<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967</id><updated>2012-02-06T02:02:15.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana's Disasterology</title><subtitle type='html'>There's no turning back...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-5262577219885792593</id><published>2012-02-06T00:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T02:02:15.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Blog Giveaway Contest by Amazing Lyface's Shawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI4W5SJbJ5s/Ty6zcRAAPGI/AAAAAAAAArs/C2RDCdQqm8E/s1600/giveaway.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI4W5SJbJ5s/Ty6zcRAAPGI/AAAAAAAAArs/C2RDCdQqm8E/s320/giveaway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705695076106124386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook : &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/LyfacesShawl"&gt;Lyface's Shawl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalammualaikum! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haa.. Nampak kan perkataan GIVEAWAY tu? Ini adalah entry utk saya hebah-hebahkan tentang GIVEAWAY contest ni. Giveaway ni dibuat oleh &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/LyfacesShawl"&gt;Lyface's Shawl&lt;/a&gt; yang ada menjual daripada shawl, pashmina sampai lah ke baju, dress dan macam-macam lagi! Cantik tau semua tu. Harga pun berpatutan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kat bawah ni antara pashmina depa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1vFmxVC1Eo/Ty7B_icRjAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/c6WMyNQUxKo/s320/lyface%2Bshawl5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705711075246312450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantik dak? Ada lagi kat bawah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eH2Gl-1oUEI/Ty7BqsCgWkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Q1vutfMf9PY/s320/lyface%2Bshawl1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705710717045332546" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haaa pashmina kat bawah ni laaa yang D paling sukaaa sebab cantik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI4W5SJbJ5s/Ty6zcRAAPGI/AAAAAAAAArs/C2RDCdQqm8E/s1600/giveaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeD1rIIF9Hg/Ty7CP4Gtj0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2JEjH8_cPCM/s320/lyface%2Bshawl6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705711355939360578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantik kan kan kan kan~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mai D terbeliak kan mata awak yang comel tu lagi. Kat bawah ni pulak antara dress &amp;amp; cardigan depa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omyxO_aQhrs/Ty7Cfy2eBiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UKzshICg8ns/s320/lyface%2Bshawl3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705711629406963234" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI4W5SJbJ5s/Ty6zcRAAPGI/AAAAAAAAArs/C2RDCdQqm8E/s1600/giveaway.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI4W5SJbJ5s/Ty6zcRAAPGI/AAAAAAAAArs/C2RDCdQqm8E/s1600/giveaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lzM2C_iiMA/Ty7CunPgCpI/AAAAAAAAAso/h4MwSoLJYDE/s320/lyface%2Bshawl2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705711883988765330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haaaaa.. Amaciam? Cun kan? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, toksah cerita banyaklah kot kan? Mai sini D habaq hadiah dia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hadiahnya adalah........ VOUCHER BERNILAI RM100!!! *separuh daripada voucher buku 1Malaysia tu* Haaa.. Cool gila dak? Siapa jelah baik hati nak bagi awak banyak camtu kan? Ah.. Dah boleh nampak simbol $ kat mata awak tu! Muahahaha~ :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay sini D sertakan juga syarat penyertaan ok. Silalah rajinkan diri macam D join giveaway contest ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa-apa pun, sebelum baca, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pi LIKE page depa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/LyfacesShawl"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/LyfacesShawl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebab nanti kat syarat ketiga requires awak yg cantik utk pi jenguk photos album depa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok dah like dah? Okay, syarat-syaratnya ialah........ *drum roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TADAA~&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 - &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAJIB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;upload gambar&lt;/span&gt; kat atas tu dalam BLOG awak semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2-&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAJIB &lt;/i&gt;linkkan Facebook Lyface's Shawl &lt;/span&gt;seperti ni  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/LyfacesShawl"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/LyfacesShawl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 -&lt;span&gt; Haaa dekat syarat ketiga ni lah sebab D suruh awak yang cantik like page depa awal-awal tadi.&lt;/span&gt; :D Lepas dah pungpang pungpang merajinkan diri awak yang cantik tu, &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAJIB&lt;/i&gt; letak LINK BLOG AWAK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(link yg direct ke entry giveaway contest ni yang awak dah post tu)&lt;/i&gt; dekat bawah gambar. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;Untuk lakukan step ni, &lt;span&gt;pi tengok dalam album depa yang bernama BLOG GIVEAWAY CONTEST&lt;/span&gt;, click gambar dalam tu, then click comment, then paste kan link tersebut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 - Ok lepas dah lakukan ketiga-tiga steps di atas dengan penuh kasih sayang dan harapan dapat menang, &lt;span&gt;awak &lt;i&gt;share pulak gambar tu&lt;/i&gt; dekat profile Facebook awak&lt;/span&gt;. How? Awak tekan gambar tu, then ada perkataan SHARE, click lerrr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 - Ok toksah kata banyak sgt steps nak kena buat. Step yang kelima ni hanyalah reminder untuk awak yang cantik tu bahawa &lt;span&gt;penyertaan ini &lt;i&gt;SAH sehingga 12/02/12, tepat jam 12 PAGI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or 0000hours kalau dalam waktu askar. :p BUKAN 12 tengah hari tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadaa~ Senang dak? Oklah.. Memang macam banyak kerja nak kena buat tapi serius, SENANG je kalau dalam hati awak ada harapan teringin nak menang hadiah RM100 tu. FIGHTING! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohh... Lagi satu reminder, hadiah voucher RM100 tu depa kata tak boleh tukar dengan wang ringgit atau barang lain. But... WHO CARES? Dapat menang voucher tu pun mesti awak yang cantik dah puas hati kan? Nama pun voucher.. Mesti boleh guna untuk barang yang cool yang dah ditetapkan oleh depa kan? Ala.. Jangan risau. Depa ada  BANYAK gilaaa barang yang cantik tau! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So... tunggu apa lagi?! &lt;span&gt;Join sekarang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ps. Saya harap dgn membuat contest sebegini, Lyface's Shawl akan murah rezeki lagi! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-5262577219885792593?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/5262577219885792593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=5262577219885792593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/5262577219885792593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/5262577219885792593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2012/02/amazing-blog-giveaway-contest-by.html' title='Amazing Blog Giveaway Contest by Amazing Lyface&apos;s Shawl'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI4W5SJbJ5s/Ty6zcRAAPGI/AAAAAAAAArs/C2RDCdQqm8E/s72-c/giveaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-574636757263883983</id><published>2011-12-29T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:23:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause even when I miss you, you're still not missing me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ca0WF7IcuOU/TvwU5iFMJHI/AAAAAAAAArg/LSgIXfDIXVg/s1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ca0WF7IcuOU/TvwU5iFMJHI/AAAAAAAAArg/LSgIXfDIXVg/s320/v.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691447007723136114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still me right at the second hijab covered my head. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-574636757263883983?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/574636757263883983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=574636757263883983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/574636757263883983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/574636757263883983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-even-when-i-miss-you-youre-still.html' title='Cause even when I miss you, you&apos;re still not missing me'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ca0WF7IcuOU/TvwU5iFMJHI/AAAAAAAAArg/LSgIXfDIXVg/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-4292900930887698016</id><published>2011-10-04T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:32:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya tinggal di KUALA LUMPAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1j94oPPkTU/Tonxh496I6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/yZHC1DcWBTo/s1600/kl.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1j94oPPkTU/Tonxh496I6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/yZHC1DcWBTo/s320/kl.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659319971297764258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-4292900930887698016?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/4292900930887698016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=4292900930887698016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/4292900930887698016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/4292900930887698016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/10/saya-tinggal-di-kuala-lumpar.html' title='Saya tinggal di KUALA LUMPAR.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1j94oPPkTU/Tonxh496I6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/yZHC1DcWBTo/s72-c/kl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3423516674865695616</id><published>2011-10-02T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:21:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the life I'm living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="title"&gt;Hello Me.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my PJs.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am left handed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married.&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I currently regret something I have done.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I get mad I curse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy jazz music.&lt;br /&gt;I have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a cell phone&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have at least one brother or sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have been to another country.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I’m smart.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a broken bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person.&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut within the last week.&lt;br /&gt;I have had the cops called on me. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have kissed someone of the same gender.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have mood swings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have watched Sex and the City.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 CDs.&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;I own a library card.&lt;br /&gt;I read books for pleasure in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I sleep a lot during the day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I strongly dislike math.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I will try ALMOST anything once.&lt;br /&gt;I work at a job that I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently wearing socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am tired. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am currently waiting for someone.&lt;br /&gt;I lost contact with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;I think Party In The USA is catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’d date Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name all the past presidents of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;I know who was president before George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love pickles&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the internet to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I prefer vanilla over chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I watched Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;I watched all six movies of Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;I own an Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think music is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now.. Copy this to your blog and do whatever you need to do! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/8463379317665001967-3423516674865695616?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3423516674865695616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3423516674865695616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3423516674865695616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3423516674865695616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/10/highlights-of-life-im-living.html' title='Highlights of the life I&apos;m living.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-6239049347828438388</id><published>2011-07-07T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:34:37.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't get younger year by year because we are certainly not Benjamin Button.</title><content type='html'>Hi its late night. New day. Im turning to next page. I had like million words to type but now seems like those words flew to nowhere to be remembered. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see since its middle of night, I tend to get all mellow and sentimental.. ish. I think. Or izzit bcs of this song that I am listening to right at this second? Its Always Attract by You Me At Six. Aside from they are all cute, I can say I am addicted to this song. Mind me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well theres one thing that been messing with my head. I dont know how but theres a quote stuck in my mind. It goes like this.. "Age doesnt measures maturity but with age, comes responsibility." These nine words came and been running thru my mind just like that. Weird and I dont know how. It just did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; so Im wondering, am I taking and bear my responsibility as who I am now, wisely or vice versa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-6239049347828438388?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/6239049347828438388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=6239049347828438388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/6239049347828438388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/6239049347828438388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-dont-get-younger-year-by-year.html' title='We don&apos;t get younger year by year because we are certainly not Benjamin Button.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-2459765966542266399</id><published>2011-07-03T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T03:33:36.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck when it comes to the love talk.</title><content type='html'>What would a man replies to random text? A friend once told me to randomly text the guy that caught my heart year ago. I did. Yes Iyka I did. And he replied. Was n't expecting a reply from him because I thought he's not the kind of guy who actually understands when I'm in the mood to have a conversation with him. Well, I guess I thought wrong. Theres alot more I don't actually know about him. But how can I 'love' him? Well, I don't have any word in claiming that he's 'the one' but I know how I feel about him after what I've been through the previous year. Yes have all queries like "how can u love a guy if u know nothing about him" or "are dumb as f loving a guy who might now have the same feeling like u do?" K Im starting to feel like all those queries are actually came from my mind. K whatevs. Yes have all those queries but one thing I can reassure is "I don't f know. He just did." Call me dumb call me blind call me immature call me player call me a love victim, but ask yourself one thing. Isn't love the most powerful feeling among all feelings that exist? What kind of love? Thats one another damn story. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-2459765966542266399?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2459765966542266399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=2459765966542266399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2459765966542266399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2459765966542266399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-suck-when-it-comes-to-love-talk.html' title='I suck when it comes to the love talk.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-2211047201601248048</id><published>2011-05-12T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:48:23.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't be compared to anything.</title><content type='html'>Its hard for me to tell you this matter directly. So here I am telling you that I wish you were here. Your presence can't compare to nothing. It means thousands things if you're here with me. I miss you. Everyday. A little more. Assalammualaikum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-2211047201601248048?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2211047201601248048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=2211047201601248048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2211047201601248048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2211047201601248048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-cant-be-compared-to-anything.html' title='You can&apos;t be compared to anything.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3778492589340170043</id><published>2011-05-05T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:26:40.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Press the next button to get your answer at your playlist and cheating is just not the way to complete this your life's rhythm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-SIZE: 11px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. If someone says 'are you okay ' you say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For love of you by Audrey Assad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.How would you describe yourself ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Learning to fall by Forever The Sickest Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.What do you like girls in guy/girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not at my best by Forever The Sickest Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.How do u feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm like a lawyer with the way I'm always trying to get you off me (Me&amp;amp;You) by Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5.What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Still got the blues by Gary Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6.What's your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Defeatist by Hatebreed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7.What do your friends think of you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The most truth by Hatebreed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8.What do your parents think of you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lips of an angel by Hinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9.What do you think very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love love love by Hope ft. Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10.What is 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Animal by Neon Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11.What do you think of your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanted you by Ina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12.What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Better together by Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13.To be when your grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Price tag by Jessie J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14.What do you think when you see someone you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Middle by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15.What will you dance at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Use somebody by Kings Of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The truth by Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17.What is your hobby/Interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sweet serendipity by Lee Dwayze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18.What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Keep it all by Lisa Hannigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19.What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Never gonna leave this bed by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20.What do you want right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where is my mind? by Maxence Cyrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21.What do you think of your bestfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A thing for me by Metronomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22.What will you post this for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its working by MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23.You will tag this for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Song for Dan Treacy by MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8463379317665001967-3778492589340170043?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3778492589340170043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3778492589340170043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3778492589340170043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3778492589340170043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/05/rhythm-of-my-life.html' title='Rhythm of my life.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-375682748305767595</id><published>2011-05-01T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:04:13.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say friends would stick thru thick and thin? Thats one of the world's lies</title><content type='html'>Its labor day but Ma is working today. Yeaaaaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what do you have in mind? Tbh, I have nothing in my mind except my old friends. I am no good at finding words and burst them out to your face just to tell you guys what I exactly been feeling these days. You can say I'm being mengada or whatevs, I just don't care. Cuz I am feeling left out by them all. I don't know if this is just what I'm feeling or something. Something. I guess I am far from being one of them anymore. I just don't feel like I can fit in among them anymore. I mean, we have our own lives now. We're busy reaching our so-called life goal or whatevs. Busy tak busy, what happen to those promises we made? Konon we'll never lost contact or bla bla bla. You know, I am sick of promises but when it come to friends, with no exceptions, I'll accept anything you promise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, is one minute moment to say 'weh' or even just 'hi' so precious to you to be wasted on me? Is it? If in that case, I'm sorry for being pushy asking for a meeting since I miss you alot. I will NEVER do that again. Never. You can just do whatevs you want, and I won't even care to say 'hi' to you again. Punya lama buat janji to meet me, alih-alih you can spend your time with others instead of me. Yelah Im nobody to everybody. I knew that. I knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I am far from my old life. Sometimes I would like to remind myself the old life I had with you guys. Wander back to what we've had. The joys, the sadness and everything. I wonder how can we forget that when it were the most precious moments as we were finding ourselves. Our true selves. We were living our childhood happily. Back then, we were on our first step of the real life. We had experience so many things. I am big at keeping memories in myself. Everyday I cry remembering those old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just no words can really put me in the situation where I could tell you how I feel. I miss you guys, old friends slash high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sincerely, me.&lt;/i&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/8463379317665001967-375682748305767595?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/375682748305767595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=375682748305767595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/375682748305767595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/375682748305767595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-say-friends-would-stick-thru-thick.html' title='They say friends would stick thru thick and thin? Thats one of the world&apos;s lies'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-1419709624871342193</id><published>2011-04-16T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:36:27.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't always be young at age but I can always be young at heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erEWW3ucemY/TaiMJpRBAsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_U7wj_E7YN8/s1600/farra%2Bcantikk0377.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erEWW3ucemY/TaiMJpRBAsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_U7wj_E7YN8/s320/farra%2Bcantikk0377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595876634331775682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; " &gt;Wow its 16 April already. Which means now I am 19years and 1day old. Hihihi takdan aku nak kira lagi. Satu hari ja cukup noh :D Semalam birthday aku. Alhamdullillah, I thank Allah for giving me all these years. All ups and downs for 19years. Walaupun hanya terasa segala susah dan senang hanya setelah meningkat dewasa ni, aku tetap bersyukur. Bersyukur kerana sehingga ke hari ini, aku still lagi bernafas dengan lancarnya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; " &gt;Rasanya cukuplah kot beremosi. Hhihi. Alright what I'm trying to say here is, few days before I turn 19, a thought hit my mind - When should I wear hijab? Ok sekarang aku tau ramaaaaaaaai sangat dah yang pakai tudung. And certain people said its because of the trend now. Yes, fashion ada cycle. Sekarang trend hijab. Tahun tahun depan pulak nanti macam mana? I know that. But, I don't know when should I. I guess I need to be patient, try slow slow kot. Yelah, masa form5 dulu pernah &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; tapi hanya tahan 3 bulan. Sebab apa? Mungkin sebab iman tak kuat. Aku ni cepat terpengaruh. Aku jugak seorang yang TAK tetap pendirian. Pendirian aku berubah mengikut aliran kehidupan. Halamak. Hahaha. Eh serius, pendirian aku senang berubah dari masa ke semasa. EXCEPT, pendirian aku tentang lelaki. Pendirian yang tu, TAKKAN PERNAH berubah. N.E.V.E.R :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; " &gt;Ok lets continue. Forget about boys. Hahaha :p So, tulah dia. Aku punyai niat tetapi kurang keyakinan. So how? Hmm..InsyaAllah dalam tahun ni aku &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; lagi. Walaupun dulu pernah &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; dan tak menjadi, kali ni aku akan try betul-betul. Maybe because I was naive and still can't decide properly whats right and whats wrong then. Who knows now I can do better? &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Orang kata this year might be my last teen year. Eh not might be, but IT IS! :O Yelah next year I'll turn 20. DUA PULUH. Dah masuk tahun puluh. Ok that sounds WOW like WHOAAAAA AKU TUA. T_T Ok takpelah, aku terima hakikat. Manusia bukan selamanya awet muda :p Hihihi Nak tau dak? Aku sebenarnya seboleh mungkin untuk lupa 15 April. It hurts. Tu jea nak habaq. It hurts. Don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LaRP3mdONjk/TaiMJ3iLNcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/bs4D_7DTlWQ/s1600/Abg%2Bbotakhawk.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LaRP3mdONjk/TaiMJ3iLNcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/bs4D_7DTlWQ/s320/Abg%2Bbotakhawk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595876638161843650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cekk oii, nampak circle merah tu? Hihihihi the best gift ever! :D :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;*Abg botakhawk daripada Neon Trees pung boleh wish kita. Awak tak wish pun? sedih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-1419709624871342193?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1419709624871342193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=1419709624871342193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1419709624871342193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1419709624871342193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-always-be-young-at-age-but-i-can.html' title='I can&apos;t always be young at age but I can always be young at heart.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erEWW3ucemY/TaiMJpRBAsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_U7wj_E7YN8/s72-c/farra%2Bcantikk0377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-852103143915497942</id><published>2011-04-11T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:27:58.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I makan makanan, how about you? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyls17mzKPM/TaHZiqLLvGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/h821hXMVauI/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyls17mzKPM/TaHZiqLLvGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/h821hXMVauI/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991401630841954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4kDkev-4jg/TaHZXKPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAns/rDfHdfyuj48/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4kDkev-4jg/TaHZXKPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAns/rDfHdfyuj48/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991204079883154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-la7HHsvZ_Xo/TaHZXNQ49wI/AAAAAAAAAnk/NCZl_dV83Ow/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-la7HHsvZ_Xo/TaHZXNQ49wI/AAAAAAAAAnk/NCZl_dV83Ow/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991204891588354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Aye0gLOmeY/TaHZWpXam-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/SFqRZJGcMgc/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Aye0gLOmeY/TaHZWpXam-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/SFqRZJGcMgc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991195255282658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3zjBQ-co4A/TaHZWfctJrI/AAAAAAAAAnU/UkeeTx6t7Tg/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3zjBQ-co4A/TaHZWfctJrI/AAAAAAAAAnU/UkeeTx6t7Tg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991192593114802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0kzXGLkDow/TaHZWV1we1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zd2nq_9YB58/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0kzXGLkDow/TaHZWV1we1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zd2nq_9YB58/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991190013836114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang terliur dak tgk gambaq-gambaq kt atas tu? Cek suka makan, hang suka dak? Cek makan makanan. Hang makan padiaa? Cek rasa makanan dah jatuh cinta dengan cek sejak azali lagi. Cek rasa makanan boleh jadi marka terunggul cek. Tapi jatuh nombor 3 lah. Pasaipa nombor 3 ? Yelah, nombor 1 dengan 2 tu mama abah cek dgn Allah. Haishhh cek bersyukur sangat kat Allah sebab kenalkan cek dengan bopreng terunggul ni. Tak macam dekat Palestin nuu, depa nak jumpa bopreng cek ni punya susah. Cek takpaham pasaipa orang kita dekat sini duk membaziaq makanan sesuka hati depa. Haihshh takpaham cek. So bersyukur lah nohh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-852103143915497942?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/852103143915497942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=852103143915497942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/852103143915497942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/852103143915497942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-makan-makanan-how-about-you.html' title='I makan makanan, how about you? ;)'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyls17mzKPM/TaHZiqLLvGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/h821hXMVauI/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-7272733405059073433</id><published>2011-04-10T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:40:52.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm asking for these three musketeers :B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfxozFNsnkk/TaHMvpJ4GII/AAAAAAAAAnE/0ouTUWCFioo/s1600/68122_116349911767406_100001771946539_111213_5279391_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfxozFNsnkk/TaHMvpJ4GII/AAAAAAAAAnE/0ouTUWCFioo/s320/68122_116349911767406_100001771946539_111213_5279391_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593977331044063362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2VwjenkxDg/TaHLG2A8hHI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jEAsR2LOtiA/s1600/kasut%2Bcomel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2VwjenkxDg/TaHLG2A8hHI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jEAsR2LOtiA/s320/kasut%2Bcomel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593975530610001010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfa_8j7FU9w/TaHKyGvkvZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Zv57N50gwfA/s1600/jam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfa_8j7FU9w/TaHKyGvkvZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Zv57N50gwfA/s320/jam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593975174323289490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fujifilm Instax gonna cost you RM450 including one box of wide film. Search for Lomo Polaroid at fb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The shoes gonna cost you RM65 you can search for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/nursakinahsoleh"&gt;Sakinah Soleh&lt;/a&gt; at fb yea hikhik (I wanna yellow or green! :B) oh I wear size 39-41. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The watch gonna costs you RM25 ONLY. Yes RM25. Search  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001867794389"&gt;Rebel Pop&lt;/a&gt; at fb too. (I want yellor or red or pink yea! :B)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? I tak minta benda yang expensive. I'm just asking for some affordable presents for my nineteen years celebration. Kau tak rasa bangga ke aku dah hidup selama 19tahun? Hahaha :p Terima kasih! :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-7272733405059073433?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/7272733405059073433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=7272733405059073433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/7272733405059073433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/7272733405059073433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-asking-for-these-three-musketeers-b.html' title='I&apos;m asking for these three musketeers :B'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfxozFNsnkk/TaHMvpJ4GII/AAAAAAAAAnE/0ouTUWCFioo/s72-c/68122_116349911767406_100001771946539_111213_5279391_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-5503450812519126078</id><published>2011-04-04T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:32:22.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets be part of polaroid coolness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nclRbumT0wg/TZirOWTctVI/AAAAAAAAAms/bAuXedxbbCc/s1600/instax-mini-7S-white-150x150.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nclRbumT0wg/TZirOWTctVI/AAAAAAAAAms/bAuXedxbbCc/s320/instax-mini-7S-white-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591407200374142290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It'll only cost you guys RM200+. Yes only one plus. Hhihihi. And, its epic! You know when I say epic, it means this is a must have thing! Yes MUST HAVE. :D I've included this in my wish list for this year's BIG DAY which will be on another coming week. :D 'Big thank you' guys, just in case, well you know.. hihihihi &amp;gt;:B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-5503450812519126078?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/5503450812519126078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=5503450812519126078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/5503450812519126078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/5503450812519126078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-be-part-of-polaroid-coolness.html' title='Lets be part of polaroid coolness!'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nclRbumT0wg/TZirOWTctVI/AAAAAAAAAms/bAuXedxbbCc/s72-c/instax-mini-7S-white-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-2497512520125567422</id><published>2011-03-31T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:50:52.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The silent sound of loneliness wants to follow me to bed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LCEuwd3Lq6Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-2497512520125567422?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2497512520125567422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=2497512520125567422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2497512520125567422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2497512520125567422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/silent-sound-of-loneliness-wants-to.html' title='The silent sound of loneliness wants to follow me to bed.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LCEuwd3Lq6Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-2220791782633086279</id><published>2011-03-25T02:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:16:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age and time doesn't matter when it is true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhQqp6DFC4Q/TYuHZXGx_FI/AAAAAAAAAmc/04Fvygr6D9E/s1600/jumjp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhQqp6DFC4Q/TYuHZXGx_FI/AAAAAAAAAmc/04Fvygr6D9E/s320/jumjp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587708632452168786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished watching Letters To Juliet. The movie was fantastic. It taught me that true love can be together doesn't matter how old you are, and it can be true when it is true even if it takes forever to be together! Amazing much? Yeah, it literally spoke to me. You see, I am weak at words, I am weak at saying directly about what and howI feel towards anything. Specifically, somebody. Like when I'm in a fight with somebody, I can't say what I wanted to say. All I can do is just mumbling in my head all the words that I wanted to burst but I guess, I'm too scared if I'll hurt people by saying I wanted to say. I know that things might change even if its just a simple word that means pretty much nothing to others. Alright I guess I should just jump into my points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I know how I've been saying that I am fine bla bla bla.. yes I am but sometimes, I feel like I'm denial you know. Like, do I really meant what I said? I mean, I don't know. Sometimes I dream that he would come back. Cuz doesn't matter who I love now, in the end, he was the only guy who knows me well though sometimes I make him confused. Isn't that what women do to men, right? :p Ever since we spiltted up, I feel like there's no guy ever understand me like he did. He knows when I'm sad, when I don't feel good. I don't know how but I guess..he just did. Thats what I've been searching in a guy long before I met him but I've lost it. So many times that I've never learn any lessons at all. I keep doing and doing what makes him went way for final. He chosed his final act. What can I say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The movie was about an old woman finding her true love that she left 50years ago. And she met again the guy that she has been loving for the rest of her life. &lt;/span&gt;You know, this may sound childish and crazy, but sometimes I hope that this could happen to me too. You know, he would come back. As the guy in the movie said that they have lost their loved ones, guess that God has destined them to flock together and continued what have they left 50 years ago. I mean, we have been spiltted up for almost a year now and doesn't matter who I love after him, I can't change the fact that he's  the one who knows me well, the one who taught me true love. I know this may sound so stupid and you might think &lt;i&gt;'ahh..sucha puppy love'&lt;/i&gt; and stuffs, but what we had was real. Maybe its not to him, but it was to me. Still is. I'm fine now. Yes, I'll be fine now, and forever. But do you really ever understand word 'fine'? I am fine, everybody can say that. But here's one thing, be in my shoes and you'll know how I really feel all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is not much, you can say this is nothing. But do you ever stop for awhile and think, that 'nothing' could be 'something' to others? I've been hiding in the world's madness. I've lying to myself. I've been faking what people always wanted to see on my face. I've been in denial waaaaay too long. I've deleted all the pictures, I've throw everything outside the window of my heart, I've burst way too many tears, I've removed all the memories to the other side of myself. But just so you know, doesn't matter what I do to cross him out of my life, I've never stop hoping that he would come back one day and say to my face that the separation was a the biggest mistake that we've did. And just so you know, I've never give up on him. Never was. Yet, as I've told one of my friend, I've to suck up my feelings for the sake of his happiness. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May Allah find me one great replacement of the true love. Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-2220791782633086279?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2220791782633086279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=2220791782633086279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2220791782633086279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2220791782633086279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/age-and-time-doesnt-matter-when-it-is.html' title='Age and time doesn&apos;t matter when it is true.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhQqp6DFC4Q/TYuHZXGx_FI/AAAAAAAAAmc/04Fvygr6D9E/s72-c/jumjp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-2093895394203620438</id><published>2011-03-21T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:47:35.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 19, how will it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J6mFNrYQaU/TYdrdj-F4nI/AAAAAAAAAmU/u8PfGaYjcQI/s1600/lutut.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J6mFNrYQaU/TYdrdj-F4nI/AAAAAAAAAmU/u8PfGaYjcQI/s320/lutut.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586552018392441458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I'll be turning nineteen this year, let me share with you guys nineteen of my wishes. Cuz sharing can be fascinating! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to climb Broga Hills. Anyone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want t get a Dean's List this semester. InsyaAllah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanna make my parents proud of me in anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I am Batman's girlfriend. Who can be my awesome, effin tall Batman?! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to re-paint my current bedroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A big, wedding cake with Tyler from Neon Trees face on it for my birthday would be nice. Yaaammaaayyhhh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be more curvy without big tummy,tights and arms by the end of this year. K this sounds more like a new year resolution, didn't it? Whatevs, lets proceed..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to own a BLACKBERRY. Can I? Anyone? :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to have a license before I turn 20. Like seriously but I'm scared :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to visit a shelter home. Nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy would ask me to marry him before I turn 25. Hahaha :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish to own my own car. A  red MUSTANG :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be able to draw  face of my soul love. One day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my &lt;i&gt;'gedik'&lt;/i&gt; side of myself to influence my other side of myself to love anything that is touch screen since I am no big fan of them now. Eh not love but like. Baby steps, guys :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would to donate some of my clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repair my sleep timing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have less of sugar in my daily routines. Sugar give me rush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend more time with my books. This one, I need time hhahaa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastlyyyyyyyy, I want to keep be WEIRD! So can you handle me? :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, these wished may be changed according to my moods. &gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-2093895394203620438?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2093895394203620438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=2093895394203620438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2093895394203620438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2093895394203620438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/turning-19-how-will-it-be.html' title='Turning 19, how will it be?'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J6mFNrYQaU/TYdrdj-F4nI/AAAAAAAAAmU/u8PfGaYjcQI/s72-c/lutut.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3915305905806934007</id><published>2011-03-20T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:45:07.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a liar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfXiNHO5o7w/TYWfScj8G9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/nAU8-_EFfoI/s1600/give%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfXiNHO5o7w/TYWfScj8G9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/nAU8-_EFfoI/s320/give%2Bup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586046052076362706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just woke up few hours ago. Woke up from a weird dream, very weird I shall say.Maybe it was because I thought of that particular person in my dream before I sleep. I guess. I don't remember. Really. All I know I was listening to Taeyang's song before sleep. I don't know. It was weird you know to dream of him. Its been awhile since we broke up, it was hard but I managed to move on with Allah by my side. Its hard but I just let bygones be bygones. So, I can say that I am not suffocating anymore. But still, I can't lie about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fighting against this feelings. But how long can I say no to it? Maybe I still not giving up given that almost every freaking day I cry over this? Or maybe I'm just in denial ? Who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-3915305905806934007?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3915305905806934007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3915305905806934007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3915305905806934007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3915305905806934007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-liar.html' title='I am a liar.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfXiNHO5o7w/TYWfScj8G9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/nAU8-_EFfoI/s72-c/give%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3374402553670435701</id><published>2011-03-19T23:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:10:55.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsathixEXQI/TYTR1rt_n_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/u8J5Ci7SmGc/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585820158045167602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsathixEXQI/TYTR1rt_n_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/u8J5Ci7SmGc/s320/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; COLOR: rgb(36,40,40)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another survey that I took from Nisha's blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; " class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My shortest relationship was a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had a few short-term boyfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've been given flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've been given chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've been given shoes/clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been given jewelry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been kissed on a roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed underwater.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed while I was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been kissed while I was asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been kissed in a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been kissed while laying in the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been on a date. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been on a group date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've taken a nap with a guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've made out in a closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've made out with just a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've made out with a member of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've played some sort of kissing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been asked out in person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been asked out online.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been asked out over the phone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've been asked out on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;A guy has cooked for me.&lt;br /&gt;A guy has written me a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;A guy has sang for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;A guy has played guitar for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;I've cuddled with a guy whom I wasn't dating.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;I've been kissed on the neck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've been kissed on the stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been kissed on the nose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been kissed on the top of the head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been kissed on the hand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been kissed on the feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've received a hickey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've given a hickey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been in love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been in lust.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've confessed to a crush.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A crush has confessed to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been in a love triangle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've been on a date to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a date to a restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've been on a date to an arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've had a crush on a member of the same sex before and I'm straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been felt up in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been cheated on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;A friend has dated my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've dated a friend's ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm still friends with an ex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A guy has talked dirty to me before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have a boyfriend right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;I celebrate anniversaries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've never been given a promise ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;A guy has promised me forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;If I have a boyfriend, I give him nicknames.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've fallen for my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A guy has given me a foot massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy has rubbed my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like holding hands in public.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;A guy has tried to take me away from my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;A guy has fed me. Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've cooked/baked for a guy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've stayed up late talking to a guy I had feelings for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've led a guy on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've knowingly teased a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been in the same class as a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've never been in a long distance relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-3374402553670435701?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3374402553670435701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3374402553670435701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3374402553670435701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3374402553670435701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-in-relationships.html' title='Me and love.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsathixEXQI/TYTR1rt_n_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/u8J5Ci7SmGc/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-9018459505729108</id><published>2011-03-19T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:35:40.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Mask.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCqDD8GVC2M/TYTHaZ9d_0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/wNV79tYCXwc/s1600/honey%2Bface%2Bmask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585808694305488706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCqDD8GVC2M/TYTHaZ9d_0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/wNV79tYCXwc/s320/honey%2Bface%2Bmask.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few weeks, one of my friends, Farra Khairuddin has been obsessed with face masks. Like she wear it so often till this one day she told me that she almost buy 5 face masks in one time. Can you see how obsessed she is with them?! Hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I made some research about face masks. I thought of how can we save money and wear face mask as often as you like. So I googled for homemade face masks recipes. Below are my choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Honey Mask Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;Honey is rich and thick, making it an effective moisturizer. Like other humectants, honey binds moisture to the skin and helps it stay hydrated. &lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So it not only smoothes dry, rough, wrinkled skin, but honey also makes skin supple and plumps up wrinkles. Honey is a valuable moisturizer for your face as well as your body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Other than that, honey contains powerful antioxidants which fight free radicals and reverse aging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Free radicals are everywhere - in the air we breathe, the food we eat, and even the sunlight we love so much. Every moment, the body absorbs oxygen and turns it into energy in a process called oxidation. This process also releases free radicals. A&lt;/span&gt;ntioxidants slow down aging by neutralizing these free radicals. They perform healing at the deepest cellular level, allowing the benefits to manifest in different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o to make the face mask, first you have to place a cloth in warm water and apply to your face to open the pores. Smear on honey, and leave on for 15 to 30 minutes. Rinse off with warm water, then use cold water to close the pores. Use once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Another way of using honey, instead of just smear the honey onto your face, you can add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 teaspoon of glycerin and about 1/4 cup of flour to make it firm. Its an optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&lt;&gt;&lt;/br&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Banana Face Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To make it, you will need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1/2 mashed banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1/4 cup oatmeal, cooked with milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10pxcolor:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1/2 tablespoon honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: auto; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0px 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0px 0px 10px" &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lets start making it! First, you have to mix all the ingredients together. Massage onto face in a slow, circular motion and leave for 15 minutes. Rinse with tepid water. Oatmeal is high in nourishing vitamins and minerals; it gently cleanses and heals skin. Bananas contain vitamin A; eggs contain lecithin, a natural skin emollient; and honey helps to maintain the skin’s natural acid mantle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are few benefits of banana face mask. Which are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Moisturizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana face masks moisturize dry skin and leave it softer with hydrating action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exfoliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana face masks help exfoliate the skin by removing dead skin cells and leaving you with a fresh new look. Food acid contained in the fruit helps the dead skin come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anti-Acne Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Banana face masks help hydrate oily skin, thus combating acne and shielding the skin from loss of moisture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anti-Aging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Banana face masks provide anti-aging benefits, keeping the skin young and fresh looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sun Burn Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana face masks will provide relief and aid for sun burnt skin. The flesh of the banana is full of antioxidants which have soothing properties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, goodluck in your trial, ladies! :D&lt;/div&gt;&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/8463379317665001967-9018459505729108?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/9018459505729108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=9018459505729108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9018459505729108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9018459505729108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/face-mask.html' title='Face Mask.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCqDD8GVC2M/TYTHaZ9d_0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/wNV79tYCXwc/s72-c/honey%2Bface%2Bmask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-1980207408035381974</id><published>2011-03-19T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:57:49.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Allah. Nothing else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-L-GOHa5-YQ" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-1980207408035381974?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1980207408035381974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=1980207408035381974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1980207408035381974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1980207408035381974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-for-allah-nothing-else.html' title='A is for Allah. Nothing else'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-L-GOHa5-YQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3330184768390286001</id><published>2011-03-19T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:26:37.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've done last year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUnnaidP-hc/TYSOcswEIFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/tP6EK5YNxiQ/s1600/kasut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585746061546496082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUnnaidP-hc/TYSOcswEIFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/tP6EK5YNxiQ/s320/kasut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this survey from  &lt;a href="http://bbynsh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nisha Ezzati's&lt;/a&gt; blog. This survey kinda attract me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-size:13;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I confess that in 2010 I...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-size:13;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-size:13;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( ) stayed single for the whole year&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) broke someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;( ) went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) have a relationship with someone you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;( ) took an honors/advanced class&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) broke the dress code&lt;br /&gt;( ) sent to the principles office for misbehavior&lt;br /&gt;( ) got straight A's&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) met one teacher you really like&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) met one teacher you really hated&lt;br /&gt;( ) failed a class&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) did something you were proud of&lt;br /&gt;( ) discovered a new talent&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) proved yourself an idiot&lt;br /&gt;( ) embarrassed yourself in front of the class&lt;br /&gt;( ) fell in love with a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) intentionally tripped someone at school&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a varsity team&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) were involved in something you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER&lt;br /&gt;( ) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;( ) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;( ) ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) posted a blog&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) listened to music you couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) went camping&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;( ) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) cut in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) told someone you were busy when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;( ) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) lost something/someone important to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010 I...&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) lied&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) went behind your parents back&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) cried over a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) disappointed someone close&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;( ) kept your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) forgot your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;( ) met one of your idols&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) changed your outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) sat home all day doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) left the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) almost died&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) given up something important to you&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost something expensive&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) learned something new about yourself&lt;br /&gt;( ) tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) made a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) found out who your true friends were&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) met great people&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) stayed up til sunrise&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) was never home on weekends&lt;br /&gt;( ) got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) had friends who were drifting away from you&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone close to you die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a high cell phone bill&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) spent most of your money on food&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) went to the beach with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) saw a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) liked more than 5 people at the same time&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) became closer with a lot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And yet, I still have alot of things to do in life! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-3330184768390286001?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3330184768390286001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3330184768390286001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3330184768390286001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3330184768390286001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-ive-done-last-year.html' title='What I&apos;ve done last year.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUnnaidP-hc/TYSOcswEIFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/tP6EK5YNxiQ/s72-c/kasut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-201460358923481216</id><published>2011-03-11T23:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:11:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 not-so-secrety-secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6TDP0bFTLg/TXpiNA8rX4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Ec44HSt36O8/s1600/braid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6TDP0bFTLg/TXpiNA8rX4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Ec44HSt36O8/s320/braid.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582882663811473282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why only 15? Because 15 is my favorite figure as it is my date of birth ;D The month? figure it yourself! :D &lt;s&gt;clue: what month will be next month?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watching beautiful girls not because I'm a lesbian, but I hope I can be like them. one day;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lie sometimes to get myself off the hook. Who doesn't? :B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I care about anything too much but I keep telling myself that I don't. Or shouldn't have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stand naked men HATE HATE smokers ;/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know how to swim. Teach me sometimes ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry to myself before sleep. Almost every nigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot sleep if I don't listen to heavy/metal song before I close my eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to get bored with everyone easily. or everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I scream alot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love cooking but somehow no good at it. Idk why though ;/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fantasize of married life alot. like ALOT ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sleep @4a.m++ and woke up at 2p.m ++ on every weekend/hols&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stand critism. too much of it weaken me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have any gays/lesbians friends. I wish I have. even one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, I can say I AM WEIRD. Get use to it, people! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-201460358923481216?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/201460358923481216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=201460358923481216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/201460358923481216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/201460358923481216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/15-not-so-secrety-secrets.html' title='15 not-so-secrety-secrets.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6TDP0bFTLg/TXpiNA8rX4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Ec44HSt36O8/s72-c/braid.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-963331013358284988</id><published>2011-03-11T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:08:58.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart keep pounding when I heard the news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_1kirikVoQ/TXnml9Ym7NI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-aNLiRvwEdM/s1600/tumblr_l7x3o3maTZ1qbkrako1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_1kirikVoQ/TXnml9Ym7NI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-aNLiRvwEdM/s320/tumblr_l7x3o3maTZ1qbkrako1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582746752909765842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard the news that an earthquake hit Japan. And they said the earthquake might be hitting 19 countries including Indonesia and Philippines. Lets just hope Malaysia will not face the same. Ya Allah, words can't describe how I feel right now. I am so freaking scared. I'm scared to death! I can't go online because everybody keep talking about this tragedy and I'm like Ya Allah, please be with us throughout this situation. Our prayers is with you. Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been feeling something wrong might be happen. Like death. I just can't believe this is happening. Ya Allah, please protect everyone in this world. Hopefully, after what happen today, people will open their eyes and be grateful of what they have, if they still alive. Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-963331013358284988?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/963331013358284988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=963331013358284988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/963331013358284988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/963331013358284988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-heart-keep-pounding-when-i-heard-of.html' title='My heart keep pounding when I heard the news.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_1kirikVoQ/TXnml9Ym7NI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-aNLiRvwEdM/s72-c/tumblr_l7x3o3maTZ1qbkrako1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-1967710826458877021</id><published>2011-03-09T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:56:07.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes again</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaloo everybodaaaayh! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow its been awhile since I last wrote something in here, didnt I? So hows life been treating you guys? Am pretty sure you guys been great right?! Alright I don't know why I sound so excited but why not though? Hehehe okay moving on, my life for the past months has been much upside down. Been having swinging moods for like months now. Hormones. I guess. Hihihi;) But I am aaaaallll fine! No worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is like my third day of mid sem break. Yesterday my classmates(girls onlayh!) and I went to a water park. Yeah of course we had so much fun! Girls rock baybayhhh ;D The water park has wave shock that will come out every one or two hour I guess. We didn't really enjoy the first wave shock so we decided to play the crazy slides they have but then we decided to go for the second wave shock but we had to wait for like 3omins so WE WAITED IN THE POOL FOR 30MINS. Hahaha because of it, my skin is burning like damn its burning! T_T Heh. But long story short story, we had much fun! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? Oh Mike is not around anymore. So sad but its for his future afterall. I'm just the bestfriend of course I have no rights to tell him to stay here. But I'm moving on with life so been keeping my days busy lately. Hihi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess, thats all. I don't really know what to tell you guy. Heh so take care! :) xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-1967710826458877021?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1967710826458877021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=1967710826458877021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1967710826458877021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1967710826458877021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-she-goes-again.html' title='There she goes again'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-4097477494773018085</id><published>2011-01-31T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T03:33:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diam tak berkutik.</title><content type='html'>Semakin hari semakin banyak untuk diperkatakan tapi tak terkeluar daripada mulut. So how ? Suruh take care jea lah yang termampu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. take care braah. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-4097477494773018085?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/4097477494773018085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=4097477494773018085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/4097477494773018085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/4097477494773018085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/01/diam-tak-berkutik.html' title='Diam tak berkutik.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-2684122864809374430</id><published>2011-01-29T08:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T08:29:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am who I am.</title><content type='html'>Reckless. Most word for now. Happy hols toodlers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-2684122864809374430?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2684122864809374430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=2684122864809374430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2684122864809374430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2684122864809374430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-who-i-am.html' title='I am who I am.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-7215462531618362240</id><published>2011-01-20T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:23:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak boleh nak serang otak kau guna pistol, guna ayat macam ni pun boleh.</title><content type='html'>I've deleted the chatbox. Lots of people spammed the chatbox. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tak kurang juga yang berkelakuan IMMATURE&lt;/span&gt;. Puas hati den. Lopasni boleh den hidup tonang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih. Tak faham betul dengan remaja zaman sekarang. Ok termasuk aku lah. Woi aku masih remaja! :D Look, I signed up for public social sites. I repeat, PUBLIC social sites. I like to post something that related to me or something meaningful. Not that I STEAL IT. Aku bukannya suka post benda yang buang masa kau baca contoh macam '&lt;i&gt;oh babi I love you. Muaacksss&lt;/i&gt;' or '&lt;i&gt;Saya sdg ber-texting my leb&lt;/i&gt;' orrrr '&lt;i&gt;Pa, Ma syunk pa k. Jgn tgl Ma Kkk&lt;/i&gt;'. Get it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok if you wanna talk about originality, memang tak lah aku kata semua benda alah tu aku reka. My intention posting all those words is to share them all with you guys. Besides, all those words related to myself. Dosa ke aku post ? Alah c'mon lah, macam kau tak pernah buat pulak en ? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergh memang susah nak senangkan hti orang kan ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-7215462531618362240?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/7215462531618362240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=7215462531618362240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/7215462531618362240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/7215462531618362240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/01/tak-boleh-nak-serang-otak-kau-guna.html' title='Tak boleh nak serang otak kau guna pistol, guna ayat macam ni pun boleh.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3117321869353194260</id><published>2011-01-15T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:28:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permulaan yang mengembalikan kenangan lama.</title><content type='html'>Kolej dah mula. Hostel tak berapa nak seronok dah. Kelas kk jea. Everything seems fine. But deep down inside *tunjuk hati* I don't feel fine. Not at all. Setiap malam berada di hostel, mengundang kenangan lama kembali terjah dalam kepala otak yang tak berapa besar ni. Ntah kenapa, semuanya datang balik. Bila dekat rumah, dah totally forgot everything. Ok tipu. Taklah semua tapi hm ok lah. Takda sedih sangat dah. Sebab dah boleh terima. Itu kata mulut. Kata hati pulak, pabila dah pulang semula ke hostel untuk sem dua ni, kenangan semasa sem satu terjah menusuk kalbu. It hurts. Sebab ingatkan dah boleh terima 100%. Kena paksa jugak diri terima semuanya 100% sebab taknak hilang dia as a friend pulak. Tapi, sejak malam pertama jejak kaki ke hostel semula, hati terasa luluh. Kebanyakkan kenangan berlaku ketika berada di hostel. Pagi petang siang malam. Semuanya berlaku di hostel. Dekat kolej punya kenangan lagi toksah cerita banyak dia. T_T Walaupun dah berpindah ke rumah lain, tapi kenangan tu tetap ketuk pintu hati ni. Walaupun tak lagi duduk di rumah lama, tetap duduk di hostel yang sama. Bukannya pi pindah hostel laki yang ada swimming pool nun. *Jeles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam mana nak terima semuanya 100% ? Semua orang tengok budak ni gelak, tapi dalam hati semua orang taktau macam mana. Saja dok gelak nak bagi orang confuse, &lt;i&gt;eh budak ni ok kea tak dok asyik gelak jea macam orang tak betul.&lt;/i&gt; WOI! Belah dada aku baru kau tau macam mana aku rasa rindu dia. :'"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-3117321869353194260?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3117321869353194260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3117321869353194260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3117321869353194260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3117321869353194260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/01/permulaan-yang-mengembalikan-kenangan.html' title='Permulaan yang mengembalikan kenangan lama.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-9091385015412416318</id><published>2011-01-06T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:15:30.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekarang tak ada boyfriend pun tak kisah kalau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TSS0dyRZyCI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1HmODoLsrbU/s1600/kasut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TSS0dyRZyCI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1HmODoLsrbU/s320/kasut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558766263886006306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ada ni. :D So, anyone ? For my B day, perhaps ? :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-9091385015412416318?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/9091385015412416318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=9091385015412416318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9091385015412416318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9091385015412416318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2011/01/sekarang-tak-ada-boyfriend-pun-tak.html' title='Sekarang tak ada boyfriend pun tak kisah kalau'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TSS0dyRZyCI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1HmODoLsrbU/s72-c/kasut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3297901168624350261</id><published>2010-12-22T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:00:13.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm living in the present, my mind is on the past.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what I'll lose, not knowing what will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another querries pop out on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-3297901168624350261?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3297901168624350261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3297901168624350261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3297901168624350261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3297901168624350261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it.html' title='Is it ?'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3499743705350241752</id><published>2010-12-20T19:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:42:46.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish every moment of your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" style="COLOR: rgb(128,128,128)" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I failed in some subjects in exam but my friend passed in all. Now he is an engineer in Microsoft and I am the owner of Microsoft. - Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am blessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-3499743705350241752?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3499743705350241752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3499743705350241752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3499743705350241752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3499743705350241752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/12/cherish-every-moment-of-your-life.html' title='Cherish every moment of your life'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-8276207780612605383</id><published>2010-12-18T00:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:05:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every parts in my body are hurting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am crying right now. Damn. Just because of one silly mistake, everything is ruined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I read an email from my lecturer saying that she couldn't not print out the task that she asked me to do few days ago due to the size. So she asked me to send it again in an attachment file. But guess what ? She replied my email YESTERDAY. And I read it TODAY AT NIGHT. Which the last day for her to submit the marks. And it all because of my mistake. I should have check my email every minutes. But I DIDN'T. So its too late. Yeah, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now my sem break is equal to living hell knowing that I failed this paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-8276207780612605383?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/8276207780612605383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=8276207780612605383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/8276207780612605383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/8276207780612605383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-parts-in-body-is-hurting.html' title='Every parts in my body are hurting'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-456878949407800962</id><published>2010-11-17T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:32:51.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinggi setinggi KLCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku ni pendek kea ? Sumpah rasa nak hentak tembak bagi hancur kepala orang yang kata aku ni pendek. WEH PENDEK SGT KEA ?! GRRR T_T I thought I am tall. Like seriously, 160cm is not tall enough ? Berapa kaki kau nak baru kau cakap tinggi weh ? Heshh this thing messed up my mind weh. Sumpah rasa nak bakar kepala sapa sapa sekarang nih. SUMPAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm org cakap minum susu banyak banyak kalau nak tinggi tapi aku dah takleh minum susu sebab dah terlampau gemuk untuk menikmati susu lagi sekarang ni T_T&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/8463379317665001967-456878949407800962?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/456878949407800962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=456878949407800962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/456878949407800962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/456878949407800962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/11/tinggi-setinggi-klcc.html' title='Tinggi setinggi KLCC'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-9022621402767821431</id><published>2010-11-17T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:15:22.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALO  BEBEH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TOPUdhyICJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bxupovMDgWE/s1600/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540505570345748626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TOPUdhyICJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bxupovMDgWE/s320/DSC00366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; HAPPY EID ADHA BEBEH! :DDD&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/8463379317665001967-9022621402767821431?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/9022621402767821431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=9022621402767821431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9022621402767821431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9022621402767821431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/11/halo-bebeh.html' title='HALO  BEBEH'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TOPUdhyICJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bxupovMDgWE/s72-c/DSC00366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-9118497667289124617</id><published>2010-11-10T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:53:53.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yami tami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TNp-3aZnDvI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vVh69GnukDE/s1600/DSC09997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537878182250090226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TNp-3aZnDvI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vVh69GnukDE/s320/DSC09997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1st attempt. Look nice ey ? But heh, didn't really taste as nice as its look :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-9118497667289124617?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/9118497667289124617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=9118497667289124617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9118497667289124617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9118497667289124617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/11/yami-tami.html' title='Yami tami'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TNp-3aZnDvI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vVh69GnukDE/s72-c/DSC09997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-6878950258898499415</id><published>2010-10-31T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T07:32:21.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thru thick and thin :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TM1EBMAdeYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/mwcmvhQ-t2U/s1600/DSC09833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534154304301922690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TM1EBMAdeYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/mwcmvhQ-t2U/s320/DSC09833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Elham m.i.a haihhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope that we will remain as friends forever till we finish IQS. Neither of us should go further ICSA in UiTM after the Matrics programme ends! Alright ?! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-6878950258898499415?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/6878950258898499415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=6878950258898499415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/6878950258898499415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/6878950258898499415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/10/thru-thick-and-thin.html' title='Thru thick and thin :)'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TM1EBMAdeYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/mwcmvhQ-t2U/s72-c/DSC09833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-9178197962979807653</id><published>2010-08-31T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:37:29.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulang tahun yang membanggakan :DDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Saya, Nur Diana Abdul Hamid dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/THyUnuRRG7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Yy22wJUNJ1k/s1600/merdeka-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/THyUnuRRG7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Yy22wJUNJ1k/s320/merdeka-girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511443454150908850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dan saya bangga ! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/THyUdmA9qXI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QnN-4ztswBo/s320/malaysia.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511443280136350066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA KE-53 MALAYSIA ! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8463379317665001967-9178197962979807653?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/9178197962979807653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=9178197962979807653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9178197962979807653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/9178197962979807653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/08/ulang-tahun-yang-membanggakan-ddd.html' title='Ulang tahun yang membanggakan :DDD'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/THyUnuRRG7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Yy22wJUNJ1k/s72-c/merdeka-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-877541984458345343</id><published>2010-08-17T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:10:18.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HIDUP SEBAGAI PELAJAR KOLEJ/UNI MEMANG BERGELUMANG DENGAN QUIZ TEST QUIZ TEST JEA KAN ! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-877541984458345343?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/877541984458345343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=877541984458345343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/877541984458345343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/877541984458345343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/08/hidup-sebagai-pelajar-kolejuni-memang.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-8309311352109128297</id><published>2010-07-01T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:26:47.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringkas dan padat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Housemates ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roommates ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Choosen course ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Classmates ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Makan pakai ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harian ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Classes schedule ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cik Diana yang tak berapa nak comel ni ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K.O&lt;/span&gt;! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps. komputer/berukband/dunia maya bukan lagi bestfriend saya. :'[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-8309311352109128297?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/8309311352109128297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=8309311352109128297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/8309311352109128297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/8309311352109128297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/ringkas-dan-padat.html' title='Ringkas dan padat.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-7370303163327246335</id><published>2010-06-21T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:27:19.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila wtf moment menjelmakan diri, aku jadi gila sendiri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalammualaikum! (hati marah pun kena bagi salam jugak. uhuk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tadi niat dihati nak tulis surat cinta yang wajib kena buat tu. Kalau tak buat kang, nak makan apa dekat kolej kalau tak dapat duit elaun. T_T Ish suka merasuah betul lah MARA ni. Nak main cintan-cintun dulu baru nak bagi duit. Ok tipu jea. Dah mula merepek lagi Cik Diana ni. Ish. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok sambung balik. Tadi niat di hati nak mengaranglah surat cintun tu. Tapi Ya Allah, hati tengah mengalami wtf moment. Sumpah seranah semua keluar. Bukan sumpah jea, sampah semua kena baling haa. Ok tipu lagi. Apa yang dimarah kan sangatnyee tu ? Sebab aku tengah duk pilih baju kurung nak bawak pi kolej nanti, tapi Mama keep on giving me excuses kata baju ni tak elok pakai hari-hari lahh, bla bla bla.. Aku cakap nak beli baju yang aku pilih haritu, tamau bagi. Sekarang bila aku duk pilih baju mana nak bawak, macam-macam alasan dia bagi. HAISHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepastu, taktaulah awatnya dengan Mama ni, harini duk tapaham apa ku cakap. Aku cakap lain, dia faham lain. Apesal ni Ma ? =.=' OmaiGod! Its in the blood! Baru sekarang aku faham kenapa aku duk takpaham apa orang selalu nak explain dekat aku. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepastu, si 'monster' dekat rumah ni duk buat perangai lagi. Duk cucuk cucuk, kang aku bagi 'abugen' kang. Free jea dapat tapayah nak belakon dalam katun tu haa. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harini sume orang buat 'jari tengah' dekat aku! *wtf moment tak habis lagi. =.='&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/8463379317665001967-7370303163327246335?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/7370303163327246335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=7370303163327246335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/7370303163327246335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/7370303163327246335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/06/assalammualaikum-hati-marah-pun-kena.html' title='Bila wtf moment menjelmakan diri, aku jadi gila sendiri.'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-2560574973839435876</id><published>2010-06-21T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:27:55.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hii hoii selamat pagi Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalammualaikum. Taknak jawab sudah, nama kau Dolah boobies kau sebelah! Eh sejak bila pulak lelaki boleh ada boobies ni ? Ok memanglah lelaki pun ada tapi ish lelaki punya tu pun kita panggil boobies jugak kea ? Ok nak buang kekalutan ni, meh tukar nama dia jadi Bedah. Hohoho. Eh apesal tiba-tiba topik macam lucah sikit ni ? T_T Ampun, pagi-pagi macam ni selalu merepek sorang-sorang. Tsk tsk. T_T Apa boleh buat ? Semua orang dah tidur. Nak layan bola sorang-sorang macam tak best sebab ini malam Parvin balik rumah dia jadi tak boleh nak wuhuuu wohooo wehuu dengan dia kot kot kalau kekasih number enambelas saya - Kaka jaringkan bola yang bulat menawan tu. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nak tau satu rahsia tak ? Ewah ewaaaaah.. Sebut rahsia jea, duk terbuntang mata tu terbeliak ehhh. Biase ehhhh.. eyppppp! OK dah cukuplah beraksi macam ibu mithali yang marah marah manja dekat anak dia, Diana. Tolonglah, bukan masa kau untuk berangan sebab boipren pun hang takdak! choyyyyy! =.=' Ok ok yea saya nak bagitau satu rahsia lah ni! Ish cubalah jadi macam Sabariah tu haa bersabar jea penuh setia menanti. Uhuk uhuk. XD Oh ok ok hampir terpesong macam ayah pin pulak. Sebenarnya kan, dari setengah jam yang lepas saya duk main lagu Masih by Flop Poppy &amp;amp; Selamat Ulang Tahun Sayang by Imran Ajmain. Amboiii kemain lagi lagu yang dia dengar tu. Tangkap air leleh gituu. Hikhikhik. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Halamaaaak! Hang susah kaaa cheq dengaq lagu niii ? *marah tibe-tibe sebab baru lepas fasa bulan datang. Terbalik plak, hormon sepatutnya tak betul bila bulan singgah bukan bila bulan dah balik. Eheh. Kena pi check doktor niii. Adoi HOSPITAL LAGI. T_T' OK tipu jea. Huahuahua! OK serious! OK. Saya pun taktau lah awatnyaa kepala ni duk layan lagu tu suma. Nak kata duk teringat rindu rindu sayang dekat 'dia' emm taktaulah nak habaq lagu mana. Bukan ada guna pun kalau cakap 'ye saya rindu dia! uwaaa!' Ok tipu lagi. Peaceee. Hohoho. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Semenjak dua tiga empat puluh ribu menjak ni kan, otak duk teringat dekat 'dia'. Ok ni betul tak tipu cayalah wa. ERKK. =.=' Ntahlah nak habaq lagu mana tapi dekat dalam kepala ni duk main balik gambaq-gambaq dulu. Haishhhhh.. SERABUTKEPALAOTAK! =.=' Awatnya duk teringat ni, Diana ? Sebabnyaa, tadi duk bukak konon kemas carik buku yang kosong nak pakai buat pi kelas nanti, lepaihtu terjumpa satu buku ni. Duk penuh dengan surat konon nak bagi dia bila dah habis SPM konon tanda setahun cheq berani harungi liku-liku hidup pelajaq asrama. Tapi niat tak kesampaian, kali terakhir jumpa dia(seminggu lps SPM tamat. ceh TAMAT. KENOT GO. :p) dah berkobar-kobar nak bagi dia tapi ish kalut sangat masa tu, konon dah lambat nak jumpa dia alih-alih buku tu tertinggal tapi rupanya cheq sampai tempat yang dijanjikan tu AWAL GILA NAK MAM hang tau dak! =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buku tu sangat tebal. Tulis tiap-tiap hari sampai setahun pun dak penuh jugak. Baguih sungguh. Jimat duit. Kalau tak silap cheq, murah jaa buku tu. Boleh beli di Tesco berdekatan anda. Dapatkan sekarang juga! Ceh dah macam duta Tesco duk promote barang diaaa. Nak buat lagu manaa, kununnya Tesco tu rumah kedua Mama. Dahhh pulaaak, Mama yang kena. Hohoho. :p Dalam buku tu, cheq duk tulis merepek merepek apa jadi hari-hari dekat hostel sebab kunun nak teghaaai jadi budak baik takmau bawak fon. Tapi dak aihhh, bawak jugak fon. Sampai almost nak kantoi dah, tapi pandai naaa sorok. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapi kan, cheq tak penah habaq dekat 'dia' ka, kawan-kawan ka pasal buku tu. Rahsia kununnyaa. Hohoho. :p Tapi haih, sampai mati lah eh sampai laa ni lah jadi rahsia. Lepas orang duk baca karangan ni, dah tak jadi rahsia dah. Hihihi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh tadi kawan lama cheq, kawan dormmate dulu habaq yang kakaq dia sama course dengan cheq dekat kolej cheq nanti. Kiranya senior cheq lah dah nama pun 'KAKAQ' dia kan. Mestilah lagi tua dari cheq. Eheh. Wowwww tak sabaq dah nak masuk ni! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh kenapa Diana duk cakap Penang nii ? Sebabnyaa cheq duk ngidam jejaka Utaghaaa. Tapi bukanlah MAMAK naaa. Dak aih tamau lah mamak. Melayu tulen lah kalau bolehh. Hihihi. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahlah. CHEQ MENGANTUK LAH! :D&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/8463379317665001967-2560574973839435876?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2560574973839435876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=2560574973839435876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2560574973839435876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/2560574973839435876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/06/hii-hoii-selamat-pagi-malaysia.html' title='Hii hoii selamat pagi Malaysia!'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-1279039646884534986</id><published>2010-06-21T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:23:40.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinduuuuu rindu serindu rindunyaaaa. lalala~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TB5OFNVAxnI/AAAAAAAAAho/6N7I98n3Tlo/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TB5OFNVAxnI/AAAAAAAAAho/6N7I98n3Tlo/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484907247567947378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-1279039646884534986?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1279039646884534986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=1279039646884534986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1279039646884534986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/1279039646884534986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/06/rinduuuuu-rindu-serindu-rindunyaaaa.html' title='Rinduuuuu rindu serindu rindunyaaaa. lalala~'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/TB5OFNVAxnI/AAAAAAAAAho/6N7I98n3Tlo/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3319049154337855052</id><published>2010-05-27T05:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:49:52.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengakuan berani mati setelah berjaya mengaburi mata kauorang dengan 'move on' saya for 5 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/S_2cuH9MnuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/c5KZIUMvllo/s1600/huhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475705038176034530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/S_2cuH9MnuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/c5KZIUMvllo/s320/huhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; *Abaikan mata panda macam kena tumbuk Cik Diana yang perasan comel ni.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay di sini saya ada beberapa confessions yang perlu saya buat. You see, it has been 5months since I'm single. Sejak beberapa hari ni, ada yang bertanya kenapa awak single ? Kenapa awak takda boyfriend ? Awak tak rindu kea berbf ? OmaiGod, Saya rindu sangat okay. Rindu ada orang yang take care saya macam saya ni dah rasmi bini dia. Heh heh heh. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tak kurang jugak yang menggelar saya perampas boyfriend, biatch, slut, and all those dipshit things. Like seriously, saya single lepastu 'rapat' dengan boyfriend awak, tak bermakna saya nak rampas dia macam yang awak dok claim tu. Euwww. Simpang malaikat 44. Saya takkan sekali ambil yang sudah berpunya. Sumpah, itu bukan prinsip saya dalam mencari kekasih untuk hati tisu saya ni. Biarlah single, asalkan saya tak carikkan untuk hati saya ni hati yang telah dicop perempuan lain. Sedih betul tau bila orang lemparkan tuduhan yang sangat tak bernas tu. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eventhough saya sudah berseorangan untuk 5bulan, walaupun saya cakap saya dah move on, walaupun life without him much better, jauh disudut bilik dalam hati saya ni tetap fikir pasal dia. Ok maybe saya tak patut buat macamtu, tapi ish serious kadang-kadang ada jugak terselit pasal dia. T_T Kalau kauorang nak tau, gambar kitaorang dekat MS saya tu haa, manade saya delete lagi. Banyak sangat sampai beratus wey. Yelaa kita cerita pasal 15months punya relationship. Tak kea kau gila ? Kalau few months lepas saya tak delete lagi sebab saya rasa malas sangat sebab gila banyak, tapi sekarang saya rasa macam, ish patut kea tak patut ? Saya pun taktau. Haih. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepastukan, semalam dekat FB plak tibatiba one of my ladies tanya pasal dia. Wadaheel lah kan. Tehheheh. Tapi takpaa Diana tabahkan hati menjawab segala soalan. Yela, life's full with questions. Everyday kita tanya soalan kan. Saya pun jawab jea lah walaupun dalam hati rasa err rasa err nak tampar-tampar jea muka minah tu sebab tanya soalan cepumas macam tu. Hihihih. Gurau jea. :p Lady saya tu tanya pasal dia, lepastu saya pun bagitau apa yang saya tau pasal dia based on update dekat FB tu. Dia dah ada girlfriend baru. Bila saya dapat tau tu kan, memanglah terasa. First sebab err sebab saya single lagi. Boleh diterima tak ? Heeee. :D Lepastu sebab, cepat sangat dia lupa semua 15bulan tu kan ? Dalam masa 5bulan jea. Fuyoooo betul kan. *jealous. =.=' And theeeen, haa sebab jealous kot. Yelah, bila fikir balik macam mana dia layan saya untuk 15bulan dulu, kalau perempuan lain tau, mesti diaorang cakap macam ni, "Ish kau ni tareti appreciate betul lah! Cuba tgk dari brightside kenapa dia buat semua tu. Tulah kau.Suka sangat buat decision cepatcepat macamtu." Cehcehceh, dan dan jea. Hihihi. :p Tapi sekarang layanan manis manja comel dia semua tu untuk perempuan tu. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No no. Seriously, lepas bercakap dengan ex-dormmate saya pasal dia haritu, ex-dormmate saya tu macam remind me of everything that he has done to me. No, everything he has done FOR me. Dia sacrificed everything just to make me happy. Kan Wawa kan ? T_T But again, saya ni jenis yang tareti nak appreciate apa boyfriend buat untuk saya. Tsk tsk tsk. Y_Y Bukan tak appreciate tapi tak think straight. Hati saya kalau marah, semua benda dia bantai tau. Haih. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now bila tengok dia dah happy dengan orang lain tapi saya masih lagi a lonely girl, airmata gugur lagi untuk dia setelah sekian lama tak macam tu. Isk. Hati rasa sakit, rasa nak menjerit biar satu Kuala Lumpur tau. *taknak jauh sangat yang tau, malu. Hihihi. :p Ish serious, hati tiba-tiba rasa tak senang duduk. Rasa macam kena geletek, cubit, cucuk, tikam apa semualah! =.=' Luka yang dah kering ni macam berdarah balik. Tapi kali ni dah bernanah terus. Y_Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seee ? Seee ? Nilah yang saya duk confuse kan lately. Dahlah confused nak masuk study mana, tambah plak dengan masalah ni. Lepastu lifeless skanky girl duk claim saya ni perampas boyfriend. Haih. =.=' Pelik betul. Sekarang manade saya rapat dengan mana-mana lelaki dah. Semuanya duk menghilang ntah kemana. *nada menyampah. =.= Lelaki memang susah untuk dipercayai. Dah takde space dah untuk saya trust lelaki. I gave you chance, tapi awak duk buang macam tu jea. Memang taklah saya nak trust lagi kan. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, jangan duk percaya sangat apa yang saya cakap ni. Mungkin post ni akibat otak yang tengah high sebab tak tidur so rasa macam rindu dia so ingat kalau post karangan macam ni, boleh hilang rindu sikit. 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Dia anak angkat kea apa ? CEIT! Bukanlah. Dulu aku putih. Okay 'dulu' aku tu, time aku masih lagi kanak-kanak ribena. Hiwehiwhiehihwe. Yelah dari kecik duduk rumah, Mama kurung tak bagi main dengan budak-budak lain dekat rumah ni. Sebab tu aku takda kawan melainkan kawan sekolah yang duduk dekat dekat sini. Hihihi. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then bila dah sekolah, makin lama saya makin hitam sebab berjemur di padang sekolah. Ceh bukannya excercise pun. Saje menyemak tengok orang main. Hihihi. :p Eh sebenarnya aku bukan nak cerita pasal aku. Tapi aku nak cerita pasal Mama ku yang tercintoooo ni haaa. :D First time ni nak cerita pasal Mamaku dekat public. Hiwehiwehiwe. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok sejak dah single ni kan kan, hati aku rasa tenang. Dulu tak tenang sebab asyik tanggung rindu bullshit apa sume tu dekat boyfriend aku tu jea. Eh eh, EX BOYFRIEND. Hihihi. So sekarang ni, baru rasa nak appreciate Mama. Hahaha. Ye aku memang jahat pun. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku taktau kenapa, tapi kawan aku yang dah jumpa Mama aku semua bagi comment yang cepumas - Eh mak kau garang doo. Kalau orang cakap macam tu dekat aku, aku bantai gelak terguling-guling jea kau tau. Hadoiii. Pelik betul aku. Aku tak takut dengan Mama aku, tapi aku takut dengan Abah. Garang wooo. Tapi orang boleh bantai cakap Abah baik lembut bla bla bla tapi Mama garang nak mampus. Hhahaha. Lawok betul. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Orang boleh bantai cakap Mama aku yang selalu aku gaduh tu garang ? Abah aku yang aku takut tu boleh orang cakap tak. Hihihi. Okay, Mama memanglah garang. Tapi sikit jeaa. Abah lagi garang kot. Serious tak tipu punyaa. Meh try usik Abah, kang rotan dia bagi kau. Aku penah kena dulu sebab taknak pergi sekolah, bogel depan bilik air lepastu nangis jerit jerit sebab taknak mandi. Lepastu Abah bangun amek rotan , habis kaki aku jadi mangsa. Nasib baik takda kesan. Huuu. Takut tauu. T_T Tapi orang cakap Mama ni bising. Mulut Mama bising. Hahaha. Ye kottt. Ala biasa lah kan para ibu membebel ? :p Haa siap ah kauorang kalau jumpa Mama aku, habis dia bantai soal kauorang macam-macam nanti. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok balik semula pada Mamaku yang comel ni. Mama sebenarnya baiklah. Cuma tu lah, Mama mula-mula akan bagi kauorang 1st impression yang kau rasa Mama ni garang. Tapi alaa buat lek jea lah. Mama okay kalau kauorang friendly dengan Mama. So kepada jejaka diluar sana, kalau nak baik dengan Mama, jadilah peramah yea ? Tapi janganlah peramah yang annoying tu. Kang bukan Mama yang bagi kauorang penyepak, aku yang bagi kauorang kaki kang. Hihihi. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dulu masa kecik kecik aku selalu fikir yang Mama ni tak sporting lah apa lah, tapi bila aku makin besar, aku macam boleh cerita sikit-sikit dekat dia pasal boys. Hihihi. :p Dulu Mama tak bagi aku bercintan cintun ni haa. Tapi sekarang bila dah habis sekolah, Mama macam okay sikitlah kalau aku cakap aku ada rapat dengan mana-mana jantan. Hihihihi. :p Tapi kalau bab bab shopping kan, Mama ada jea kritik dia. Haih. Aku taksuka shopping dengan Mama tapi aku suka. Eh kauorang faham tak apa aku cakap ni ? Aku dah confused dah ni haa. Hihihi. :p Aku taksuka shopping dengan Mama sebab apa yang aku pilih, ada jea comment dia tapi aku suka shopping dengan Mama sebab semuanya dia yang bayaaaaar. Hihwehwiehihiewe. :p Plus aku tak reti shopping sendiri. So jangan tanyalah kenapa setiap kali kauorang dating dengan aku, kauorang tak penah tengok aku shopping. Hihihi. :p Bukan anak manja lah! BUKAN TAU. Cuma nak jadi anak yang mendengar kata jea. Hihihi. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku selalu gaduh dengan Mama. Ish ish. Serious. Everytime bercakap dengan Mama kan, mesti nak gaduh. Haih aku sendiri tak faham kenapa kitaorang mesti macam tu. Memanglah aku panas baran tapi dengan Mama jea kot mesti macam tu. Okay dengan Nenek pun sama. Hish jahatnya aku. T_T Kadang kadang aku rasa macam ish taknaklah cakap. Nanti nangis pulak. Hihihi. :p *Sorry Ma, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apa lagi eh ? OH, Mama kan boleh dikatakan ibu yang modenlah. Yelah, dia suka kot beli gadgets. Tapi kita kena cerita dekat dia dulu lah. Hihihi. Mama suka sangat beli handphone. Tapi bukanlah selalu. Mama akan beli bila dia tengah kayoooo atau handphone rosak. Handphone aku jea dah belambak yang Mama belikan tau tapi sayang, semua aku trade in. Haih. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mama aku ni boleh dikatakan SuperMom lah tau. Sebabnya, dia pandai masak. Dia masak, wey kau mesti nak tambah berperiuk periuk wey kalau taktahu malu. Hihihi. Mama sekarang part time masak dekat kedai Maklang. Dekat sana, dish Mama yang paling famous, sambal cili api dia. Fuhhhhhhh. Kalau untuk pizza pembuka selera aku sos cili, tapi untuk nasi, pembuka selera aku sambal cili Mama tu lah. Hihihi. :D Dulu aku suka makan ikan sardin masak cili api Mama tapi sekarang Mama dah jarang jarang jaraaaaaaaang sangat masak. Selalunya Mama akan bawak lauk yang Mama masak dekat kedai Maklang tu. Haih lauk apalah sangat. Plus aku taktau asal tapi bila Mama masak dekat sana, rasa dia dah tak sama dah macam Mama selalu masak dekat rumah. Rindunyaaaaaaa Mama masak banyak-banyak dekat rumah. T_T Then Mama ni paling pandaaaaaaaai buat air. Seriously, air teh tarik Mama kalau kauorang rasa, kalah kot Mamak punya teh tarik. Meh datang rumah meh rasa air teh tarik Mama. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Mama SuperMom sebab dia kuat. Serious kalau dia kemas rumah, dia boleh angkat semua rak rak buku apa jadah semua tu sorang sorang. Aku tengok jea. Hihihih. Pemalas kan Cik Diana yang perasan comel ni ? :p Mama kuatlah. Seriously, Mama kuat mentally and physically. Bangga aku. Hiwehiwehiwe. :p Then Mama ni pandai menjahit tau. Anak dara dia ni jea yang takde bakat tu. EH minat ada lah tapi Mama tak ajar, macam mana aku nak pandai jahit. :p Dulu time kecik-kecik, baju raya aku Mama jahitkan jea. Takyah sakit jiwa nak pi carik dekat Jalan TAR. Dulu pun ramai orang tempah dekat Mama. Tapi tu dulu. Jangan plak kauorang suruh mak kauorang hantar dekat Mama aku sebab sekarang dia dah tak menjahit dah. Tangan Mama dah tak kuat sangat dah. Kalau banyak buat kerja berat, nanti tangan dia sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay untuk pengetahuan kauorang, Mama aku sorang jea yang pernah rasa tangan aku ni mengurut. Hiwehiwheihwie. Tengok, betapa specialnya Mama aku nih. Hihihi. Aku tak pandai langsung kot mengurut tapi ntah kenapa Mama suka sangat suruh aku urut belakang dia. Sedap eh Maaa ? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelik aku, daripada kecik aku tak pernah tengok Mama menangis. Tengok, aku dah cakap yang Mama kuat mentally and physically. Maybe Mama ada menangis tapi tak pernah tunjuk dekat orang. Kita takkan tau pun kalau Mama menangis. Tapi aku tau, everytime lepas gaduh dengan aku mesti Mama menangis. :( Haih. Jahatnya lah aku ni. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Senang cerita, Mama dah cukup perfect untuk aku. Aku taknak tukar dengan apa apa barang pun. And aku bersyukur sebab I still have my mother. Everytime gaduh dengan Mama kan, ayat famous dia mesti ni - Kau taulah langit tinggi rendah bila Mama takde nanti. Haih bila Mama dah keluarkan statement tu, mesti hati aku terus sejuk. Rasa bersalah gila gila nyaaa. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So sekarang ni, kalau orang tanya - Hai awak single kea ? Aku akan cakap - EH tak saya dah ada kekasih dah. And my mother is my lover. *muka bangga sampai hidung kembang hingus pun nak meleleh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Mama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay Ana tau Mama probably tak baca pun blog Ana ni walaupun Mama tau Ana ada blog but still, Ana nak cakap that I'm sorry for everything that I've done to you for all these years. Memang susahkan nak besarkan Ana ni walaupun Ana dah memang 'besar'. Hihihi. :p Ana tau Ana tak pernah pun buat Mama bangga. Ana tak pernah nak dengar cakap Mama. Ana tak pernah cakap dekat Mama yang Ana sayang Mama. But seriously, I LOVE YOUUUU MORE THAN ANYTHING! T_T Ana sayang Mama sangat tau eventhough I keep hurting you. Huuuu. Sorry Ma. Ana selalu tak bagi Mama present everytime birthday Mama. Or even on Mother's Day. Dulu Ana selalu buat kad tapi sekarang tak dah kan kan. Sorry Ma. :( Takpe, nanti dekat Uni, Ana belajar rajin-rajin, then dapat kerja yang masyukk punyaaa gaji dia, then bila dah kaya, Ana belikan Mama rumah sebijik, kereta sebijik, err lagi apa ? Mama mintak jea nanti. :p Tapi one thing for sure, walau susah macam mana sekalipun, Ana takkan hantar Mama dekat rumah orang-orang tua kaay ? Ana janji! :'D I love you Ma. I love you forever and this feelings, it will never stop! HAPPY 18th MOTHER'S DAY FROM ME TO YOU, MA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s kauorang semua, jangan gedik gedik nak panggil aku Ana. Aku taulah it sounds girlish tapi shadap you. Hihihi. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-5143165947832101916?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/5143165947832101916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=5143165947832101916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/5143165947832101916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/5143165947832101916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-18th-mothers-day-ma.html' title='Happy 18th Mother&apos;s Day, Ma. :&apos;)'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/S-W3CSJM6eI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Z90ir-fHB9Y/s72-c/MAMAKU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-8271695296505141826</id><published>2010-04-30T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:43:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak fair and lovely betul lah. *cakap dengan nada yang marah and buat muka tak puas hati tapi tetap comel. :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tahun ni aku bukan lagi pelajar sekolah. *cakap dengan muka yang bangga sampai boleh nampak bulu hidung. :p Sepanjang hidup aku bersekolah, aku bersekolah di 7buah sekolah. 2buah untuk tadika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mula-mula aku sekolah tadika dekat sekolah tadika cina. Tapi tahan 5 bulan jea. Sebab dekat sana aku takda kawan. I'm not a racist tapi aku pemalu lah. Sebab dahlah aku masuk sekolah tu lambat. Then aku tengok semua macam dah ada click sendiri. Dekat sekolah tu, 3 orang budak Melayu jea termasuk aku. Yang lagi 2 tu plak budak lelaki. Takkan aku nak kawan dengan diaorang ? Sebab aku tengok diaorang rapat 2 orang jea. Ok, maybe aku budak lagi tapi aku taulah kalau orang tu gay kea tak. Hihihi. OK aku joke jea. :p Taklaa. Bukan sebab diaorang gay kea apa, tapi diaorang asyik pergi mana-mana, berdua jea. Takkan aku tetiba nak mencelah dekat tengah-tengah diaorang ? Kan aku dah cakap, aku ni pemalu. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok apa yang Cik Diana perasan comel merepek ni ? *geleng kepala laju-laju. :p OK lepas tadika cina tu, aku masuk plak Colourful Kindergarden. Dekat sana lah sebenarnya aku mula kenal kawan aku Syaza Amanina. Tapi lepas tu dah tak rapat sangat dah sebab sekolah rendah masing-masing sekolah lain tapi rapat balik bila masuk sekolah menengah. Hihihi. So, kalau orang tanya, aku cakap jugak "aku kenal syaza seksi ni sejak sekolah tadika." HAHAHA. :p Eh, atuk dia pun kawan bapak aku tau. *bangga sekejap. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepas tadika, mestilah kita masuk sekolah rendah kan ? Sekolah rendah , aku masuk sekali dua buah tau. Eh mestilah. Satu sekolah rendah kebangsaan. Lagi satu sekolah rendah agama. Baik kan ? Ingat lagi masa 1st day nak daftar sekolah agama tu, Abah hantar jalan kaki jea. Yelah, dekat jea wey. Everyday aku pergi jalan kaki jea. Boleh kurus tau ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepastu masuk sekolah menengah plak kan ? Okay masa Form 1 sampai Form 3 aku sekolah menengah biasa jea. Tapi lepas PMR and result PMR pun quite mengejutkan aku, aku decide nak masuk Sekolah Menengah Teknik. Mula-mula aku masuk SMT Kajang. Dalam 2minggu jea Abah sanggup nak hantar dan amik since aku tanak jugak masuk hostel. Yelah, Cik Diana yang perasan comel ni mana suka duduk hostel. :p Then aku masuk SMT Kuala Lumpur/TIKL. Dekat jea dengan rumah tapi still kena naik kereta/bas/teksi-yang-kena-tunggu-sampai-kau-kuar-janggut. Hihihi. Serious aku tak tipu. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sebenarnya aku nak cerita pasal TIKL ni jea. Harharhar. Padan muka kauorang buang masa baca post aku yang panjang tanpa reason yang kukuh ni. :p OK. Walaupun dekat, masa Form 5 tahun lepas, aku duduk hostel. Sebab Mama cakap nak SPM, baik sungguhlah kalau aku duduk hostel. Takdalah aku merenyam dalam internet ni jea. :p Then, nak dijadikan cerita, aku benci hostel sebab hostel lah aku hilang boyfriend. Cehcehceh. :p Takde ah. Gurau senda jea. Hihihi. Alah macam tak biasa plak dengan gurauan Cik Diana yang perasan comel ni. :p OK berhenti merepek lah Cik Diana ! *pukul kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku tak suka hostel sebab macam-macam perangai aku jumpa. But, takpalah. Itulah namanya manusia kan ? Rambut jea semua hitam tapi perangai lain-lain kan ? Eh, yelah ada lah rambut warna lain. :p Then rules dia ketat nak mampus kot. Nak dijadikan cerita plak, Form 5 taleh balik everyweek. Haihh memang aku asyik rindu merindu lah boyfriend aku tu. Eh, EX-BOYFRIEND lah. Alaa aku cerita ni waktu dolu-dolu. Sekarang memanglah dah jadi EX pun. Hihih. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay sekarang baru sampai point sebenar aku. Sebenarnya , aku geram betul lah. Walaupun aku dengar rules dekat TIKL tu makin ketat sampai student semua takleh nak bernafas tahun ni, tapi aku tengok diaorang balik macam setiap minggu jea. Everyweek aku tengok junior aku online. Dulu, kitaorang boleh balik sebulan sekali jea tau. Taktaulah kan kalau dia bawak laptop dekat hostel macam aku buat dulu. *Eh alamak kantoi plak. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haihh nasib kauorang baik sungguh wahai adik junior ku sayang. Walaupun rules semakin ketat sampai kau maybe susah nak bernafas dengan betul, kau tetap boleh balik rumah everyweek. :p *rindu dekat kauorang ! :( Eh eh, orang cakap result UPU keluar 1May2010. EEHHH ?&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/8463379317665001967-8271695296505141826?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/8271695296505141826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=8271695296505141826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/8271695296505141826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/8271695296505141826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/04/tak-fair-and-lovely-betul-lah-cakap.html' title='Tak fair and lovely betul lah. *cakap dengan nada yang marah and buat muka tak puas hati tapi tetap comel. :p'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-3841582833910473480</id><published>2010-04-29T04:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:57:49.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau rasa kau ada ciri-ciri lelaki ni tak ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pertama sekali, tinggi kau dalam lingkungan 170-180cm. Tak mahu lah lebih dari tu. Nanti aku rasa pendek sangat plak. Cukuplah kalau tinggi kau setakat 180cm jea. Lelaki tinggi buat aku rasa selamat. Jadi jangan pelik kenapa aku gilakan lelaki yang tinggi. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, rambut kau ada tak macam Tyson Ritter tu ? Kau kenalkan siapa Tyson Ritter ? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lelaki yang sukakan budak kecik comelkan ? hihihi. Seriously, I love that type of guy. Sebabnya, kalau dia suka budak, bolehlah aku ada baby dengan dia. :p InsyaALLAH. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku suka kalau boyfriend aku tu jenis yang rapat dengan family dia. Maknanya, dia respect orang-orang tua. Taktaulah apa kena-mengenanya tapi aku fikir macam tu. Betul tak ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalau boleh aku nak lelaki tu berumur antara 19-22 tahun. Aku tanak lelaki yang muda daripada aku because I'm not a cougar. Aku tasuke jugak kalau lelaki tu sebaya sebab macam tak best jea. Contoh aku 18tahun, lepas tu boyfriend aku tu pun 18tahun. Mind kitaorang mesti sama kan ? Tak bestlah macam tu. I need something different from my boyfriend. hihi :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Lepastu mesti best kalau lelaki tu pandai masak. Yelah sebab aku tak pandai masak. Sebab tu lee aku nak lelaki tu pandai masak. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Aku taktahu kenapa tapi aku suka orang &lt;b&gt;Kedah&lt;/b&gt;. HIHI. Jangan tanya kenapa. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepastu kan, mind dia matang. So boleh lah dia guide aku buat benda baik. Ni kalau perangai macam hanjeng, menyusahkan life aku jea. HAHAH takde ah joke jea. :p But seriously, kalau kau nak ngorat aku, sila pastikan mind kau tak macam budak-budak lelaki yang bersepah depan Pavillion tu. Tolonglah. Aku tak perlukan lelaki yang rasa dia hot/handsome. Sebab aku tareti jaga boyfriend yang handsome/hot ni. Huuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, lelaki tu boleh main instrument. Tak kisah jenis apa pun, asalkan dia tauk. Sebab, kalau aku down bolehlah dia buat aku happy dengan nyanyi kan aku lagu. Kan kan kan ? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lelaki tu tau macam mana nak pujuk aku kalau aku marah/merajuk. Sebab aku ni suka merajuk. HIHI. Alahh tak salah kan kalau nak mengada-ngada dengan boyfriend sendiri ? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh aku benci lelaki yang hot-tempered. Sebabnya, cukuplah aku tengok macam mana rupa lelaki hot-tempered dalam lifw aku selama ni. And cukuplah aku sorang jea yang hot-tempered dalam relationship tu. Tak kea gila if dua-dua hot-tempered ? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then lelaki tu pandai main skateboard sebab aku nak dia ajar aku. Dah lama aku berangan nak belajar main skateboard tapi takda siapa pun nak ajar. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lelaki tu jenis yang respect perempuan, faham perasaan perempuan, faham setiap gerak-geri aku. Ceh. HIHI. Aku sukalah lelaki macam tu. Lembut jea hati. Sejuk hati mama bila dapat menantu macam tu. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And lelaki tu mestilah soft-spoken. Aku benci lah lelaki yang cakap macam nak rock jea. Apa, kau ingat kau tu The Rock kea ? Haih tolonglah. Lelaki macam tu perasan macho jea lebih. Tapi benda yang dia cakap tu, semuanya tak masuk akal. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh kalau bolehlah kan, lelaki tu mesti banyak cakap sebab aku ni jenis yang pendiam. In person, aku boleh buat kau bosan nak mampus. Tak caya meh dating dengan aku. Kita tengok siapa yang bosan. HIHIHI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seronokkan kalau baru 2nd date, dah nak offer diri nak jumpa parents ? HAAA. Aku nak bakal boyfriend aku tu nanti, macam tu. Heee. Barulah betul-betul serius. Sorrylah sebab sekarang aku tak carik relationship yang main-main. I'm only into a serious relationship. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalau boleh jugak, lelaki tu ada kereta, tak kedekut, tak makan duit perempuan melainkan aku yang offer, and then dia bukan jenis yang suka mintak barang. Aku penampo nanti. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yang paling penting, lelaki tu tough ! Yihaaaa ! Erkk. Tapi bukan tough yang berketul-ketul tu. Sangat menakutkan wey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH OH, aku tasuka lelaki handsome tapi aku suka lelaki comel. Faham tak ? HAHAA :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh, lelaki tu pun mesti tau jaga penampilan. Maksudnya, tak selekeh lah. Up to date. Sebab aku suka fashion. So lelaki tu pun mesti suka fashion. Kiranya, lelaki metroseksual lah. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepastu kan, lelaki tu mestilah hari-hari call aku. Sebab sekarang aku macam malas sikit nak text-text ni. HIHI. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh lelaki tu kan mesti suka lagu yang heavy heavy. Macam aku lah. Hihihi. The heavier, the better. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pastikan kau tidak bernama SYAFIQ , SHAFIK, SYAFIK or watsoever Syafiq. Make sure nama kau tidak berbunyik macam tu kay. Aku allergic dengan orang yang nama macam tu. Hihihi. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, kau suka bergambar sebab aku suka snap gambar banyak banyak kalau dating. Mehla try dating dengan aku then tengok berapa juta gambar kita aku akan snap. Hihihi. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sebenarnya ada banyak lagi ciri-ciri lelaki yang aku suka. Tapi sekarang macam malas nak fikir lagi. Nanti kalau aku dah ada tenaga nak fikir, aku update post ni okay ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-3841582833910473480?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3841582833910473480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=3841582833910473480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3841582833910473480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/3841582833910473480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2010/04/kau-rasa-kau-ada-ciri-ciri-lelaki-ni.html' title='Kau rasa kau ada ciri-ciri lelaki ni tak ?'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463379317665001967.post-4335828910667880184</id><published>2008-11-24T15:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:35:41.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROTI MIKA :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpXA3rcQJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-78Vd2h0pE8/s1600-h/IMG_9888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272121986248360082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpXA3rcQJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-78Vd2h0pE8/s320/IMG_9888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bahan-bahan yang diperlukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1)milo satu cawan or sukati korang laa.&lt;br /&gt;2)roti 2 keping&lt;br /&gt;3)toaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cara-cara untuk membuatnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1)sapukan milo ke roti anda.&lt;br /&gt;2)ratakan keseluruh permukaan roti.&lt;br /&gt;3)bakar roti anda menggunakan toaster.&lt;br /&gt;4)bakar selame 4 atau 5 minit.&lt;br /&gt;5)setelah siap, boleh dihidangkan bersama air teh atau nescafe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SELAMAT MENCUBA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpWuD6KuKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D62JS_kb96c/s1600-h/IMG_9885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272121663113836706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpWuD6KuKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D62JS_kb96c/s320/IMG_9885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpWUw8KcfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vyi6RmF8x2E/s1600-h/IMG_9886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272121228525203954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpWUw8KcfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vyi6RmF8x2E/s320/IMG_9886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpV7w-zkWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d6iSfJkwqco/s1600-h/IMG_9890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120799039557986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpV7w-zkWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d6iSfJkwqco/s320/IMG_9890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpVnFh8ypI/AAAAAAAAAGc/e50i6Qb1f2M/s1600-h/IMG_9893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120443778419346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpVnFh8ypI/AAAAAAAAAGc/e50i6Qb1f2M/s320/IMG_9893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpVUBkzPOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/M3t_ctC8888/s1600-h/IMG_9895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120116299119842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpVUBkzPOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/M3t_ctC8888/s320/IMG_9895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpVEExFToI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kr7Q6YgRyQQ/s1600-h/IMG_9897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272119842278035074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpVEExFToI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kr7Q6YgRyQQ/s320/IMG_9897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*roti ini dipanggil roti mika kerana ia adalah roti bermilo yang dibakar. jadi ia digabungkan dan jadi laa &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROTI MIKA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roti ini enak dihidangkan ketika minum petang dan enak di makan ketika panas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT MENCUBA TUAN-TUAN DAN PUAN-PUAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463379317665001967-4335828910667880184?l=diadiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/feeds/4335828910667880184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463379317665001967&amp;postID=4335828910667880184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/4335828910667880184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463379317665001967/posts/default/4335828910667880184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diadiot.blogspot.com/2008/11/roti-mika-d.html' title='ROTI MIKA :D'/><author><name>Diana Hamid.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01190073235730035139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz42qG3EYmg/TvwUHrm9CaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-UgA-cHFqWg/s220/ualala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCilucv0Y7Y/SSpXA3rcQJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-78Vd2h0pE8/s72-c/IMG_9888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
