of me not consuming any form of food between evening till late afternoon the next day on that particular evening, i am currently suffering from sever gastric problems and i can no longer eat anything with a tad bit of spice in it. neither can i have anything too sour. or too oily. or caffeine. but i'm letting myself off from the 'no-caffeine' diet. i am far too addicted to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 6th however, with my extra sepet eyes and eye bags, i studied a little for a short test in tuition we'll be having on Tuesday (i'll elaborate more on this later), and then headed to Midvalley, feeling extremely anxious and excited to buy stationaries locked in glass cabinet displays. and then i felt dumb because apparently the Borders with those lot of pens was the one in Pavillion, not Gardens. it was a trip of waste no doubt, and i could've spent those hours in Klcc instead. gehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, life has been okay since i have been practising good karma and decided to not mess about with how things go too much. Imma keep it cool with the flo' of zeengs. i guess so. and yeah, things have been alright and i'm content with the fact that i had a breakdown not because i am an attention seeking bitch and i like being thought as a person in need of a psychiatrist but because of the simple reason that i managed to get atleast some things of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just dealing with the shits of life or in simple words, i am becoming a complete pro in ignoring everything, i can just hope things would stay as still, i guess :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-6207357725286557568?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/6207357725286557568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=6207357725286557568" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6207357725286557568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6207357725286557568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/youuchhh.html" title="youuchhh" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFRn8-fCp7ImA9WxdWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-2106933886507935338</id><published>2008-07-02T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:18:37.154+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-02T21:18:37.154+08:00</app:edited><title>karmachameleon</title><content type="html">i told keer, i'd join her on being a temporary vegan.&lt;br /&gt;moments later, i treated myself with a burger at mcDs. geehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pleading my sister to accompany me to watch a play at KlPac this weekend titled Air Con.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a flyer of it during my 'trip' to Sunway College last week and it was featured on the newspaper today. and a few days back too (: i've just recently found out that the play writer is Shannon Shah, a man whom i come across pretty frequently when browsing on acoustic acts. i have also realised that he was the same man my mum mentioned ages ago, and as i remember the way she had put it "he sings well, better then that Ghazi i think. Just that he isn't as good looking". so i guess i'd bug my mum to come along too and that would spare me from the faint promise of a ticket i made to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sister said yes because i sounded pathetic, having to text her on such an unimportant issue. she's not around for the night which means the possibility of me waking up and really studying is above average with the likeliness of me being scared to be alone at this part of the house higher too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay but people are very cranky these days. i am part of people and i have noticed that in me too. i should start being slightly more devoted to my religion, i realised. too many 'signs' telling me to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also recently enrolled into a new tuition centre with a tutor whom i dare not mention of. it has been ages since i have last went to a tuition centre without being spoiled by the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had always been this way:&lt;br /&gt;the teacher writes out a question for me to solve.&lt;br /&gt;i think for a moment and write out an answer.&lt;br /&gt;i erase the answer.&lt;br /&gt;i'd tell the teacher "i'll copy your answer, hehehe :D"&lt;br /&gt;the teacher would write the answer.&lt;br /&gt;i'd sulk for the fact that i had erased it.&lt;br /&gt;everyone laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's totally different now. and honestly, i have changed tutors 3-4 times already because of the simple fact that i get too comfortable with them up to the point when i don't even use my bloody brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah god. back to studying and tonnes of homework. overdue once. oh well, taa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-2106933886507935338?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/2106933886507935338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=2106933886507935338" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/2106933886507935338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/2106933886507935338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/karmachameleon.html" title="karmachameleon" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNRH48fip7ImA9WxdXGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-1639518932540582827</id><published>2008-07-01T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:14:55.076+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T23:14:55.076+08:00</app:edited><title>happy birthday keerthana! (:</title><content type="html">i hope you liked the card we made together and i hope despite the laid back birthday you're having this year (that is unless you are in for a surprise i am not aware of tonight), you'll be having a blast with the loved ones beside you (: and the ones not beside you too. ehh scratch the s ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-1639518932540582827?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/1639518932540582827/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=1639518932540582827" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/1639518932540582827?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/1639518932540582827?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-keerthana.html" title="happy birthday keerthana! (:" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GSHwyeCp7ImA9WxdXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-6034727814473341217</id><published>2008-07-01T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:38:49.290+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T00:38:49.290+08:00</app:edited><title>najwa did this and so am i</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What kind of magnets do you have on your refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;from englad mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do you have a bumper sticker on your car? What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;none .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Look directly behind you. What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;a cute pillow and a bunch of soft toys. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is there any art on your walls?&lt;br /&gt;noope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What do you like to collect?&lt;br /&gt;magazine cut-outs? and cds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Most annoying sound?&lt;br /&gt;any form of nag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What gives you chills (in a bad way) when you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Do you put potato chips on your sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should try that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Ever left the remote in the refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;it has happened and to najwa who answered previously to this, i am not that dumb too but strange things happen :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do you want to be something other than an actor or singer?&lt;br /&gt;er du'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Carpet, ceramic or hard wood floors in living room?&lt;br /&gt;carpet/hardwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Interesting fact about the town you were born in?&lt;br /&gt;traffic jam madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Were you born in the town you live in now?&lt;br /&gt;nopeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ever had a bird poop on you?&lt;br /&gt;no yeayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What city/ state/ country were your mom and dad born?&lt;br /&gt;johor and kuala lumpur. how very city-like my kampungs are - _ -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; What color are the walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;p i n k !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; What is your favorite scent of air freshener?&lt;br /&gt;anyything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; What is your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;perfumee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What sound does your pet make?&lt;br /&gt;meeeee oooo wwwhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Are you lactose intolerant?&lt;br /&gt;nope but i dont drink milk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you even eaten a pint of ice cream by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;not ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a facebook account?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your favorite hang out when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;ew tht place is the shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-6034727814473341217?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/6034727814473341217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=6034727814473341217" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6034727814473341217?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6034727814473341217?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/najwa-did-this-and-so-am-i.html" title="najwa did this and so am i" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMCRH05cCp7ImA9WxdXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-8920689128955044327</id><published>2008-07-01T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:31:05.328+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T00:31:05.328+08:00</app:edited><title>i have weird friends but they're the greatest.</title><content type="html">najwa cries alot. alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;first the ghost house, and then this:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nathan: Now sudah Julyy! We need to work faster!&lt;br /&gt;Najwa: It's June teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Kira and Yaya: Hahahahah! July dah laa!&lt;br /&gt;Self: Najwaa, June dh nk end dahh.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nathan: 3 more hours only left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she cried.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that we are one month closer to SPM.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this happened on msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SGkKHWMoZ-I/AAAAAAAAARA/f_JIJYrg3sI/s1600-h/tsk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SGkKHWMoZ-I/AAAAAAAAARA/f_JIJYrg3sI/s320/tsk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217712764619352034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out her personal message -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA ish;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-8920689128955044327?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/8920689128955044327/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=8920689128955044327" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/8920689128955044327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/8920689128955044327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-weird-friends-but-theyre.html" title="i have weird friends but they're the greatest." /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SGkKHWMoZ-I/AAAAAAAAARA/f_JIJYrg3sI/s72-c/tsk.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GQXY_eSp7ImA9WxdXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-7853868575979326498</id><published>2008-07-01T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:22:00.841+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T00:22:00.841+08:00</app:edited><title>self proclaimed klutz</title><content type="html">uwah uwah uwah uwahhhhhh! ):&lt;br /&gt;i left a bag of a full set of my school uniform including my fucking camisole too and all of my english and math exercise books. mammmppuuus. it was incidental. sort of. friends saw it there in class on friday evening and now it's gone. eagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also left my watch in the canteen earlier and once i realised it was gone, i decided to die immediately. it was okay if i had been wearing my odm or whatever but i had the tag heuer on. pegh, i could imagine my mum looking at me like this -&gt; O.O and then babbling on why i do not deserve to be bought anything expensive and then comes the talk on prices of petrol increasing.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, my life was saved to the pak cik canteen! TERIMAKASIH POKCIKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right mal. sucksucksucks.&lt;br /&gt;i want the bloody bag backk!&lt;br /&gt;faakklahh! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i have gotten profoundly used to cursing casually even in normal conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ought to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Keerthana Doraisingam&lt;/span&gt; JUST TURNED &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt; 25 MINs AGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-7853868575979326498?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/7853868575979326498/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=7853868575979326498" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/7853868575979326498?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/7853868575979326498?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/07/self-proclaimed-klutz.html" title="self proclaimed klutz" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHRnozeip7ImA9WxdXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-6539346894346954523</id><published>2008-06-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:00:37.482+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-30T00:00:37.482+08:00</app:edited><title>aahh takmahuuu -_-</title><content type="html">i had my hair cut and jeez it sucks. i have no other words to express as i am currently going through a deep regret on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also realised that i left my school shoes infront of the Ghost House. last time i saw it was before th carnival. i wonder if it's still around. AND THOSE WERE MY BEST PAIR! the one i usually use when we have visitors to school and i have to look extra 'cluster'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah jeez i need a change /dsmnflsnfjkf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-6539346894346954523?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/6539346894346954523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=6539346894346954523" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6539346894346954523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/6539346894346954523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/aahh-takmahuuu.html" title="aahh takmahuuu -_-" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBRHs6fyp7ImA9WxdXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-5893797611131024481</id><published>2008-06-29T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:34:15.517+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-29T19:34:15.517+08:00</app:edited><title>and you aree? -_-"</title><content type="html">hari k was tiring, annoying yet fun in an i-dont-know what way.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in the ghost house as security during first shift after applying make-up onto jasmeet, who was the crawling ghost btw. Anna sat with me underneath a huge black cloth while people walked into the very dark maze, unaware of our presence beside them. that is, until they go, "where the hell are we supposed to go" . it was undeniably funny for us to see different reactions to the pitch black atmosphere the visitors were in for. We even spotted a pair of girls, one humped onto the other's back, with her own two feet no longer touching the ground as it was in mid air as her whole body was weighing onto her friend's back -this happened during the part when they were supposed to crawl. Anna claims that she looks like a baby monkey on her the mother monkey's back, i just found what we had to see a little, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd shift was as the Crawling Ghost. Keer was the Exorcist Ghost. Anna the Gobbling Ghost, Steph the terrifying clown and Charl as the i-dont-know-what-to-do Chuckie. We managed to scare people alot. But our shift was when more and more boys came in and du'oh they weren't at all terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got this a lot:&lt;br /&gt;Unknown boy: Hii! (:&lt;br /&gt;Unknown boy: *pops face as close as possible to mine* Heyy!&lt;br /&gt;Unknown boy: *goes up to all the ghosts* You're beautiful, can i have your number?&lt;br /&gt;Familiar faced dude: *crawls ahead, turns head around to the back* Ehh, hello!&lt;br /&gt;Unknown boy: *goes up to Keer the Exorcist Ghost* Eh ghost, what song is this ahh?&lt;br /&gt;Vivien: Stephhh! Hahahahah! Amal!! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd shift, i decided on a short break. In order to go out, i wiped the make up from my face and decided on a wash to be done only later on. i asked Kira if i was okay looking to go out and she said yes. Everyone looked at me in a way when i walked through the crowd, i thought it was only because that i had a little make up on me still. Then i encountered Abe, where he yelled and pointed at me and laughed as if his pancreas were about to burst and then he told me to wash my face first if ever i was stepping out of my duty. and then i saw Atoy and Vivien. and Amanda who nicely asked me why i was looking in such a way. I asked he if i looked that dumb. She replied with a yes and i went to the toilet and realised i look worse than dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside as security, just for a while. Later on, went through the carnival with Pah to finish our coupons. After some time, the class decided to change the ghosts and i did make up on Nahjan and a little on Anna since Kira has gone home or some place else. Pah also became a ghost for only a trip of people. I became security again and this time, Najwa, Tiya, Ira, Yaya, Put and some other people came in. Najwa cried and Yaya had an asthma attack. Najwa didn't even realise i was there although i had no make up whatsoever on me and i remember very well telling them to quit being annoying because they stopped not even halfway through the maze because they were scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the end of everything, we left the Ghost House in a state of mess and agreed to stay back to clean it up on Monday. Wanted to go makan with Jim and Pah but we didn't know where to go and i had no other choice but to leave already since Abe wanted to go back already and he was teman-ing me to walk to the lrt. I was amazed that Abe knew gossips about the drama happening in our school right now but i was more amazed that i did not complain about the whole thing to him but decided to keep my side of the story only to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home feeling tired but did not sleep because annoying Dan was online and we talked crap mostly. Chatted with Tiya later on and then the day ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-5893797611131024481?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/5893797611131024481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=5893797611131024481" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5893797611131024481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5893797611131024481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-you-aree.html" title="and you aree? -_-&quot;" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDQ3c5fSp7ImA9WxdQGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-5111869318828592899</id><published>2008-06-20T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:17:52.925+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-20T00:17:52.925+08:00</app:edited><title>let's talk about life</title><content type="html">or maybe some other time. i would not like to be reminded of its stupidity, thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 1. Someone knocks on your door at 2 a.m., who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;a person who could tell me what i should do for a better future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boss tells you he/she will give you a $20 raise if you'll work without a shirt/pants, what do u choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;i'd tell him i'm married. if it was a she, i'd quit the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put yourself in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;contradicting, demanding. i want simplicity with happiness, but i am the exact opposite to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;4. Ever seen a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;no and would not like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy with your body?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could be better, could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. A reason you would move to Iceland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;to run away from my problems and start all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A place you've lived that you miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Usj 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A job you would never do, no matter how much you were paid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Jail warden. Watching individuals being tormented would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;9. A band/group you thought was cool when you were 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;linkin park. uh malu :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You have a nightmare, who's the first person you think to call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;my sister, now that she's back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wanna have kids before you're 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;yes, if the state i am in qualifies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 12. A memory from high school:&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good one or a bad one? hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever had a crush on one of your friend's parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;i only said he was good looking but it ended there -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Naughtiest thing you've done at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;never in a horny way i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you look more like your mom, or your dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Mommyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Something you've always wanted to learn how to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A perfect cake like the ones you get from Bakerzin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you'd like to be in 10 years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Anywhere i'd be happy at. It really depends on what i'm doing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Something you learned this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Life is something you have to face alone and no matter how many people you have with you, you've to learn to deal with things on your own. That is, until after marriage lah kot :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you want to do for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Lose all my problems and forget things for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST ITEM YOU BOUGHT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. NAME FOUR THINGS YOU DID TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biology revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re-decorated my planner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did a folio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DO U HAVE AN ORNAMENT HANGING FROM UR REARVIEW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;i dont own a car yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT CATEGORY WOULD YOU PUT YOURSELF IN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;the straightforward person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. HOW MANY HOURS OF SLEEP DO YOU GET A NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;5 or 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TIED UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;eee no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU WERE DOING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;asleep already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHOS THE FIRST PERSON IN UR PHONE BOOK ON UR CELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Aimira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. LAST TIME YOU WITNESSED A FIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;never ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HAIR PULLED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;i won't get annoyed but i don't see the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. NAME THREE PLACES YOU WOULD LIKE TO TRAVEL TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;france, france, africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO ICE SKATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;n o .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. NAME SOMETHING YOU LIKE THAT'S OUT OF THE BLUE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;magazines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. IS BIGGER REALLY BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;if you're referring to the IT, not for me. or maybe i don't really care :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;36. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF BRAD PITT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;he's balding ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Name a friend you have the most in common with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;38. What color are your toenails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;glossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;pikia'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. DO YOU OWN ANYTHING WITH A SKULL ON IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;a tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;41. Traveled to Europe?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. NAME FOUR PEOPLE YOU WOULD TRUST WITH YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;no one&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;bucket list :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;44. TAG YOUR FRIENDS&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-5111869318828592899?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/5111869318828592899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=5111869318828592899" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5111869318828592899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5111869318828592899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-talk-about-life.html" title="let's talk about life" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFR345cSp7ImA9WxdQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-3283634512007023811</id><published>2008-06-14T11:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:55:16.029+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-14T22:55:16.029+08:00</app:edited><title>Tuitions &amp;La Salle PJ's IU Day</title><content type="html">i haven't blogged for nearly a week.&lt;br /&gt;impressive but yet, it explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Addmath tuition class, Chemistry tuition class&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Homework, Accounts tuition class&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Bm at Razman's &amp;amp;Sejarah at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s (yes, i somehow take sejarah tuition classes, it's like, stress relief -_-)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Homework, homework, Biology revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday - 'shopping' at Sunway Pyramid &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;La Salle's IU Day&lt;/span&gt; at The Summit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Najwa &amp;amp; I headed over to Pn S to discuss on BOTB collections. Then, we headed to Ira's place to get ready. Arrived at Pyramid and looked for Wendy's (did stops at certain shops to look for a nice top), then I left them to look for nice tops to buy. Didn't find anything. Ended up spending 70ringgit at Diva buying accessories (Studs and a necklace, which i have yet to wear but is missing now) Jeez, so much for my lucky day. Friday 13th should be my luckiest day since I was born on one, but somehow, everyday turns out unlucky for me -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to The Summit for the IU Day. Spent the table &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for Dinosaur to pass some BOTB stuffs to. And maybe i should start calling people by their names instead of characters they remind me of :D Went to the auditorium after Starbucks. The place wasn't humongous but it was definitely way of a better venue than any school's hall. The venue was nicely picked because the performance was able to be viewed fully without people's arses bumping into your view and blocking your vision. The whole IU was very very organized, no doubt about that because i don't remember complaining one bit or feeling sick of the system, which occurs to me very very easily 0:) Honestly, was the best IU Day i have ever been to so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances, were ENTERTAINING. Except the one by&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Digi Celebriteens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hahahahaa, but they were the event sponsors so i bet it was a must-have performance. Come to think of it, it was entertaining too, in a stand-up-comedy sort of way :D The acoustic performance by Girls and Girls was pretty good too but it was the slide presentation on Sichuan's Eartquake disaster recently which we found majorly touching. Favourite act would be this dance performance by this trio in fluorescent neon coloured masks. The mime dude was good too. Went home at around 10. Reached around half past 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh i'll edit more on this ltr from the desktop. Just got back from shopping with my sister and i'm very  much annoyed by the phone keys. Byeee ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-3283634512007023811?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/3283634512007023811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=3283634512007023811" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/3283634512007023811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/3283634512007023811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuitions-salle-pjs-iu-day.html" title="Tuitions &amp;La Salle PJ's IU Day" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQASH0zeCp7ImA9WxdRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-5040368406942485466</id><published>2008-06-08T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:25:49.380+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T19:25:49.380+08:00</app:edited><title>OH HELL.</title><content type="html">i've got school tomorrow! i've been dreading too much up to the point that i'm actually looking forward to the pain. it's laughable too. but i miss being busy. it makes me forget life's stupidity and downhills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is until the 20th when open day happens.&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be having a carnival on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;ohh what a thing to celebrate! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-5040368406942485466?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/5040368406942485466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=5040368406942485466" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5040368406942485466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/5040368406942485466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-hell.html" title="OH HELL." /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HRnY4eSp7ImA9WxdRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-2198160318675002975</id><published>2008-06-08T19:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:17:17.831+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T19:17:17.831+08:00</app:edited><title>NI HI HI (:</title><content type="html">&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQ667oLHqrg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQ667oLHqrg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahahahahahah! i have yet to upload the un-edited version but i will do so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it isn't as cute but i swear we look just as silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this, i will miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i know fo sho' we won't be able to have video sessions so often anymore because of this thing consisting of three bloody letters. it's a foul word and i shall not type it out here, i think it'd just ruin the blog :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but yeah, i'm always free for more video sessions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tangys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(and no, we did not make up a name to rep. ourselves, we're just called that thanks to my accounts tutor. whom annoys me best but i would like to like him just so i'd get an A1 for my accounts, ok right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i don't wanna go back to then.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;back to my studies noww :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ohh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;syakirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;kiraaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(gahaha, i picked purple for your name! (; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you did great with the editing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-2198160318675002975?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/2198160318675002975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=2198160318675002975" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/2198160318675002975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/2198160318675002975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahahahahahah-i-have-yet-to-upload-un.html" title="NI HI HI (:" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBRXs4fSp7ImA9WxdRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-4346545596721314781</id><published>2008-06-07T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:50:54.535+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-07T00:50:54.535+08:00</app:edited><title>hero of disappointment</title><content type="html">I was a mega fan of this dorky yet extremely good looking guy from this reality show i used to watch. Don't get me wrong, it isn't Akademi Fantasia or any of those stupid shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a huge fan of his because of a few simple reason;&lt;br /&gt;one : he teaches English (no, he isnt an effn teacher, he's in his mid 20s, thank you :/)&lt;br /&gt;two : he seemed to be witty and charming&lt;br /&gt;three : he also was very dorky, and weirdly, dorks turn me on HAHAHA! But yes, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;four : he is half british, half chinese&lt;br /&gt;five : his amazingly good looks is just a bonus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to the story of spotting him.&lt;br /&gt;i was going up an escalator, and there he was! with a girl in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;and no, that wasn't the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;he looked hung over. sad. gloomy. dark.&lt;br /&gt;more of my type physically,&lt;br /&gt;but not character wise.&lt;br /&gt;no charming smile, no sexy accent coming out from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i told my brother who he was once he went away;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's reaction was on how ugly his girlfriend is,&lt;br /&gt;okay honestly, she isn't horrible looking. but she looks like a girl, who goes to the club every night but somehow her skin looks as if she goes running in the middle of an open field every morning too. but she mayy be a nice person inside, ya never know.&lt;br /&gt;mum claims that he looks like a druggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike two! i really should change my type of guys.&lt;br /&gt;i told tiya on my encounter:&lt;br /&gt;she texted me, telling me that atleast i have yet another thing in common with the dude:&lt;br /&gt;we both have a thing for the opposite sex with bad looks.&lt;br /&gt;i texted her back saying i do not have really bad taste it's just that i don't mind if he's the poetic kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of the conversation i had with her earlier of which we were talking about prom performances. the only thing i told her was that i hope we'd have good looking people singing acoustics. i'm sick of falling for acoustic singers with terrible looks. i get teased far too often already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i watched Indiana Jones!  loved it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have the best day ever today. i got pissed many times. but then, i'm alright at the end of the day and that's what matters to me most now (;&lt;div 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zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYEQ3Yzeip7ImA9WxdRF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-7748753815339932542</id><published>2008-06-06T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:01:42.882+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-06T14:01:42.882+08:00</app:edited><title>peter pepper i still want</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR3EU5d_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/v8hE3iQ3TLw/s1600-h/pete_doherty_jazz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR3EU5d_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/v8hE3iQ3TLw/s320/pete_doherty_jazz3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208643713038383090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR4a3pYdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dNRENvJliA4/s1600-h/pete_doherty_jazz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR4a3pYdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dNRENvJliA4/s320/pete_doherty_jazz5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208643736269578706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR5U8jfYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mpVoZWJRJn0/s1600-h/2545890894_7c12276e41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR5U8jfYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mpVoZWJRJn0/s320/2545890894_7c12276e41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208643751859420546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR6XOIP5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2YkMNrt6-iI/s1600-h/2543464682_88c167aff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SU4A0K7qXEE/SEjR6XOIP5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2YkMNrt6-iI/s320/2543464682_88c167aff4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208643769649872786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, these photos are all pretty recent (:&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/34060837-7748753815339932542?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/7748753815339932542/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMARns6fyp7ImA9WxdRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-1833994757070123563</id><published>2008-06-06T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:30:47.517+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-06T00:30:47.517+08:00</app:edited><title>my friends make my world go round (:</title><content type="html">when life brings you down, you tend to forget the life's best part that would never fail to be around: your buddies!♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;yay, we did videos today. and i'll post them up once Ms Rajin Kira is done editing and cutting the videos.&lt;br /&gt;i also had breakfast at Starbucks with Najwa; where something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;the barista whom was serving us was hot. i was hungry. we were catching up on one another and as soon as a pause came up in between our conversation, he butted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dude: Hello, want something to eat? This is good, and it's only 4.50. Which is cheap because usually the sandwiches cost much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self: Mmhm, cheap, but does it taste good? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dude: Ofcourse! It's Starbucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self: Hahh.. .. *stares at dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: Agak2lah Amal, you tanya orang kerja mmgla dia kata sedap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dude: Wait, waiitt.. and here's the best part of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self: Hahaa, and what's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: *waits anxiously for the "surprise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dude: It will be toasted!! MMMHMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self: Mmmhm woooow! *sarcastically hahahahaha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: *laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self: Okayy, i'll have one thenn. Er, er, er, which one's good? You nak tak Naj?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: Nahh, not hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dude: You like tomatoes? If you do, you'll like this. I like this one alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amal: Ookayy, yeahh, i like tomatoes. i'll have whichever one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: Andd, i'll have that pleasee *points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amal: Hehh, hahahah! Kata tanakk! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*later..&lt;br /&gt;Amal: Hmm, my change? :/&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Ehh, ehh, er, i gg..&lt;br /&gt;Amal: Eh, you gave me it already. Hee, sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Haa, yeah i gave it already&lt;br /&gt;Amal: Najwaaaaaa! Help me with the trayy! *maluu maluu maluu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amal: Wehh, what the hell did that dude give me lah? Sedap dohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: A'ahh, sedapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amal: He has good taste, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amal: Tapi kecil gila do, mmglah murah, i'm still hungry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Najwa: Hahahaha! Tau takpe, kecill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and yeahh, videos later.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Najwa, for having breakfast with me and walking home with me and for being patient with my stupid rants. and also both Kira &amp;amp;you for the funny videos, which made my week! (: And Ira, sbb awak tk marah saya bebel2 hari nii :D oh, and the Starbucks dude for being hot and funny, eh no, he wasn't. he was just dorky come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and i watched So You Think You Can Dance Malaysia a moment ago. I like Hong. I liked Billy, but he went off. jeez. But yeah, and don't tell me I have bad taste. I've been told enough and I am very much aware of it, but who cares, at least i don't have to go "He's minee""I found him firstt" with my friends in school. It pays to be different. lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-1833994757070123563?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/1833994757070123563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=1833994757070123563" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/1833994757070123563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/1833994757070123563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-friends-make-my-world-go-round.html" title="my friends make my world go round (:" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQHY_fSp7ImA9WxdRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060837.post-676718082526765200</id><published>2008-06-05T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:20:01.845+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-05T09:20:01.845+08:00</app:edited><title>ting tings</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="headerbg"&gt;You realise how bummed you are feeling when you start browsing around for life's solutions online.&lt;br /&gt;But i came across this, which most of the facts i do know already but need to be reminded of constantly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="header"&gt;  &lt;div class="headerimg"&gt;   &lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 75px;" src="http://www.familydoctor.org/online/etc/medialib/famdoc/images/global/pfv-logo.Par.0001.Image.gif" alt="familydoctor.org" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                  &lt;!-- Get paramaters passed from printer/membersite layout page --&gt;   &lt;!-- BODY CONTENT --&gt;                              &lt;!-- END TITLE --&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                           &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumn0001"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumn0003"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div  style="float: none;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If stress is so normal, why do I feel so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div  class="text" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all the things that happen at your age, it's easy to feel overwhelmed. Things that you can't control are often the most frustrating. Maybe your parents are fighting, or your social life is a mess. You can also feel bad when you put pressure on yourself--like pressure to get good grades or to get promoted at your part-time job. A common reaction to stress is to criticize yourself. You may even get so upset that things don't seem fun anymore and life looks pretty grim. When this happens, it's easy to think there's nothing you can do to change things. &lt;b&gt;But you can!&lt;/b&gt; See the tips below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumn0004"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  class="shadec" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div class="indent"&gt;                        &lt;div id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumnshadedboxwithroundcorners0001"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div style="float: none;"&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Signs you're stressed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                                &lt;div id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumnshadedboxwithroundcorners0002" class="nestedlist"&gt;     &lt;ul class="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling depressed, edgy, guilty, tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having headaches, stomachaches, trouble sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughing or crying for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blaming other people for bad things that happen to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only seeing the down side of a situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling like things that you used to enjoy aren't fun or are a burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Resenting other people or your responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;div id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumnshadedboxwithroundcorners0003"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div style="float: none;"&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that help fight stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                                &lt;div id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumnshadedboxwithroundcorners0004" class="nestedlist"&gt;     &lt;ul class="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eating well-balanced meals on a regular basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drinking less caffeine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exercising on a regular basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumn0005"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                            &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumn0006"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div  style="float: none;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I deal with stress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div  class="text" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although you can't always control the things that are stressing you out, you can control how you react to them. The way you feel about things results from the way you think about things. If you change how you think, you can change the way you feel. Try some of these tips to cope with your stress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make a list of the things that are causing your stress.&lt;/b&gt; Think about your friends, family, school and other activities. Accept that you can't control everything on your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Take control of what you can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For example, if you're working too many hours and you don't have time to study enough, you may need to cut back your work hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Give yourself a break.&lt;/b&gt; Remember that you can't make everyone in your life happy all the time. And it's okay to make mistakes now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't commit yourself to things you can't do or don't want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you're already too busy, don't promise to decorate for the school dance. If you're tired and don't want to go out, tell your friends you'll go another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Find someone to talk to.&lt;/b&gt; Talking to your friends or family can help because it gives you a chance to express your feelings. However, problems in your social life or family can be the hardest to talk about. If you feel like you can't talk to your family or a friend, talk to someone outside the situation. This could be your priest or minister, a school counselor or your family doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                            &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumn0007"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ArticleParsysMiddleColumn0008"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div  style="float: none;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've tried dealing with my stress, but I just feel like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a danger sign. Stress can become too much to deal with. It can lead to such awful feelings that you may think about hurting--or even killing--yourself. When you feel like giving up, it may seem like things will never get better. Talk to someone right away. Talking about your feelings is the first step in learning to deal with them and starting to feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have Chemistry classes at home, 2pm with my buddies. and we're planning to watch DVDs after that, and have brunch before class. and maybe make silly videos too. i am having a terrible headache and i don't feel like doing any thinking. then again, i really should stop my mind from floating around when the teacher's teaching. i don't remember the last time i was able to focus for the whole class without thinking of things i'd have to deal with in life at the back of my head. but yes, can't wait to meet my friends, have a good time &amp;amp;forget most things. well, temporarily (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060837-676718082526765200?l=diamonkkyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/feeds/676718082526765200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060837&amp;postID=676718082526765200" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/676718082526765200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060837/posts/default/676718082526765200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://diamonkkyu.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-realise-how-bummed-you-are-feeling.html" title="ting tings" /><author><name>amal zulkifar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950404581333419987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4125/dfghwz4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

