<?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-1864917784215099881</id><updated>2011-11-14T16:52:03.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Up Babe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5820552961215263087</id><published>2011-10-30T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:17:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell yeah. I miss ranting here.&lt;br /&gt;And i know, my backgroud crapping. Nyehs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-Dayak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5820552961215263087?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5820552961215263087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5820552961215263087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/hell-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-399841368205435538</id><published>2011-03-26T11:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:19:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.. Hola readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to attend parents meeting today but due to some reasons, plan changed. Parents meeting huh? Nope, i am not the parent. I am the one who will meet the parents. It has been a week since I started to relief again. It is a different environment though. Now, it is more to permanent relief and have to seriously teach the kids. Yes, KIDS. Not teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah for the opportunity and special friend who recommended me to the school. Remember the previous post I was mentioning to change career? This is the path i intended to. Allah gave me the chance for me to try. I did not know it can be this tough, especially the planning. However, kids brighten my days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, waiting for the response till July/September. If not, back to square one. I can't work as relief forever right? The pay isn't high too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I told mum i want to &lt;em&gt;kahwin&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeGkN_ouVK0/TY1oztQhglI/AAAAAAAADFk/wIYbXh6FSBI/s1600/P31302082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588237950168171090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeGkN_ouVK0/TY1oztQhglI/AAAAAAAADFk/wIYbXh6FSBI/s320/P31302082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;-Dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-399841368205435538?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/399841368205435538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/399841368205435538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/03/assalamualaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeGkN_ouVK0/TY1oztQhglI/AAAAAAAADFk/wIYbXh6FSBI/s72-c/P31302082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-6551392285125935540</id><published>2011-03-11T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:05:54.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a random thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda sad to know that you have a feeling for someone and you can't get too attached to that someone because of some reasons. You have to ignore the confessions. You have to reject that someone all over again for ample times. Deep thinking is required in every actions and steps. These are not to give hopes to the other party. Neither to hurt that someone further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the truth from someone and lying to yourself is the best option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-6551392285125935540?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6551392285125935540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6551392285125935540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-random-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8204681585375573758</id><published>2011-03-10T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:32:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To whom it may concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls be informed that we had enough. You went beyond our limits. &lt;br /&gt;We have ran out of patience. It has been almost three months and you are still pressuring us. &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get the fact right with your family first before 'confronting' us and demand everything back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, i really thought we should have recorded down all the discussions so we won't be dragged into this mess.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stress my family and especially him. &lt;br /&gt;For the FINAL (LAST) time, tell us what do you want from us and we need to settle immediately. &lt;br /&gt;We do NOT like to be haunted non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my joyful him and family back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sounded harsh here but seriously, we had enough. &lt;br /&gt;We gave in many times already, kept silence and not sharing the true stories.&lt;br /&gt;We are good people and would not want to be taken advantage anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you and your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8204681585375573758?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8204681585375573758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8204681585375573758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-whom-it-may-concern-pls-be-informed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2505580433644242050</id><published>2011-02-10T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:54:14.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time really flies when you stay at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, i am part time housewife okays? Hehe. None can replace my mum, of course. Resting at home for a moment does help me to relax my mind and search for dayak again. Learn to cook more dishes and does the necessary housework to lessen mum's burden. Spend quality time with family, pay back the time which i spent most on work. Even my niece and nephew requested me not to work again and be their teacher. *slaps forehead* They miss me too much, i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me, "Finally, no one disturbs you when you are at home!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I replied, "Of course, who will disturb when you are not related and important to them anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my test and just waiting for the result..which will be out next week? I have no confident on passing, totally. I am so ready to book another test. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am searching for full time job already. Nope, not in this line. I finding another jobscope that I am interested which does not require the related diploma. I know, my diploma will be a waste. But, I want to do something for passion and not the sake for money. I may take courses on this particular line. &lt;em&gt;Insyallah...&lt;/em&gt; However, this is just planning. Hehs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am 100% focusing on my practicals after two months of MIA. Haha. I just want to get done and over it with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's touch on &lt;em&gt;"jodoh"&lt;/em&gt; or soulmate. My stand is to find the one and only, the first and the last mate. I read this somewhere (it's in malay though, oops sorry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seseorang itu tidak boleh menyerahkan segala-galanya pada takdir untuk menemui jodohnya (sepertimana yang masih dilakukan oleh sesetengah orang) tanpa terlebih dahulu &lt;strong&gt;berusaha dan berikhtiar&lt;/strong&gt; untuk mencari dan mendapatkannya. Ini kerana penentuan Allah s.w.t. di dalam hal jodoh seseorang itu mula-mula berpunca daripada ikhtiar dan perbuatan seseorang itu sendiri."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know he's the Mr Right? Do we have to imagine how will our future life be with him? If we believe it will a bright future, so he's the one? No, I am not desperate to get married. It is just a thought after knowing someone and heard news that school friends are or getting married. Talking about marriage...ohmygosh... I am tweenteen one this year?!?! Yey! Can participate in election! Hahaha. Side track huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny is already complaining about me being single &lt;em&gt;(especially when abang dah takde jodoh).&lt;/em&gt; Granny was totally proud when she mentioned she got married at the age of fourteen. *gasps* Come on granny, that was decades ago!!! For sure, I am finding a true muslim man who submits to Allah and can guide me well to the right path. And for sure, it is tough to find one these days. Most are taken, few left. &lt;em&gt;Jodoh and ajal maut ditangan Allah. Kalau ada, ada lah. Kalau tiada, cinta dan kasih ku kepada Allah senantiasa. Insyallah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See you around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Dayak-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2505580433644242050?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2505580433644242050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2505580433644242050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-has-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5907424778303395407</id><published>2011-01-31T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:21:37.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be my final week as employee. Time flies. To think back, i have made a tough decision a month ago. To resign or to stay put and increase your pressure? Hahs. 100% plus chop! I have never regret to be out from the team especially when i came to know about something. Something that hurts me badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It slapped me hard! They have never ever appreciated us. It is so dissapointing, i tell you. For almost a year working with them, they have not realised how responsible am i. Big tsk. Even though i am leaving for goodness sake, i sacrifice my bloody time to complete most of the work so there won't have much outstanding issue. Well, since i was mentioned that i couldn't be bothered, i am now encouraged to just relax. You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are wrong. Even that, i just couldn't stop working. Hell yeah, i am doing my contract document this bloody hour. Tell me, i couldn't be bothered is it? Haish. What to do...just be positive and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work aside... tomorrow will be my malay test. Pray for me aite. I still have not brush up my mother tongue language. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my older posts. I was laughing at the October's post. Ohmy. Miracles happen okay? Go with the flow and not to expect much. Hoohaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;-Dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5907424778303395407?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5907424778303395407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5907424778303395407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/assalamualaikum_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-3027801181282531840</id><published>2011-01-18T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:08:21.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you peeps? I am planning my leave clearance now.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, they will approve without any hesitation. If not... __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing to my last day, I have this "heavy" feeling of leaving but hey, percentage of running away from this environment is more! Huahuahua. Especially, after the incident today. Blood was totally boiling! Thanks to Allah, i calm down and &lt;em&gt;beristighfar&lt;/em&gt;. I told myself umpteen times... just the matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my contractors heard about my resignation. What touched me were their personal wishes in written to me. Totally... awwww, so sshhuuuweeetttt. I'm glad they appreciate and recognise my sacrifice! YEY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aside from that, he's back. Yes, after 3 months of not communicating. Seriously, only Allah knows how i feel now. I am not brave enough to tell my true feelings to mum. She will be mad at me i guess. I do not want to worry her, that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But U, again. I enjoy every moments with U. If U need any help in... U know. Do not hesitate to call me. I am more than willing to guide U. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-3027801181282531840?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3027801181282531840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3027801181282531840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/assalamualaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8527350732027195001</id><published>2011-01-03T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T04:12:38.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was an awesome year i should say. New experience. etc.&lt;br /&gt;For example...&lt;br /&gt;1) Graduated from SP&lt;br /&gt;2) First Job&lt;br /&gt;3) Up and downs issue with males (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is here and i am already planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since bro is not getting married this year (well, it is a sad story. &lt;em&gt;Jodoh tak kesampaian&lt;/em&gt;), i am focusing 100% in studies. In other words, i&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; resigned&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. Well, am taking part time job though to support myself. I can't really depend on brother right? He is the only breadwinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita yang merancang, Allah yang menentukan.&lt;/em&gt; I planned to work full time and study part time remember? But now, everything has changed. I could actually continue working but not in this building/environment/surrounding. I had enough. Nobody could understand my frustruation. I kept silence doesn't mean i agree to everything. I did raise my opinion but it doesn't make any difference. So might as well, just listen to your stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my work to affect my studies. I don't want to flunk my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, dad. A year more to &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2011 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;-Dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8527350732027195001?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8527350732027195001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8527350732027195001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-lets-reflect.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1712000468870021989</id><published>2010-12-20T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:40:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A news that breaks our heart. Each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;"Kita yang merancang, Allah yang menentukan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers.&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy has turn dusty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been... cool? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Work was _________. You fill in the blanks. It has been tiring and it affects my health, totally. But thanks Allah, after a week break from work, health is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;I have to control my mind and emotions, not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first pract. Awesome i should say. Instructor mentioned i had done well for the first stage. Yessa! Drove my bro's car at car park and i almost hit the stationary car. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But ouch. My left leg hurts. Clutchhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah. Chiow..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Dayak&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoyed every seconds with you.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1712000468870021989?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1712000468870021989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1712000468870021989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/12/news-that-breaks-our-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8552039669411338450</id><published>2010-10-28T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:29:55.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing testing. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum. Hello readers. How are you? I'm fine...not!&lt;br /&gt;I'm now dragging my heavy body down the street to work. &lt;br /&gt;An issue occurred and now, all arrows to me. Like -_- can? &lt;br /&gt;No backbone support from anyone... It's like dying at your own bare hands. &lt;br /&gt;The best or even amazing part is.... 90% of the issue doesn't involve me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what when who why how it happens and yet... "put the blame on me". &lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the song by akon and woah how nicely it fits my condition now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the struggles i went through, i was positive all the way till this issue was raised. &lt;br /&gt;I have seen their true colours. How helpful they are to let us die or suffer on our own. &lt;br /&gt;This is not helping me at all. I came to work each day looking forward for new experience. Ya sure. &lt;br /&gt;New experiece indeed. I am trying to be optimistic here by reminding myself i have a family to feed and care of. &lt;br /&gt;If i don't work, who is going to take care of the finance? &lt;br /&gt;Nearing 2011, i will search for a new job with better management. &lt;br /&gt;I am fresh, i need guidance from surrounding and of course, Allah. &lt;br /&gt;So peeps, any lobangs? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Praying for a better day. Amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8552039669411338450?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8552039669411338450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8552039669411338450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/10/testing-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8959573810146400366</id><published>2010-10-10T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:07:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me speak my mind. I need to let it go. Let this be my last thought on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know i have hurt you deeply. I feel bad about this also. This feeling is "killing" me too. Your messages are still in my inbox and i still read them. I don't intend to delete them because they brightens my gloomy day, they bring smiles on my face. I pray to Allah that i will forget you but your image keeps appearing in my dreams. I met you and i said, "I miss you". From what i know, dreams are opposite of reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It has been weeks. Only Allah knows how much i miss you now, how much i remember you, how much i pray for your wellness/happiness. I swear, I have never ever look down on you. I am not perfect, nobody is. So, why is there a need to look down on you? Maybe you have misintepret my texts. But for sure, i don't want to give you hopes. I don't know and i don't want to think about the future. Can't we just be normal friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah, i feel relieve now. If you stumbles upon this entry, do remember that I have never regret knowing you and thanks for everything you have done for me.  I apologize for the hurting words. I'm bad at creating sweet sentences. Take care. You were part of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8959573810146400366?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8959573810146400366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8959573810146400366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-me-speak-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5131855179438339302</id><published>2010-09-27T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:15:34.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum. HELLO FOLKS! How's life readers?! I miss blogging. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, i would like to wish you all muslims &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pls forgive all my mistakes and my wrongdoings towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, i miss hanging out with friends. I want to chill at ECP, cycling etc. You know to ignore work for a day. It is irritating when you are having fun with family or chill at home and you receive calls from work. It is more irritating when you are back to work knowing that most works are not done. Complains complains complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh angels, black dragon is back i think? Almost seeing "it" like most of the days? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have another issue. Gosh, seriously. I don't know what to do. Let's wait and see. Mum is asking me to give it a try but also to think of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah... my goal before 2011 starts. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TKBEAYEG8HI/AAAAAAAADFU/0n38syONC08/s1600/wcca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521487916406599794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TKBEAYEG8HI/AAAAAAAADFU/0n38syONC08/s320/wcca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok take care peeps.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TKBCluQlVAI/AAAAAAAADFM/46oslzkJNYQ/s1600/P1080654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521486358996407298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TKBCluQlVAI/AAAAAAAADFM/46oslzkJNYQ/s320/P1080654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5131855179438339302?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5131855179438339302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5131855179438339302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/assalamualaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TKBEAYEG8HI/AAAAAAAADFU/0n38syONC08/s72-c/wcca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5995118607175590523</id><published>2010-08-15T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:14:48.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. My last post was on June 27? Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Hello everybody! Ni hao ma? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been....great deducts the hours i spent on work. Touching on work, well. This few weeks were the most OMGosh moments. You are not able to predict something will happen. If it happens, you learnt from experience. Seriosuly speaking, i am giving up. Job scope is perfect but not the environment and pressure from home. Mum has been nagging at me for coming home late due to overwhelm work. Imagine, everyday "OT" one or two hours. Hey, it's "OT" ok. Overtime without any payment and they kept mentioning to take time off. When am i suppose to take time off when i can't even finish my work? I am bringing some work home too. Mum is mad at me for working from home. Phone never stops ringing. I was MC for a day thinking that i could rest at home. I was wrong. Totally. Haish. But to think back, maybe this is a test from Allah. I shall not give up. I shall pass the test! Insyaallah. Cluster is separating. Saddeddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work aside, to all muslims. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY FASTING! &lt;em&gt;Selamat menyambut bulan Ramadan, bulan yang penuh barakah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, this is my first time not to gather with family for break fast. Thanks to my work. Imagine, (in a week), 3 days i reach home 730pm, 2 days i will break fast in office. It means i can break fast with family for two days only!! For a month, 8 days to break fast with them only! *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well... i just have to stay positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a nap before going to sister house to break fast! Yahoo. I will treasure the moments with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5995118607175590523?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5995118607175590523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5995118607175590523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7294009678266814479</id><published>2010-06-27T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:16:56.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE!! Yessa, i'm still ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, time flies. My last post was on APRIL?! Two months have passed.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm officially a confirmed staff. Work has been great! Of course, there are ups &amp;amp; downs. I just realised when you start to work, you will have lesser time for family and whats more...friends. Urgh. I miss my youth. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browing through my folders and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TCdo1pU15CI/AAAAAAAADEs/HthwvNwZ7D0/s1600/1_777053974l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487469941809865762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TCdo1pU15CI/AAAAAAAADEs/HthwvNwZ7D0/s320/1_777053974l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend quality time with the gang at ECP, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember dramas showing how the close friends meet up during lunch or after work... But again..it's DRAMA. How i wish we can meet up. Maybe with ark or angel or biol or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, DARK went for a photoshoot. Each one of us look AWESOME! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TCdo12Plx5I/AAAAAAAADE0/bAJxDvYwB-w/s1600/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487469945277499282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TCdo12Plx5I/AAAAAAAADE0/bAJxDvYwB-w/s320/five.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite solo pic will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TCdo2eCjPOI/AAAAAAAADE8/kLqA-L38KVc/s1600/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487469955960224994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TCdo2eCjPOI/AAAAAAAADE8/kLqA-L38KVc/s320/two.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model First Lady, Can? Hehe. My aunt wants to send this pic to agency &lt;em&gt;cari jodoh&lt;/em&gt;. Matchmaking agency? I'm not desperate ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern.. As for black dragon, it's over between us. Oh wait...we didn't even start. Haha. I made up my mind not to contact you anymore because... *shrugs*. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people. Got to rest. Chiow.&lt;br /&gt;See ya around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7294009678266814479?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7294009678266814479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7294009678266814479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/assalamualaikum-hello-everyone-yessa-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/TCdo1pU15CI/AAAAAAAADEs/HthwvNwZ7D0/s72-c/1_777053974l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8494244584311926730</id><published>2010-04-21T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:00:06.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Fooo. Blowing away the dust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO READERS!! WHAT'S UP?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, i'm still alive and kicking. It has been a month since i started work. Well, it's manageable. Of course, there will be hiccups here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i have turned twenTEEN. =)&lt;br /&gt;Random pics will be uploaded below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event that i coordinated turned out well. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah&lt;/em&gt;, thank god for everything. It went smoothly. Well, the event is my beloved brother's engagement. Oh yes, he is (semi) officially taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, without realizing, i was actually talking to the CE of the building. I was in crazy mood when i talked to him. Haha here haha there. I got to know he is my CE today. Gosh, i was lucky not to say wrong stuff to him. If not, &lt;em&gt;mati&lt;/em&gt;. Oh oh, he is so down to earth. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear black dragon, i don't know whether i can believe you hundred percents. We shall see. Go with the flow, let nature takes its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dO4fD5QI/AAAAAAAADD8/6Vh6jVOdB-Y/s1600/aP1000130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462617014541739266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dO4fD5QI/AAAAAAAADD8/6Vh6jVOdB-Y/s320/aP1000130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manhattan! Slurp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dOoryrqI/AAAAAAAADD0/mz-h9sxn2qw/s1600/aP1000140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462617010300169890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dOoryrqI/AAAAAAAADD0/mz-h9sxn2qw/s320/aP1000140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TanQ peeps for celebrating! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dPFzcLnI/AAAAAAAADEE/nUyxAAltPUI/s1600/aP1000196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462617018116877938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dPFzcLnI/AAAAAAAADEE/nUyxAAltPUI/s320/aP1000196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my birthday, colleagues surprised me with cake and pizzas. TanQ all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dPk41s_I/AAAAAAAADEM/zmfMJAVKqns/s1600/aP1000214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462617026461021170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dPk41s_I/AAAAAAAADEM/zmfMJAVKqns/s320/aP1000214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home, had a mini celebration. Heheh. We had to miss the big celebration as everyone was busy that week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88ezuJooPI/AAAAAAAADEc/7ll8NGDqLXU/s1600/aP1070954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462618746934305010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88ezuJooPI/AAAAAAAADEc/7ll8NGDqLXU/s320/aP1070954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 April, a date to be remembered for the couple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88fTKduSqI/AAAAAAAADEk/rvJjRzjbLDA/s1600/aP1000241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462619287110699682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88fTKduSqI/AAAAAAAADEk/rvJjRzjbLDA/s320/aP1000241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats bro. Get ready for next year! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok all. See you all again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dayak-&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/1864917784215099881-8494244584311926730?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8494244584311926730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8494244584311926730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/fooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S88dO4fD5QI/AAAAAAAADD8/6Vh6jVOdB-Y/s72-c/aP1000130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1253649274539311459</id><published>2010-03-30T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:12:02.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost two weeks of working. Manageable. Still handover-ing so i am not really able to implement my job. Haha. Thursday will be the official date. "Stuff" happens in office. To think back, it's funny to learn that your colleagues feel the same as you when it comes to "stuff". You will go...WOW. Then, you will support each other. Give encouragement. And as for now, i'm the cheerleader (even though i'm not experienced). Understand understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more open to them now. Someone commented that i'm introvert so i have to prove that statement is false. Hahs. We jokes around and the only problem is "stuff". If there is no "stuff", operations will go smoothly and all will be working happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum suddenly brought up a topic. I planned to take FSM &amp;amp; part time uni, remember? Mum nagged at me... touching on the long working hours. I will be tired and no mood to study. This job is meant for man. If i marry, how? And so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told mum not to demoralise me. I need support now. To me, i'm not really tired. All i have to think is family and finance. I don't mind working hard for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1253649274539311459?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1253649274539311459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1253649274539311459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5941867554245119905</id><published>2010-03-20T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:17:58.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So 2nd day was a bad day for me. I made a big mistake by signing a piece of paper w/o anyone's knowledge. Ok fine, you can call me stupid. Yes, i admit it's my mistake for not asking anyone first but hey, the person who requested my signature was waiting for me and she mentioned it was for her. And now, my manager will come after me on Monday. Great. I'm hoping now he won't reprimand me. Maybe just an advice for me not to repeat the same big mistake. And i totally learn my lesson. Do not made your own bloody decision, dayak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling _________ on that day. More like i need help. I felt so miserable. Seven services under you, you had to obtain documents yourself, understand them and save them inside your brain. Hello, i have no experience people. How am i suppose to know the procedures? None taught me the procedures etc etc. And i don't even know what to do if i have to liaise with the contractors? Omgosh. Help. Seven services... nice. Even my collegue said it was too much for a person to handle and my pay doesn't match the job i'm doing now. What to do? Boss said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another collegue of mine was trying to cheer me up by saying it will take time for me to understand everything and the time will be a month. But 2nd boss expected me to know everything within a day. Nice. So i have to stuff everything in my brain till this monday and i don't think i will. Seven services remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was suggesting to me to quit. Haha. Yeahhhhhh righhht. No way. Two words to remember when i feel like giving up... "FAMILY, MONEY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my schedule is... Fri&amp;amp;Sun off, Mon&amp;amp;Sat afternoon shift and Tues&amp;amp;Wed&amp;amp;Thurs morning shift. SO, 4A...i won't be attending the bbq and i do feel miserable. I miss you all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5941867554245119905?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5941867554245119905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5941867554245119905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-2nd-day-was-bad-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2220710448521904943</id><published>2010-03-18T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:43:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah, syukur teramat kepadaNya&lt;/em&gt;. Thank god. Afterall, "hands of god". I got a job. I went for the interview last saturday. Seriously to me, i failed because i could not answers the manager's questions on maintenance. I kept repeating the same sentences all over again. Meanwhile, i worked as a sales assistant/helper at a bakery shop. Lol. Well, it was cool packing the buns for customers. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day. I am stationed here for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S6JJR3mIdNI/AAAAAAAADDs/FmPY8PzW0uQ/s1600-h/NLbuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449999070402213074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S6JJR3mIdNI/AAAAAAAADDs/FmPY8PzW0uQ/s320/NLbuilding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you miss me, you can always find me here. Hahaha. Collegues are friendly, they welcomed me. And yes, i'm welcomed with HUGE responsibilities too. 16 storeys... i've to handle the building work, security, cleaning services and etc etc. Cool or what?! They seriously have to guide me. I'm new whatttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o hours (inclusive an hour lunch) of working hours... *yawns* hahahaha! Gonna sleep. Wake up early to jot down what i have to do tomorrow. ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2220710448521904943?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2220710448521904943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2220710448521904943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/alhamdulilah-syukur-teramat-kepadanya.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S6JJR3mIdNI/AAAAAAAADDs/FmPY8PzW0uQ/s72-c/NLbuilding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8117096960026829915</id><published>2010-03-10T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:43:58.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staring too much at the lappy's screen creates the pain in my eyes. Ouchhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Still digging for jobs.. crazzzyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got to know an actress who played the scarf girl in one drama doesn't wear in reality. Hmm. &lt;em&gt;Siapa lah nak ambil minah tudung betul kan... hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya ada, taknak... haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im crapping outtttttt......&lt;br /&gt;Friday got test lahhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8117096960026829915?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8117096960026829915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8117096960026829915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/staring-too-much-at-lappys-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4303006753542962514</id><published>2010-03-09T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:48:37.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little update. I'm having my final test this friday and that marks the end of my poly life. Job... i'm still digging for one. If you are close to me right now, you can sense that i am lacking of confidence. Mum and bro keep encouraging me not to give up. I don't know, i just feel that i'm useless. Without a job, i can't support my family and of course myself. I need $$$ to pay for my FSM course which i die die die die want to take. This line prefers those with FSM certificate (and maybe those fluent in mandarin too!) Lalalalala. I also die die die die must learn mandarin since it's an important language in this country. I even have the urge to force my niece and nephew to learn mandarin so they won't end up suffering like me now. I'm busy mentally prepare for the event next month. I'm left with a month to settle everything! The catering and etc. Client keeps sharing his/her new ideas!  Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4303006753542962514?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4303006753542962514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4303006753542962514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1737827974941117132</id><published>2010-02-26T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:25:42.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ya allah, adakah semua dugaan yang engkau berikan ini kerana aku telah mengabaikan mu? Ya allah, berikanlah aku peluang untuk memperbetulkan segalanya. Sesungguhnya aku hamba mu yang lemah. Ya allah, berikanlah aku kekuatan untuk menghadapi segalan dugaan dan rintangan mu. Sesungguhnya engkau maha mengetahui apa yang terbaik untuk ku. Aku reda ya allah dan aku tahu bahawa rezeki di tangan mu ya allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah maha mengetahui segalanya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have taught me to face the challenges with a smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1737827974941117132?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1737827974941117132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1737827974941117132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/ya-allah-adakah-semua-dugaan-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-6278773582535925003</id><published>2010-02-26T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:43:42.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S4aooMBib-I/AAAAAAAADDk/hPLrUMFOsok/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442222608099733474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S4aooMBib-I/AAAAAAAADDk/hPLrUMFOsok/s320/sick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headache+stomach burning/cut+nauseous+throat "aching"+red liquid+studying=WEAK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, totally weak but trying to push myself to be stronger. Even though our conversations may fill with laughters, smiles but deep down inside... ouch. I'm in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a moment i thought, is this a sign? You know that kind of sign? haha. Insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As suggested by mum, i shall prepare myself. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum asked me to go check up again as she thought my stomach-don't-know-what-is-wrong may have spread. As usual, i disagree with her. Waste of money. If they still can't detect the problem, how? Waste of time also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought of doing my notes... but body persuades me to go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dayak-&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/1864917784215099881-6278773582535925003?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6278773582535925003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6278773582535925003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/headachestomach-burningcutnauseousthroa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S4aooMBib-I/AAAAAAAADDk/hPLrUMFOsok/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4262663009012873397</id><published>2010-02-24T07:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:26:39.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check: 7am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept the whole night yesterday. I &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; am having a major headache. I guess, this is the outcome of memorizing the whole chunk in last minute and couldn't remember anything during the examination. Yes, i screwed my paper yesterday. It was horrible. I mixed up the answers. I'm just hoping that i will pass and not to repeat that module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a slight fever, major headache and i vomitted blood. Yes. I still can taste the blood in my throat. Too much stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study for another paper. Ahh. Painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S4RhFLWZDmI/AAAAAAAADDU/aBIuIW0uZJs/s1600-h/d2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441580991344348770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S4RhFLWZDmI/AAAAAAAADDU/aBIuIW0uZJs/s320/d2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;There you go...BLA BLA BLA BLA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4262663009012873397?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4262663009012873397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4262663009012873397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-check-7am-morning-everybody-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S4RhFLWZDmI/AAAAAAAADDU/aBIuIW0uZJs/s72-c/d2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8998145724445051632</id><published>2010-02-19T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:28:19.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another issue that boils my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the job interview i attended a month ago? Well, they said the outcome will be in february. I was (yes, was) waiting for their call patiently. Hold on! Don't congrats me. I didn't get the job (i guess). Instead, the selected candidates are from another option. QS option. Now, you tell me. This job is specialised for FM students but why are the QS students getting the job?! They didn't study our modules. They didn't sit our exams but why are they chosen over us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, life is unfair. Time to send resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, yes. I'm praying for YOU and especially me(!) to get a (better) job. &lt;em&gt;Insyaallah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rezeki semua datang dari Nya. Ya Allah, sesungguhnya engkau maha mengetahui. Dan sesungguhnya, aku memerlukan pekerjaan dengan segera. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editted at 130pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not over it but soon i guess? "It hurts but pick yourself up and move on like nothing happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Another issue that boils my blood. A representative from this organization called up asking for donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Would you like to donate for ________. *explaining all the details*&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's okays. I donated to _______.&lt;br /&gt;Her: *hangs up with a loud thud*&lt;br /&gt;Me: #$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. She didn't attend any communication skills i guess. Why is it so hard to say THANKS. You're in this line so jolly well do it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the job interview test. The questions she asked were the same i had during the real job interview. The teacher told me that i was good (except that i spoke too fast) and i had the experience which is ssooooo related to the position. She wondered also why the interviewers preferred non-related candidates. Well, she gave advices and asked us to move on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i think they don't want me because i'm malay and i'm bertudung. Lastly, mum thinks i was too "over" during the interview. I need to slow down. Yadaa yadaa yadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8998145724445051632?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8998145724445051632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8998145724445051632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-issue-that-boils-my-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1140888024666809224</id><published>2010-02-17T22:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:07:31.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola. *pushing the notes away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone!! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Sister decided not to buy yusheng this year as she said it was a waste of money because we would only eat the cracker and left the rest of the ingredient for her. Well, hmm... i agreed. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my family planned to "celebrate" CNY at Changi Beach with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v93j9kH1I/AAAAAAAADCc/kT3fzeeKzVU/s1600-h/aP1070435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439220105968099154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v93j9kH1I/AAAAAAAADCc/kT3fzeeKzVU/s320/aP1070435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hot kids. Seriously, HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v947enXRI/AAAAAAAADCk/iD8OBXomMHY/s1600-h/aP1070480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439220129460608274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v947enXRI/AAAAAAAADCk/iD8OBXomMHY/s320/aP1070480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Swimming! Err, not actually. More like...relaxing with the help of the float. Hahs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v95Y03foI/AAAAAAAADCs/_Xg06is6tv0/s1600-h/aP1070510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439220137338568322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v95Y03foI/AAAAAAAADCs/_Xg06is6tv0/s320/aP1070510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice...only the the trios in the middle support peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v96PjZ4rI/AAAAAAAADC0/jRN0J69mGfE/s1600-h/aP1070485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439220152029274802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v96PjZ4rI/AAAAAAAADC0/jRN0J69mGfE/s320/aP1070485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v-IAqPTNI/AAAAAAAADC8/YV_5nJWTKlY/s1600-h/aP1070588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439220388549577938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v-IAqPTNI/AAAAAAAADC8/YV_5nJWTKlY/s320/aP1070588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v-InsHCvI/AAAAAAAADDE/eYErcHWQaPk/s1600-h/aP1070673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439220399026408178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v-InsHCvI/AAAAAAAADDE/eYErcHWQaPk/s320/aP1070673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to pack home! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures were uploaded at fb. So, do check them out! Oh oh. Do watch this vid! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/308943538684"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/308943538684" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="352" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;It's ranting time! Do you actually realize that i'm so pressured right now? No one knows. You tell me. How can i not stress myself up when i have to multi tasks these few days? Part time editor (vid), part time housewife, part time mother, part time teacher, part time student and full time slacker. Slack as in i will take the time that im free to sleep. The hardest jobs are editor and housewife. Ohmy. Those are tedious! Tired tired tired!!! All i need your understanding when i m taking my nap. Seriously, why those sarcastic remarks? It's not as if i don't help you out at all. I need breakkkkk. I stay up late to complete my notes for my exams (and last few days stayed up late to complete editting vid) and i will only sleep around 4am.. Two hours of sleeping are not enough. When i gave you my reasons, you sounded err...not convincing? Please. I was frustrated when i had to teach them when im preparing my notes. I couldn't focus two tasks at a time. It's like they didn't know how to do then you had to teach them many rounds. And guess what, at that point of time you don't even know the answers for your own notes. Nice.... Side track! If you're a man, you're lucky. All you do is sleep, wake up, eat, rest, work, eat, rest, sleep and the cycle continues. We the women have to do housework!! I'm afraid for my friends who are getting married at early age. Do you have the taste of doing the housework all by yourself? Cook, laundry, sweep etc. Everything yourself!?! Make sure you get your husband to help you out! Back to track.... i need my very own precious time. Can i borrow 24 hours all for myself from anyone?! Ok. i feel better now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to my notes. BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v-IyULbKI/AAAAAAAADDM/5D5xq7Gxqog/s1600-h/dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439220401878822050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v-IyULbKI/AAAAAAAADDM/5D5xq7Gxqog/s320/dee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-dayak- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1140888024666809224?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1140888024666809224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1140888024666809224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/hola.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3v93j9kH1I/AAAAAAAADCc/kT3fzeeKzVU/s72-c/aP1070435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1598907557405171518</id><published>2010-02-12T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:40:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3V5oMWtcCI/AAAAAAAADCU/dfil6s7Ul4w/s1600-h/pic-frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437385856537948194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3V5oMWtcCI/AAAAAAAADCU/dfil6s7Ul4w/s320/pic-frustrated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUSTRATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only word that can describe my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, i had to take the green basket in NTUC at one hidden corner as they didn't top up at the entrance. Placed my basket at a corner and i went to grab the groceries. The next moment when i returned, the basket...GONE. Niceeeeee. I believe the person who took it was too lazy to walk to the hidden corner. Back to square one, put the groceries down and dragged myself to the hidden corner, again. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, read an article. What made him so sure that everyone who took his first bottle of the medicine is cured? Like hellloooooo. N.O.T!!! I am dissatisfied with the facts he stated. Totally assumption. My dad is still not cured (getting worse fyi) after drinking his second bottle and my mum got dizzier each time she took it. So much of saying the medicine is good for hypertension, huh?! Helloooo! When mum went for check up, her blood pressure increased okays! She decided not to continue with the medicine and thank god, her blood pressure is normal now. So sir, get the facts right! Totally disagree with you. One suggestion, gather feedbacks from your customers. Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly in the night, a promoter decided to "cheat my feeling". I asked her nicely in the presence of my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Me: To get this bag, can we buy any 4 coke, f&amp;amp;n bottles instead of 4 Marinda drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yes, any 4 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;So, bro and i grabbed coke and orange f&amp;amp;n. During the payment, i approached the promoter and asked for the bag.&lt;br /&gt;Her: No, coke, no f&amp;amp;n. Buy these bottles (pointing at marinda) then get bag.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just now you say can mix any bottle get this bag.&lt;br /&gt;Her: *annoyed* No lah no lah&lt;br /&gt;Me: *show that bitchy look*&lt;br /&gt;At the cashier counter,&lt;br /&gt;Me: *in malay* Nonsense ah. Stupid sey. Earlier say one thing, now different thing. Don't know how to do work properly, don't work and trouble others ah.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke in malay so that her malay friend could translate for her. Seriously, i felt like smacking her face. Well, i'm not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I feel good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;2 down, 4 more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1598907557405171518?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1598907557405171518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1598907557405171518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S3V5oMWtcCI/AAAAAAAADCU/dfil6s7Ul4w/s72-c/pic-frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8656849877588994881</id><published>2010-02-06T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:25:08.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You have talent. You are good. You managed to put all the right emotions BUT you have to pull back a bit as you were OVERacting."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG!!!! My jaw dropped when she said over. Hahaha. Oh well. My acting has been over since primary school can? Maybe mine is more to stage play. Wawawa. And as expected, tudung is an issue. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i'm satisfied. TanQ mum for letting me off this round. =) I had a great experience and now i know, i believe, i do have talent even though it's like OVER the hill. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to study now..oh wait.. write my notes. As usual, i will spend my time surfing internet or sleep instead. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lap of poly life. My final exams...and i'm still slacking. I really need a tight slap to wake me up! Blablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO THOSE ARE MUGGING AND ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR TEST/EXAMS!!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Don't think will update on the previous previous post. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8656849877588994881?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8656849877588994881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8656849877588994881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-talent.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8519675281390422987</id><published>2010-02-04T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:20:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hp rang immediately after my prayer. She called up and said yes. This is it. I can show my talent. I don't mind if i'm not selected for the real one. All i need is a chance and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Told mum and there she goes again. Haha.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously mum. Just ONCE. I had to forgo 23456789 chances during my school times. Mum reminded me of my coming tests and exams. Yeah, i know. It's like..."killing" me? No time to focus on study etc. She started to touch on the earnings. Haha. Going tomorrow doesn't mean i'm selected for the real one. Insyalllah, Allah is guiding me to the right path. For the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience...tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i'm officially graduated from lectures and tutorials. 3 years...gone with the wind! Whoooshhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8519675281390422987?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8519675281390422987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8519675281390422987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-hp-rang-immediately-after-my-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-104373813807457886</id><published>2010-01-30T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:28:35.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heloha!!! Yes, i am still alive and kicking! =)&lt;br /&gt;Busy nowadays. Will be back SOON (before test/exam) to update on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S2RNyRi65TI/AAAAAAAADCE/njLs3zNoijA/s1600-h/PP1070304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432552576614327602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S2RNyRi65TI/AAAAAAAADCE/njLs3zNoijA/s320/PP1070304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mummy's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S2RNy92yCnI/AAAAAAAADCM/1KZVYYpx2ps/s1600-h/P1070371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432552588508793458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S2RNy92yCnI/AAAAAAAADCM/1KZVYYpx2ps/s320/P1070371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A day out with SLOIB!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great day Sloib! Truly appreciate it and tanQ for you know like err accepting me? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;To you; Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-104373813807457886?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/104373813807457886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/104373813807457886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/heloha-yes-i-am-still-alive-and-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S2RNyRi65TI/AAAAAAAADCE/njLs3zNoijA/s72-c/PP1070304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-247063459641497657</id><published>2010-01-14T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:19:11.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to update this dusty blog, finally... First &amp;amp; foremost... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt; Ok fine. I'm like 14 days late. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very busy nowadays that i hardly have time for myself. First week of school, we were given numerous tutorials to complete. Sianzation. Seriously, the lecturers won't give us a break. Tsk. Hectic okays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010. Wow. What's your goal? Ah! I know...that is to successfully accomplish your previous goals. Hehs. This year going to be a totally different year for me. A year that i will end my student life...for a moment. Welcome to the working life! And i AM looking forward to it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel great when you get to provide your family and pay back their good deeds. Next year, my family will be 100% my responsibility. Wow. Heavy duty i must say. If you peeps are wondering why is it 100% and where is my brother...check this blog in April and you will know the reasons. Hahaha. Oh oh oh. It is a must for me to learn driving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of 2010. Let's flashback. I ended my 2009 with a wide smile. I'm gonna write in parts so i have a suggestion for you. Read one part today and tomorrow another part and so forth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One: Out with the angels!&lt;/strong&gt; On 23 Dec, celebrated PL's birthday. We three had fun "sabo-ing" her. Such as blindfolded her...all the way to Marina Barrage. Cool or what?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvSaeo9HI/AAAAAAAAC-U/kHN8luYy2Pg/s1600-h/bP1060564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834013210768498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvSaeo9HI/AAAAAAAAC-U/kHN8luYy2Pg/s320/bP1060564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvS-UkSbI/AAAAAAAAC-c/OemvG-s4hdo/s1600-h/bP1060566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834022832196018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvS-UkSbI/AAAAAAAAC-c/OemvG-s4hdo/s320/bP1060566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvTMKnOwI/AAAAAAAAC-k/IgazjFmVnMY/s1600-h/bP1060567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834026548542210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvTMKnOwI/AAAAAAAAC-k/IgazjFmVnMY/s320/bP1060567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told pl there was no people in the train. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvTR_fNuI/AAAAAAAAC-s/qg4rRUvJW7o/s1600-h/bP1060573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834028112492258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvTR_fNuI/AAAAAAAAC-s/qg4rRUvJW7o/s320/bP1060573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took picture w/o pl knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvUEg5hmI/AAAAAAAAC-0/GoIfRC-5ATo/s1600-h/bP1060580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834041674401378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvUEg5hmI/AAAAAAAAC-0/GoIfRC-5ATo/s320/bP1060580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwP6ocXjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/EroWWsv9oP0/s1600-h/bP1060587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425835069813841458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwP6ocXjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/EroWWsv9oP0/s320/bP1060587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwQYN6Y4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/-dLLuJyB1YM/s1600-h/bP1060619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425835077755626370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwQYN6Y4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/-dLLuJyB1YM/s320/bP1060619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who says fly kite can't sit?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwQkvCWOI/AAAAAAAAC_M/iHKtfEaQez8/s1600-h/bP1060646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425835081115785442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwQkvCWOI/AAAAAAAAC_M/iHKtfEaQez8/s320/bP1060646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwRBMNlvI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ugs3UrL7hHY/s1600-h/bP1060665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425835088754349810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwRBMNlvI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ugs3UrL7hHY/s320/bP1060665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised her with the birthday cake at pizza hut. Strawberry cheesecake made by me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwRijWXzI/AAAAAAAAC_c/fpyq7x30DHw/s1600-h/bP1060669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425835097709764402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xwRijWXzI/AAAAAAAAC_c/fpyq7x30DHw/s320/bP1060669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two: Family gathering at Uncle's house and bowling.&lt;/strong&gt; Had totally fun with cousins! Woohoo! Bonding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKH5OJ5I/AAAAAAAAC_s/KiD9lkARIBI/s1600-h/PP1060709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425836069806286738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKH5OJ5I/AAAAAAAAC_s/KiD9lkARIBI/s320/PP1060709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKSPfXiI/AAAAAAAAC_0/h4JSOnTM28M/s1600-h/PP1060733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425836072584044066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKSPfXiI/AAAAAAAAC_0/h4JSOnTM28M/s320/PP1060733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool or what? Bowled with that top. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKn-Tp8I/AAAAAAAAC_8/AE35sZXmDO8/s1600-h/PP1060769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425836078417553346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKn-Tp8I/AAAAAAAAC_8/AE35sZXmDO8/s320/PP1060769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my mummy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxJvqemNI/AAAAAAAAC_k/3gb902K3eVw/s1600-h/PP1060681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425836063301998802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxJvqemNI/AAAAAAAAC_k/3gb902K3eVw/s320/PP1060681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baked orea cheesecake for mummy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two: Out with secondary school mates.&lt;/strong&gt; On 30 Dec, went to Macritchie Reservoir. It has been ages since we went trekking. Tiring yet fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKwVY9mI/AAAAAAAADAE/hVBUPXQ__Hk/s1600-h/PP1060848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425836080661853794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xxKwVY9mI/AAAAAAAADAE/hVBUPXQ__Hk/s320/PP1060848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome trios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyezTJemI/AAAAAAAADAc/owgfFUNVAjE/s1600-h/PP1060916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425837524566768226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyezTJemI/AAAAAAAADAc/owgfFUNVAjE/s320/PP1060916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our main motive was to try out the Treetop Walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyfGQ5rII/AAAAAAAADAk/s6QZ6HDd6HA/s1600-h/PP1060924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425837529657617538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyfGQ5rII/AAAAAAAADAk/s6QZ6HDd6HA/s320/PP1060924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pic. With nani emo-ing behind. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0856hWPNCI/AAAAAAAADB8/xRC06LOsGmg/s1600-h/Pwee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619753551574050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0856hWPNCI/AAAAAAAADB8/xRC06LOsGmg/s320/Pwee.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool peeps! Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyegfh1bI/AAAAAAAADAU/rZV2LEBFuRk/s1600-h/PP1060915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425837519518422450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyegfh1bI/AAAAAAAADAU/rZV2LEBFuRk/s320/PP1060915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was super duper tiring trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyeMD635I/AAAAAAAADAM/w42zU7XKIAE/s1600-h/PP1060888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425837514033913746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyeMD635I/AAAAAAAADAM/w42zU7XKIAE/s320/PP1060888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Successful trekking i would say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three: Out with family On 31 Dec. "Countdown" with family at Changi Airport.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085qLN3h_I/AAAAAAAADA8/C5BQHouLKYE/s1600-h/PP1070047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619472732981234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085qLN3h_I/AAAAAAAADA8/C5BQHouLKYE/s320/PP1070047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Alvin &amp;amp; Chipmunks! Woohoo Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085p2YdmVI/AAAAAAAADA0/XqQqcH1bGV4/s1600-h/PP1070046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619467140274514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085p2YdmVI/AAAAAAAADA0/XqQqcH1bGV4/s320/PP1070046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With lovely family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085qhFAAZI/AAAAAAAADBE/QaA3fEzH9bg/s1600-h/PP1070054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619478601367954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085qhFAAZI/AAAAAAAADBE/QaA3fEzH9bg/s320/PP1070054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy vomitted once we reached Changi. Best! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085p2YdmVI/AAAAAAAADA0/XqQqcH1bGV4/s1600-h/PP1070046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085qhFAAZI/AAAAAAAADBE/QaA3fEzH9bg/s1600-h/PP1070054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085rDCmQ8I/AAAAAAAADBM/tyJJWYSmeyg/s1600-h/PP1070066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619487718097858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085rDCmQ8I/AAAAAAAADBM/tyJJWYSmeyg/s320/PP1070066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had popeye like finally!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085rr52OjI/AAAAAAAADBU/xltAW5jnCkc/s1600-h/PP1070068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619498687248946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S085rr52OjI/AAAAAAAADBU/xltAW5jnCkc/s320/PP1070068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy's birthday cake. 1st January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0854_ERkpI/AAAAAAAADBc/Y9WpPoHfBO4/s1600-h/PP1070086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619727169557138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0854_ERkpI/AAAAAAAADBc/Y9WpPoHfBO4/s320/PP1070086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting...a new friend found. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four: Celebrated Andy's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0855VJqTOI/AAAAAAAADBk/1Yrv8SbS9y8/s1600-h/PP1070097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619733097729250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0855VJqTOI/AAAAAAAADBk/1Yrv8SbS9y8/s320/PP1070097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;010110. Celebrated Andy birthday...again? Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0855vPOcOI/AAAAAAAADBs/NWrVS24WqQI/s1600-h/PP1070102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619740100391138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0855vPOcOI/AAAAAAAADBs/NWrVS24WqQI/s320/PP1070102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 6th Birthday andy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0856LIAVSI/AAAAAAAADB0/-a4DKO6RItA/s1600-h/PP1070114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619747586299170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0856LIAVSI/AAAAAAAADB0/-a4DKO6RItA/s320/PP1070114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabo-ed them with the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DONE! YEAH! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, i signed up for a job interview next week. &lt;strong&gt;Property Officer&lt;/strong&gt;..sounds cool right? hahaha! Work will commence right after exams. So, i need this job badly. It's not a part time job. It's more like joining the permanent staffs already. I need the experience and of course, *ka-ching*. Hehehe. Told mum and dad about this and they really hope i will get this job. So, reader...pray for me aites? Love ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being an "event planner" is never easy. I'm planning for an event this April and one in a year time. My "client" is fickled minded! Haha. She stressed me up okays! Hehs. She wants this. The next moment, she wants that. Aiyoo. I can't really plan out because my client doesn't have any confirmation with the other party yet. I meant whether the other party is going to have the event on the same date as my client or not. I'm lucky to have studied Event Management module. Haha. I believe i can handle the two events well. Insyaallah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyfsW3JgI/AAAAAAAADAs/uLXom2dcOag/s1600-h/PP1060935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425837539883165186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xyfsW3JgI/AAAAAAAADAs/uLXom2dcOag/s320/PP1060935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dayak-&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/1864917784215099881-247063459641497657?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/247063459641497657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/247063459641497657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-update-this-dusty-blog-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/S0xvSaeo9HI/AAAAAAAAC-U/kHN8luYy2Pg/s72-c/bP1060564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8102825959078195058</id><published>2009-12-22T03:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:28:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a major headache now.&lt;br /&gt;Why create panadol when it does not help at all?! Okay maybe it's only me.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!! *knocking my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week more to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009... my last teen.&lt;br /&gt;2009... a year that test my patience. LIKE SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;2009... friendship.&lt;br /&gt;2009... a year that i have headache the most.&lt;br /&gt;2009... finally realize panadol doesn't help. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009... STRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, there isn't much to remember about 2009. What a year. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, 23 Dec and 29 Dec 2009 will be memorable ones. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's gonna work?! TEAMWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xxlWvE2U0nw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xxlWvE2U0nw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you. You don't have to cry now because i cried for you.&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? I love you more than myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8102825959078195058?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8102825959078195058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8102825959078195058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/having-major-headache-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4902626339698585606</id><published>2009-12-17T19:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:59:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooo belloooo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holidays, baybey!! Happy...NOT! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;Still have my 2456789 tutorials and don-noe-wat-next FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE!! YOU ONLY LEFT WITH BLOODY TWO WEEKS TO COMPLETE EVERYTHING!!! HELLO!!! WAKEY WAKEY!!!! DO YOU NEED A WAKE UP &lt;s&gt;CALL&lt;/s&gt; SLAP?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breath in breath out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Monday went Underwater World with sister's family. As usual, my sister was the ATM machine. Hahahah. TanQ for the treat! Let's the pictures do the talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyofeIUsqXI/AAAAAAAAC9U/xJuVxpq8PXY/s1600-h/bP1060271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416176104357276018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyofeIUsqXI/AAAAAAAAC9U/xJuVxpq8PXY/s320/bP1060271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the windy day. Taken outside Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyofekCASFI/AAAAAAAAC9c/DiYz7OA5Bt0/s1600-h/bP1060302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416176111795062866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyofekCASFI/AAAAAAAAC9c/DiYz7OA5Bt0/s320/bP1060302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyoffV9zIXI/AAAAAAAAC9k/QBmveotfo0o/s1600-h/bP1060369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416176125199196530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyoffV9zIXI/AAAAAAAAC9k/QBmveotfo0o/s320/bP1060369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a tour guide. A pretty one that is. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyoffmWIPKI/AAAAAAAAC9s/-XK3ykI9a70/s1600-h/bP1060398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416176129596210338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyoffmWIPKI/AAAAAAAAC9s/-XK3ykI9a70/s320/bP1060398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyogjRXUhCI/AAAAAAAAC98/BXm2RQ7P2NU/s1600-h/bP1060417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416177292195169314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyogjRXUhCI/AAAAAAAAC98/BXm2RQ7P2NU/s320/bP1060417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ehk the stingray "face". haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyoffzXjsQI/AAAAAAAAC90/QhUavtCklYM/s1600-h/bP1060488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416176133091864834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyoffzXjsQI/AAAAAAAAC90/QhUavtCklYM/s320/bP1060488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving siblings! Chilled at Siloso &lt;s&gt;Bitch&lt;/s&gt; Beach. Wah super duper hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Syogj6oLP6I/AAAAAAAAC-M/4ccaH4e_MrA/s1600-h/bP1060518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416177303271718818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Syogj6oLP6I/AAAAAAAAC-M/4ccaH4e_MrA/s320/bP1060518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to vivo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abg din's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/199837263684"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/199837263684" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sister and family fed the stinKSray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/205858928684"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/205858928684" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note;&lt;br /&gt;Activity: Tree top walk&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;s&gt;28 Dec 2009, Monday&lt;/S&gt; 29 Dec 2009, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10 am&lt;br /&gt;Meeting place: Jurong East Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested to come along? Please do not hesitate to email/call/message me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Confirmed people: Me (DUH), Rosie, Ama, Jal, Khai, Nani.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE RE-CONFIRMED! TanQ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyogjpHOdSI/AAAAAAAAC-E/QyB8oJLZ_44/s1600-h/P1060492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416177298570114338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyogjpHOdSI/AAAAAAAAC-E/QyB8oJLZ_44/s320/P1060492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4902626339698585606?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4902626339698585606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4902626339698585606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellooo-belloooo-its-holidays-baybey.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SyofeIUsqXI/AAAAAAAAC9U/xJuVxpq8PXY/s72-c/bP1060271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-69815992771582912</id><published>2009-12-12T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:39:13.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No wonder my paper today is the last paper!!! It's easy yet difficult. Hahax. Go figure. Seriously, it was easy...easy to fail that is! Funny to see everyone in the class sighing and complaining. Hahax. Damn it lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great date with angels. Meeting them soon for a simple LUNCH and NOT celebration. Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a news.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Hopes are broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me deeply when she said that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i'm nineteen, i can still think like i'm in thirties.&lt;br /&gt;In MY opinion, it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Why making it so complex when it is actually simple?&lt;br /&gt;That's when we use... LIFE IS COMPLICATED.&lt;br /&gt;For your happiness, we will sacrifice everything...including our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, life is so unfair. &lt;strong&gt;URGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Tears are rolling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-69815992771582912?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/69815992771582912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/69815992771582912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-wonder-my-paper-today-is-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2638495394993104456</id><published>2009-12-06T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:29:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling better. TanQ Rosie Phua for the advice &amp;amp; encouragement. I need it!! Still, the headache won't run away. Everything is over. Shall forget about it. Tomorrow will be a brand new day! Of course lah, MST week mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister is planning to go some places after my MST week. I shall join her. She is more than glad to pay everything for me. Lol. I need a break remember? I think, i need breakS. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2638495394993104456?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2638495394993104456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2638495394993104456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4306767358795615346</id><published>2009-12-06T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:22:59.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aku rasa kan, kalau aku ada lemah semangat atau hati aku dah bleh k.o tau. Aku ingat kemarahan ibu aku akan reda semalam. Tapi aku salah, pagi2 jek aku dah kena marah lagi. Bagi aku, takdelah besar sgt kesalahan aku tu. Setakat sluar panjang aku basah... kena air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tadi pagi, aku ada bad mood sikit. Tapi ibu ingat aku stress psl mst semua sampai aku tak mampu nk tlg ibu. Tapi tu bukanlah sebab aku bad mood. Ibu tak pernah nk tanya kenapa aku bad mood ke apa ke. All she does is to assume. Padahal padahal. Then, came the best part. Kena marah lagi... for the mistake NOT done by me. Takkan semua kesalahan, semua punca aku? Bebal sgt ke aku? It's not fair. Dah kena tengking, adui. Brain can't take it anymore tau. Yg best nye lagi, yang bersalah berada di tempat yang sama tidak mahu mengaku salah. So, biar aku kena marah sorg2 ah kirakan? Best. Aku majok aku kena pujuk. Winning her heart back it's never easy ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aku rasa korg tau yang aku nak ke tree top walk. Ibu tak kasi. "Buat ape kau nak keluar2 ni sume? Kalau setakat nk tgk pokok, sini pun ada." Seriously, i need a break. Takkan selepas stress ni sume aku tak bleh release my tension. Kalau kat umah, lagi makan hati dgn karenah anak2 saudara aku tu. One day pls. I really need a day to get rid this bloody headache. I need to laugh. Laughter is the best medicine...so i really2 need one. Or more. I will persuade her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-dayak-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Akungahgilertautak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4306767358795615346?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4306767358795615346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4306767358795615346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/aku-rasa-kan-kalau-aku-ada-lemah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-9048100350173827046</id><published>2009-12-04T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:46:49.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to let go of these thoughts. I don't know who to share with. Here will do i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a bad day and ending with a bad night. Seriously, mum was too furious and stressed up today. I know she needs to vent her anger but she did not have to reprimand me for the things that i have NOT done and for my siblings' mistakes. I mean... why am i to be blamed for everything. Wait, blame is not a right word. Shall i say, i'm indirectly involve in their mistakes. I don't like to be scolded for nothing. I know how to differentiate between "vent her anger" and "scolding" and oh, "advising". Note: I 101% don't mind mum venting her anger because she should anyways. She has to think more than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought later at night, mum would cool down. But, no. Something cropped up again and she didn't bother to listen to my explaination and she decided to raise her voice aka scolding me and it was NOT my fault. Cool? I cried badly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really painful to be reprimanded by her especially when it's not my fault, AT ALL. I am stressed up enough with my MST coming and can't bloody understand the modules. And now, stressed up with all the scoldings. Don't you think my siblings should get the "shares" too? At least they will know how mum is feeling. It's like, now, i'm the only one who knows and it's my responsibility to solve all the "problems" out there. But, it's not me who is responsible of the problems so how am i suppose to solve it unless the &lt;em&gt;tuan/puan punya&lt;/em&gt; body clears them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my brain can't take it anymore. The headache won't go away at all. It has been weeks. I need a clear mind or brain to study for MST. It seems that my brain isn't working at all now. I can feel that i'm floating when i walk, sit and even now. Panadol is useless. At least i feel better now after i rant here. Still, i can feel that my brain is bursting. Hurts big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, if you're reading this. Understand understood aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And as for me, i've cleared my mistake. Focusing 100% on studies and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shouldn't repeat that bloody mistake again. Mum still thinks i'm &lt;em&gt;angau&lt;/em&gt;-ing but i'm not and it has never started. Oh wells. Sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back to notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-9048100350173827046?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/9048100350173827046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/9048100350173827046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-to-let-go-of-these-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-6901778086206319589</id><published>2009-11-29T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:46:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just ignore the previous post&lt;/strong&gt;. If you get what it means, just keep it to yourself. A lot of commotions occuring. Haish. I hate that, totally. I thought poly life would be much more easier. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Enduring is the best damn thing! Lol. Of course, learnt on endurance for four years in secondary school. How on earth can i forget it?!? Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's flash back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2012 with my angel on...don't-noe-when-last-tuesday. Hahax. I cried at certain scenes. I don't know. I felt so emotional. Deaths. That freaks me out. In my opinion, the film shouldn't call 2012/Doomsday... maybe natural disaster? Because at the end, there are people that still survive. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, andy's graduation night. He was selected to do a performance. I'm glad he did well with confidence!! Video is uploaded below. As for pictures, you may view it at facebook IF only you have added me as your friend of course. Oh wait, did i change the album to public view? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfDWfN3bI/AAAAAAAAC8M/WAWlVwL_ljY/s1600/bP1050721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409560982350323122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfDWfN3bI/AAAAAAAAC8M/WAWlVwL_ljY/s320/bP1050721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked blueberry cheesecake. Yes, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfDn0yliI/AAAAAAAAC8U/wn6m8YSMIoM/s1600/bP1050731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409560987004212770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfDn0yliI/AAAAAAAAC8U/wn6m8YSMIoM/s320/bP1050731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfEN7pDlI/AAAAAAAAC8c/yCVkVYiHwso/s1600/bP1050742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409560997233495634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfEN7pDlI/AAAAAAAAC8c/yCVkVYiHwso/s320/bP1050742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Andy's art piece. It was sold at 10 bucks. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfEZ6W-oI/AAAAAAAAC8k/3aqDSS_p434/s1600/bP1050746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409561000449342082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfEZ6W-oI/AAAAAAAAC8k/3aqDSS_p434/s320/bP1050746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andy's golden monkey hair!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE VIDEO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/183401318684"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/183401318684" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, bowled with siblings on last last Saturday. It has been ages since i bowled! Lol. I got to play arcade!!! HAHA! Ok, what's the big deal right. Shuddup you! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfExc183I/AAAAAAAAC8s/OpJkpoM1K6Y/s1600/bP1050855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409561006767993714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfExc183I/AAAAAAAAC8s/OpJkpoM1K6Y/s320/bP1050855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, hari raya aidiladha. There are many complications during the pilgrimage this year. I thank god for blessing my parents to perform their haj last year. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah, syukur sangat sangat.&lt;/em&gt; I'm not able to forget the month that i had to survive without my parents last year. House chores...cooked for brother. Hahahaha. Funny. Really. I wondered how bro was able to finish my tasteless dish. I know he appreciated for what i've done. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, raya-ed with granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfdrYZBII/AAAAAAAAC80/g6Uim4nsbC4/s1600/bP1050882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409561434635437186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfdrYZBII/AAAAAAAAC80/g6Uim4nsbC4/s320/bP1050882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sedap nak mampos makanan!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfeBa1baI/AAAAAAAAC88/mmIRT6fQ1tU/s1600/bP1050954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409561440551267746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfeBa1baI/AAAAAAAAC88/mmIRT6fQ1tU/s320/bP1050954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to chill at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfelLCuXI/AAAAAAAAC9M/bggIo8YpkN4/s1600/bP1050998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409561450148706674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfelLCuXI/AAAAAAAAC9M/bggIo8YpkN4/s320/bP1050998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love mummy okays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joke for that day was... (translated it to english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: She (me) likes a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Granny: Who? Handsome? Working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: She said that if she can't get that boy, she will snatch his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Granny: *angry at me* YOU CRAZY OR WHAT! &lt;em&gt;Kan bapak org, suami org!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Ok what... his father is more handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Granny: *continues to nag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny actually believed mum. Tsk. I'm still sane, granny oh granny. Hahahah! But the idea is, no bad ah! Hahahahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Mampos&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be away for two weeks... not from S'pore, from here. Focusing on MST. Hahaha. Damn it lah. I want to change my habit on studying, can? It doesn't work AT ALL. I'm still lazy as ever. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih yang dulu hilang,&lt;br /&gt;Kini dia telah kembali pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Akan ku suruh dia terbang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tinggalkan ku seorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to know you... back again and the past. Haha. Guys are so good in using honeyed words. So, i don't know whether i should believe you. We shall see. Hahahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bro, no worries coz i heard you. &lt;em&gt;Tapi, tak salah kn kalau sekali2 nak feeling2 jekk.&lt;/em&gt; Nyehehe~ ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfeTJKpyI/AAAAAAAAC9E/zkgfQ5MN0ok/s1600/P1050958-crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409561445308999458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfeTJKpyI/AAAAAAAAC9E/zkgfQ5MN0ok/s320/P1050958-crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Luck to those are sitting for their tests!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-6901778086206319589?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6901778086206319589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6901778086206319589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-ignore-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SxKfDWfN3bI/AAAAAAAAC8M/WAWlVwL_ljY/s72-c/bP1050721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8702157910199070385</id><published>2009-11-26T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:03:00.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fu-Ku-Ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later earthlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8702157910199070385?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8702157910199070385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8702157910199070385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-now-fu-ku-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1592423968903822317</id><published>2009-11-16T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:51:50.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quick update =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I'm still breathing with sufficent oxygen. Hahax. Seriously, final year is hectic man!!! Assignments are like projects, projects are like final year project(fyp) and fyp is like Forever Years Project. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't the lecturers give us a break? So much of asking us to study or revise our notes when you give us 1234567890 assignments to complete! Grr. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MST in two weeks time.&lt;/span&gt; Gosh, 90% of the modules that i'm taking, i couldn't understand them AT ALL. How great is that?! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERB. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took a break and watched Paranormal Activity with angels w/o yh. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That movie....... no comment ah. It's more to shock you than to scare you. Starting was boring while the ending was cool. Hahahahah! Nothing better to watch? Then by all means watch it! Lolx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch 2012 &amp;amp; My gf is an agent. Heard 2012 is.... not really that good. How? Shall i watch? Hahax. *shrugged*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout out:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Do you believe that when a guy dumped the past girl for the present girl, the present girl may   be dumped by the guy for the future girl? And the cycle continues..... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make a wise decision, don't hurt others or give them hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes, people like to play on others' feeling...what they do not know is that it may just turn out to be an advantage for others. Next time, think twice before you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't judge a book by its cover, judge it by its contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- What's up with the cold behaviour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- You, don't give me the wrong ideas and hopes. I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1592423968903822317?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1592423968903822317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1592423968903822317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-update-yes-im-still-breathing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2894311640321274357</id><published>2009-10-31T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:58:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohohohoho! Like finally, i managed to find a little time to update my dusty blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started last week. Assignments and projects are really piling up. I feel that I do not have enough time to complete my works. Sleeps have been reduced. This add on to my headache. Argh. Plus the stress that i have. Wahhhh. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyp...hmm. Lecturer found new informations to be added in report. There goes our chance to complete it earlier. I just have to go with the flow... as in EVERYTHING. I know, you may not know. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you. Why am I always remembering you? Another argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, remember the account I created for me to "have fun" during holidays? Haha. I've deleted it. School starts, fun ended. Lol. Talking about having fun.... you just have to be careful not to give the other party the idea that you "like" or there is a crush on him. Don't give the other party hopes. You may end up hurting the other party. Ouch. I was the other party long long time ago so i do understand how it feels. Lastly, do not play with the other party's feeling. You won't like it either if you are the one being played. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, did you hear the first song in this blog? That's my crusty voice. I wrote malay poem &lt;em&gt;(sajak)&lt;/em&gt; and expressed it into a song with my own tune. Well, comment or codemn me all you want okays? I'm not a singer. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the song's video with my favourite pictures and the lyrics. Sing along! -_-&lt;br /&gt;If you see your face in the video, it means i appreciate our frendship VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;For those are not inside the video, it means.... WHY YOU NEVER TAKE PHOTO WITH ME?! hahahax. I love you all. Once you're my friend, you will forever be my friend...kept inside my mind and heart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teman by Dayana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aljwA5Yeu6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aljwA5Yeu6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2894311640321274357?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2894311640321274357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2894311640321274357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/hohohohoho-like-finally-i-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1467177285892020907</id><published>2009-10-25T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:50:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malaysian baby born on plane to have lifetime free flights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Check this news people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.sg.msn.com/regional/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3661552"&gt;http://news.sg.msn.com/regional/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3661552&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I WISH I WAS BORN ON PLANE TOOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update tomorrow. Chiow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1467177285892020907?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1467177285892020907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1467177285892020907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/malaysian-baby-born-on-plane-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4509429530508366129</id><published>2009-10-10T23:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:26:01.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"When I say jump, you say how high. I aint never seen nobody, how they get so high. Like a bird, like a plane, this party got me insane. This party got me insane, so jump jump jump jump!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCzUMqs9ZI/AAAAAAAAC8E/oNgSMjM51W0/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391005913541571986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCzUMqs9ZI/AAAAAAAAC8E/oNgSMjM51W0/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we're jumping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeahhh. I'm still alive. =) A short update before i proceed to lala-land. Finally, went to Marina Barrage &amp;amp; Singapore Flyer for the 1st time. Angels were there to add on my happiness level. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmRhKclAI/AAAAAAAAC58/YoVB4ulKu80/s1600-h/P1050147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991573852656642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmRhKclAI/AAAAAAAAC58/YoVB4ulKu80/s320/P1050147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels came for raya on that day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmTFMCakI/AAAAAAAAC6U/Ft3DWN2UpSw/s1600-h/P1050285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991600702876226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmTFMCakI/AAAAAAAAC6U/Ft3DWN2UpSw/s320/P1050285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.B : Very relaxing place. Nice place to fly kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmSCSTHOI/AAAAAAAAC6E/JalmjW1I07A/s1600-h/P1050156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991582743960802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmSCSTHOI/AAAAAAAAC6E/JalmjW1I07A/s320/P1050156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain girls in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmSk3I4KI/AAAAAAAAC6M/-v3j1Moz8sU/s1600-h/P1050165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991592025284770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmSk3I4KI/AAAAAAAAC6M/-v3j1Moz8sU/s320/P1050165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cutie Droplet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnDEKTsEI/AAAAAAAAC60/6DM_OC03LeE/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390992425060905026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnDEKTsEI/AAAAAAAAC60/6DM_OC03LeE/s320/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnwFXQb0I/AAAAAAAAC7E/r7t4PrRq6ag/s1600-h/P1050279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390993198477766466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnwFXQb0I/AAAAAAAAC7E/r7t4PrRq6ag/s320/P1050279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's water playground. Hehs. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had fun at M.B, we decided to have our dinner at pizza hut while waiting for "charlie". Blablablabla, headed to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmTsos2wI/AAAAAAAAC6c/bkdLFqwiUDE/s1600-h/P1050338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991611292080898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCmTsos2wI/AAAAAAAAC6c/bkdLFqwiUDE/s320/P1050338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE FLYER!! All i can say that, 10bucks was worth it. But not sure on 30bucks. Hehs. Well, once in a while right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnwzeOOfI/AAAAAAAAC7M/BVZywP4W9Mk/s1600-h/P1050376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390993210855012850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnwzeOOfI/AAAAAAAAC7M/BVZywP4W9Mk/s320/P1050376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice view. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnCr-zNJI/AAAAAAAAC6s/xAYAGK0mbpo/s1600-h/8920_152933540377_707390377_3187951_2504278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390992418570187922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnCr-zNJI/AAAAAAAAC6s/xAYAGK0mbpo/s320/8920_152933540377_707390377_3187951_2504278_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnCFxJhqI/AAAAAAAAC6k/XtcWrDss5oQ/s1600-h/P1050398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390992408312383138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnCFxJhqI/AAAAAAAAC6k/XtcWrDss5oQ/s320/P1050398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the sexybackkkk.. heya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can find more exciting pictures on this outing at f/b. 200++ pictures you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thurs, sister was on leave and decided to ask me along to Orchard Rd. She bought &lt;strong&gt;burberry's perfume for $***&lt;/strong&gt;. Omgosh. Rich. hahax. And the smell is super pleasant!!! =) Sister was in good mood and treat me to lunch at Breeks Cafe. *slurp* I chose the right food but not drink. hahaha. Meanwhile, sister chose the right drink but not food. We end our lunch with brownies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnDixZMMI/AAAAAAAAC68/US5S5gUL93Y/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390992433277907138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCnDixZMMI/AAAAAAAAC68/US5S5gUL93Y/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anways, see my picture above? My sister's friend told her that i look older than my big sister? My sister is like 30plus can?!?! I look so old meh? Walao. No wonder elderly nowadays call me auntie. -____- Told my sister that i'm so stressed up at this age hence, i look old. Because of...you know i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by at Ion Orchard. Headache ah! hahahaha. Sister decided to pay a pair of shoes for me. Yeahness. Therefore. i used my money to buy a long sleeve shirt at UniQlo. The cloth material isn't bad at all and very comfortable to wear. Woohoo. Intend to buy another one. Lol. Anyone pay for me? Hahaha. TanQ sis! Bro, when is your turn? I'm gonna burn my siblings' pocket within this six months! nyehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, i've realized that guys are so..... funny? Hahax. I am back to my bad habit, if u know what it is lah. Just view the pictures below. Strangers trying to be "friend" with you. Haha. Check them out, aites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwaGXH0AI/AAAAAAAAC78/25DE5EzRUDA/s1600-h/F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391002716393164802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwaGXH0AI/AAAAAAAAC78/25DE5EzRUDA/s320/F.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwZt7dq3I/AAAAAAAAC70/7QYB3Jnmve4/s1600-h/E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391002709834705778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwZt7dq3I/AAAAAAAAC70/7QYB3Jnmve4/s320/E.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwTE_WzsI/AAAAAAAAC7s/rZx65wJlWXQ/s1600-h/D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391002595765964482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwTE_WzsI/AAAAAAAAC7s/rZx65wJlWXQ/s320/D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwSXdZCtI/AAAAAAAAC7k/rVsIarydVoI/s1600-h/C.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391002583543909074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwSXdZCtI/AAAAAAAAC7k/rVsIarydVoI/s320/C.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwSAqFWNI/AAAAAAAAC7c/5t7ErIDGuEk/s1600-h/B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391002577423128786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwSAqFWNI/AAAAAAAAC7c/5t7ErIDGuEk/s320/B.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwRnY_FbI/AAAAAAAAC7U/CnemfIzvOOw/s1600-h/A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391002570640528818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCwRnY_FbI/AAAAAAAAC7U/CnemfIzvOOw/s320/A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing better to do and i'm bored. This is purely entertainment. Hahax. Bro, no worries. Will delete that account when school re-opens. Studies....important okays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4509429530508366129?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4509429530508366129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4509429530508366129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-say-jump-you-say-how-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/StCzUMqs9ZI/AAAAAAAAC8E/oNgSMjM51W0/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5140638450474889131</id><published>2009-09-29T13:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:45:14.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm still alive and kicking.&lt;/span&gt; *yak-dush!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy since day one of raya. Oh gosh, so exhausted. Finally, i can rest now. Second day of raya was HECTIC. One family went off, one family came in. One...by...one... Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday and Sunday, it was our turn to visit all relatives. I think, we are done. Lol. Oh well, let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Saturday, family (w/o dad) decided on Black+White=Grey concept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXM7gNGEI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/S-IbgwpBD7g/s1600-h/bP1040912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386752877698816066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXM7gNGEI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/S-IbgwpBD7g/s320/bP1040912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXN-_O-TI/AAAAAAAAC4o/B324SEI5pZg/s1600-h/bP1040919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386752895814138162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXN-_O-TI/AAAAAAAAC4o/B324SEI5pZg/s320/bP1040919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXNRkHQTI/AAAAAAAAC4g/oekPu9C_H8U/s1600-h/bP1040921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386752883620790578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXNRkHQTI/AAAAAAAAC4g/oekPu9C_H8U/s320/bP1040921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Sunday, it was OTOT (own time own target) concept. Closest Aunt and Uncle followed us too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXOWF9qvI/AAAAAAAAC4w/ewbFg1fd848/s1600-h/bP1040985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386752902016379634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXOWF9qvI/AAAAAAAAC4w/ewbFg1fd848/s320/bP1040985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXOxexCkI/AAAAAAAAC44/B6VyTZpnuzs/s1600-h/bP1040996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386752909368166978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXOxexCkI/AAAAAAAAC44/B6VyTZpnuzs/s320/bP1040996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYSRD5odI/AAAAAAAAC5A/JOF0iQP6Sag/s1600-h/bP1040997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754068896653778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYSRD5odI/AAAAAAAAC5A/JOF0iQP6Sag/s320/bP1040997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;+PURPLE=&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PINPLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(adek bradek kpd pimple)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYTbKcuBI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/GS8zzQzUqrY/s1600-h/bP1050075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754088788342802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYTbKcuBI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/GS8zzQzUqrY/s320/bP1050075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is cool. Got to carry this oh-my-gosh-so-heavy cat owns by my cousin. I heard, this cat named ROLEX won a cat competition or something. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYTj6fO1I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/xZkmxuwkgFI/s1600-h/bP1050076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754091137317714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYTj6fO1I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/xZkmxuwkgFI/s320/bP1050076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;See?! How CUTE MUTE that cat is? MUMMY I WANT ONE!! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYS04O7eI/AAAAAAAAC5I/A7PAH_HHRW4/s1600-h/bP1050050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754078511394274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYS04O7eI/AAAAAAAAC5I/A7PAH_HHRW4/s320/bP1050050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;See that loner in a corner? Lol. He was having a mood swing. Haha. Everyone scolded him for his behaviour. Nobody wanted to sayang him. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYUJRLwEI/AAAAAAAAC5g/StkeXmpa4Cc/s1600-h/P1040999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754101164621890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGYUJRLwEI/AAAAAAAAC5g/StkeXmpa4Cc/s320/P1040999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And see that lady above? She is pretty, right? Nyehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On other note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I may sound very demanding. But that is how i do work. Time is running out. I don't want any of us to regret later and blame on each other. Lastly, thank you for your co-operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends (the closest ones). You SHOULD know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;All this while, i'm the one who plan the raya meetings. However, this year. I'm not planning. How about YOU plan? Aku taknak menaruh harapan sangat. Nanti, aku jugak yang sedih kalau korg tak dapat ikut jalan raya. I know, you peeps are busy with work/attachments/friends/etc etc. Ataupun ada yang dah tak minat aku ker... Jadi aku dah "malas" nk plan apa2 meeting UNLESS korg betul2 nk jumpa sgt then i shall plan the venue and stuff. Aku bukan aper.. aku mmg rindu sgt2 kt korg. Korg pun tau kan. Aku takda lagi kwn melayu rapat selain korg2 ni. Aku kan takda aper2 club to be involved. Itu jek luahan perasaan aku ni. Hehe. Paham paham kan yer...&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun. Aku tetap sayang korg! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5140638450474889131?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5140638450474889131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5140638450474889131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SsGXM7gNGEI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/S-IbgwpBD7g/s72-c/bP1040912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5439639306506220937</id><published>2009-09-23T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:27:59.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah&lt;/em&gt; (thank god), i &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah. Remember the paper that i flunk? I get a D+ (for the 1st time) for it. *phew*. If only i get B for that module... wahhhhh. Hahahah! And for the 1st time also, i get a Dist for a module. Woohoo. Goal achieved! Hahahahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mummy for the encouragement to me not to do housework during exams period. LOL! Okay. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;How i wish there is "GOOD PROGRESS AWARD" in poly. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5439639306506220937?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5439639306506220937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5439639306506220937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-believe-there-is-error-in-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5730397647873541533</id><published>2009-09-21T03:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:38:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Saya ingin menyusun sepuluh jari (dan kaki?) jika saya tersalah bahasa terhadap kamu semua. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sneak preview' on my 1st day of hari raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBGme2nII/AAAAAAAAC4A/tNrwUlkWo0w/s1600-h/AP1040777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632354977160322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBGme2nII/AAAAAAAAC4A/tNrwUlkWo0w/s320/AP1040777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAHO2ZYDI/AAAAAAAAC3g/kzMHxhVqvK0/s1600-h/AP1040740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631266301698098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAHO2ZYDI/AAAAAAAAC3g/kzMHxhVqvK0/s320/AP1040740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAH1YlAqI/AAAAAAAAC3w/O8LkLj7r0wg/s1600-h/AP1040750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631276645614242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAH1YlAqI/AAAAAAAAC3w/O8LkLj7r0wg/s320/AP1040750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAHjOAXTI/AAAAAAAAC3o/yxgwIkd7S4k/s1600-h/AP1040745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631271769431346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAHjOAXTI/AAAAAAAAC3o/yxgwIkd7S4k/s320/AP1040745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBGDka58I/AAAAAAAAC34/WAqJIyUNhVY/s1600-h/AP1040758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632345605269442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBGDka58I/AAAAAAAAC34/WAqJIyUNhVY/s320/AP1040758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBHcgZXYI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/0E1LXIx-XX8/s1600-h/AP1040824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632369479146882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBHcgZXYI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/0E1LXIx-XX8/s320/AP1040824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBG2nmdsI/AAAAAAAAC4I/pCWE4rMDIRc/s1600-h/AP1040811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632359308818114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBG2nmdsI/AAAAAAAAC4I/pCWE4rMDIRc/s320/AP1040811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAGZ2QSNI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KawOs7xkBb0/s1600-h/P1040786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631252074023122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAGZ2QSNI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KawOs7xkBb0/s320/P1040786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Well, the difference between Raya 09 and years ago is dad could not joined us for raya-ing. He has difficulties walking, so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that i still received green packets!! :)&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, perhaps? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm very tired. No, not tired because of raya-ing. It's because of relatives visiting my house. Did here. Did there. I even hoped for sister to be here with me to do the chores etc. Lol. Tiring okays. Also, tomorrow. "Open house". Many relatives booked us tomorrow. Cook here. Wash there. Wahhhhh....... Tired....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i want to sleep!!!! Tomorrow. HARD WORK!!!! I mean...LATER!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAGzIlZpI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/bvNhoVjoV5M/s1600-h/P1040831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631258861790866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraAGzIlZpI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/bvNhoVjoV5M/s320/P1040831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5730397647873541533?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5730397647873541533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5730397647873541533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-saya-ingin-menyusun.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SraBGme2nII/AAAAAAAAC4A/tNrwUlkWo0w/s72-c/AP1040777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8854066950903788431</id><published>2009-09-15T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:27:45.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st of all... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY *0th BIRTHDAY, BRO! &lt;/span&gt;Hehs. Well, you know our wishes..so ya. Had celebration on last Sunday. Damn. We forgot to take a family photo. Grr. Maybe, we were busy focusing on the... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uKCtqGKI/AAAAAAAAC3I/1-paIQFifbI/s1600-h/P1040596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381711567281330338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uKCtqGKI/AAAAAAAAC3I/1-paIQFifbI/s320/P1040596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blueberry&amp;amp;Raspberry Ice Cream Cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uI9A1YMI/AAAAAAAAC24/NrnPzPtpFrg/s1600-h/P1040585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381711548571279554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uI9A1YMI/AAAAAAAAC24/NrnPzPtpFrg/s320/P1040585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slurrppp! Once in a while, no harm. Lol. TanQ sis! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since friday, had been busy baking raya cookies. My family is not interested in &lt;em&gt;kuih tunjuk&lt;/em&gt;. If every house has the same kuih tunjuk, don't you think you will be tired of eating the same kuih? So far, baked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tFMI3yRI/AAAAAAAAC2I/JUF7frQ9Mis/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710384400419090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tFMI3yRI/AAAAAAAAC2I/JUF7frQ9Mis/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tFahSJbI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Fm_cjic1cW0/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710388260906418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tFahSJbI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Fm_cjic1cW0/s320/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dam (checker).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tF1lY4SI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/eStf8cA7xo4/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710395525882146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tF1lY4SI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/eStf8cA7xo4/s320/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey cornflakes!!! (One bottle finished! Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tGCAAdTI/AAAAAAAAC2g/GDUtR-2-chY/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710398858753330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tGCAAdTI/AAAAAAAAC2g/GDUtR-2-chY/s320/d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makmur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tGxOoMBI/AAAAAAAAC2o/LaLmsBbUD34/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710411536543762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-tGxOoMBI/AAAAAAAAC2o/LaLmsBbUD34/s320/e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate chip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, that's all. Tomorrow will be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, cooked for family for break fast.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uIR20joI/AAAAAAAAC2w/d-TPvmDoGaQ/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381711536986558082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uIR20joI/AAAAAAAAC2w/d-TPvmDoGaQ/s320/f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did not taste that nice as it looks. Lol. But it was edible okays! LUCKILY lah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try it again since i know what ingredients were insufficient in the gravy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah! If you visit my house for raya, maybe i will cook that instead of spaghetti. Hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days left... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not looking forward for raya. It won't be the same. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, i AM SO LOOKING FORWARD for my result...ARGGHHHHH!!!!! *scared*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last and not least, (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uJtHJNnI/AAAAAAAAC3A/CboXF5SgZeE/s1600-h/P1040605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381711561482647154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uJtHJNnI/AAAAAAAAC3A/CboXF5SgZeE/s320/P1040605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dayak-&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/1864917784215099881-8854066950903788431?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8854066950903788431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8854066950903788431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sq-uKCtqGKI/AAAAAAAAC3I/1-paIQFifbI/s72-c/P1040596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8225838850356013823</id><published>2009-09-09T21:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:20:15.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>090909, 0909pm. Purposely changed the timing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an issue to be discussed here. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why mummies' expectations on daughters are very high? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If daughter do not help, mum will nag at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If son do not help, mum will support you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When nobody helps mum, mum will go mad. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about my family. Brok and i are trying our best to help mum. :)&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a lot of stories relating to this. I mean like, why does son always get away from housework? Including washing your own plates. -___-&lt;br /&gt;Come on lah, can you like help yourself by taking your own food instead of asking your mum to serve you? Can't you see that you mum is tired? Can't you accompany your mum to market, help to carry the groceries? Oh this part, my brother is expert. Ehk, Rina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makchicks complaining that sons do not help her. Then... force him to do! Why can't he do it? Because it's GIRLS' work? *roll eyes* Hate this kind of thought. Like whatever. If girl can do guy's job, why don't guy do girl's work? I, a GIRL do climb up the ladder and change the bulb (in toilet somemore), wash the fan, paint the house (toilet somemore) etc etc. SO why can't guy do simple house chores? WASH PLATE LEI. WHAT IS SO DIFFICULT ABOUT IT?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not all guys do not carry out house work. Some do. And better still, some girls do not or CAN'T do house chores. Hence, i keep telling mum that she's lucky to have me (and brok, of coz) that i do help her out even though sometimes, reluctanly. Lol!! There is always a spoonful of laziness in me. Oopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...stories for the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ian (niece,7yrs old) was telling me a riddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ian: What is skeleton afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ian: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Ghost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ian: No lah. Give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Ok. What...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ian: DOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: (very blur) Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ian: Because dog eats bone! Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: (feel so dumb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andy (nephew,5yrs old) ngah pakai kain sarong atoknye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andy: (pretending) Acu! Tengok, adik dah potong bird. (aka berkhatan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: A'ah yelah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andy: Acu! Agak-agak, bird adik nanti boleh tumbuh tak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Budak lima tahun pandai berbual tumbuh seyyy... hahax!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro decided to weigh himself. His weight and mine increased the same kgs.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think ah, the machine spoilt ah.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Ya, i think so. Since we increased the same kgs.&lt;br /&gt;Me: We shall go test it. Mother!! Come check your weight!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Hmm, same like last time.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok jia lat.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Nvm, next month shall lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I baked a cake...wait. Is it biscuit? Argh idk ah. Let's call it, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;biscake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYw2DO_PI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ON6Di4Z1ti0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379506613571747058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYw2DO_PI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ON6Di4Z1ti0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYxQ2nsJI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/oW_79xrLvOs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379506620766597266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYxQ2nsJI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/oW_79xrLvOs/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 layers in total. Thought it would turn out nice but the taste was totally opposite. Not my fault okays. I followed the recipe carefully. The original baker's fault. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, dad was craving for marble cake. Being a very obedient daughter, i baked for him. For the first time! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYx2zprpI/AAAAAAAAC1g/60tYNtWgxBk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379506630954692242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYx2zprpI/AAAAAAAAC1g/60tYNtWgxBk/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before and after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYynDfpJI/AAAAAAAAC1w/bcKBmrI7E_0/s1600-h/P1040561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379506643906045074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYynDfpJI/AAAAAAAAC1w/bcKBmrI7E_0/s320/P1040561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfY8NlY7ZI/AAAAAAAAC2A/HejbxtV75Ts/s1600-h/P1040563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379506808867581330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfY8NlY7ZI/AAAAAAAAC2A/HejbxtV75Ts/s320/P1040563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfY7wv7xeI/AAAAAAAAC14/2B7wEiXBQbY/s1600-h/P1040562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379506801127179746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfY7wv7xeI/AAAAAAAAC14/2B7wEiXBQbY/s320/P1040562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents said it tastes gooooooddddddddddddddddddddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;Order, anyone? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah. Chiow chin chows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYyFZIuFI/AAAAAAAAC1o/BQ0FpV1fas0/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379506634870011986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYyFZIuFI/AAAAAAAAC1o/BQ0FpV1fas0/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY I CAN'T VIEW VIDEOS ON BLOGS?! HELPPPP!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8225838850356013823?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8225838850356013823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8225838850356013823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909-0909pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SqfYw2DO_PI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ON6Di4Z1ti0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-6750599750384014693</id><published>2009-09-07T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:37:43.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking and keep thinking...&lt;br /&gt;What i've done is never enough.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and keep waiting...&lt;br /&gt;We have to corporate foe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a foe, it's just that we don't really click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sum up and the result is headache. If a  panadol does not help, maybe i shall shop for a pair of shoes tomorrow. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I've no one to listen to my rant. Whatever. Independent........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the video below... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/129894718684" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/129894718684" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-6750599750384014693?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6750599750384014693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6750599750384014693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-and-keep-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7603379228586275191</id><published>2009-09-01T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:05:46.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shout out: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!! YAPHOOOO~~ TIME TO PARTY BAYBEH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yelah, banyak kau nyer party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say, i'm confident that i will fail badly on one paper. You won't able to guess how many marks i managed to answer. I feel so dumb. I need a miracle to pass this overall module. O Allah, give me strength to face the results in weeks time. I studied for the paper, really. It was just that i memorised and focused on the "wrong" topics. I shouldn't blame the paper, i should blame myself for not memorising EVERY topics. Oh well, it's over. Lesson learnt! I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Saturday celebrated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0Px-osTuI/AAAAAAAAC04/-Y7EbtBdTio/s1600-h/P1040511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470881451921122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0Px-osTuI/AAAAAAAAC04/-Y7EbtBdTio/s320/P1040511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, dad's birthday. He was sick at that moment and is still sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before celebrating his birthday, it was break fast with all family members. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0PlSy-saI/AAAAAAAAC0o/RUnH5TavnXY/s1600-h/P1040495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470663525478818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0PlSy-saI/AAAAAAAAC0o/RUnH5TavnXY/s320/P1040495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum prepared....err.. NASI MINYAK ke NASI BRIYANI ehk bro? Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was nasi minyak (direct translation: OILY RICE) with all special dishes. Slurpp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makin gemok lah aku. Haha. Pakai suratkhabar, senang buang! Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0Pk7Y1zaI/AAAAAAAAC0g/UCJ6CjyPCFQ/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470657241828770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0Pk7Y1zaI/AAAAAAAAC0g/UCJ6CjyPCFQ/s320/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture on the left is the advance birthday cake and the cake on the right was the cake mum bought for us on last Saturday. Coco Exotic.... Wooooooo. Favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0Pl0joaxI/AAAAAAAAC0w/NdUW7Yogruk/s1600-h/P1040506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470672587909906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0Pl0joaxI/AAAAAAAAC0w/NdUW7Yogruk/s320/P1040506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candid picture of the day that make us laugh like mad. Check the circled area. Interesting you know! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, raya songs are on air. I don't have the feeling to raya. Unlike SOMEONE who is looking forward for it. Lol. 11 days were gone with the wind. Time flies, really. About 18 more days for me to appreciate this holy month. Then, have to wait for another year for this holy month to return. &lt;em&gt;Entah sampai ke tidak. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... few weeks more to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0PkBom1pI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/MvSDX1H264Q/s1600-h/scan0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470641738700434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0PkBom1pI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/MvSDX1H264Q/s320/scan0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us turning a year older. The picture above was taken NINE YEARS AGO during raya. I was TEN?! Oh, so cute. -____- My weird smile with weird pose...tsk! *shakes head* and *giggling on bro's hairstyle* HAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0PkkqFZPI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/_LxBRX1U4MM/s1600-h/P1010230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470651140138226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0PkkqFZPI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/_LxBRX1U4MM/s320/P1010230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trios during raya last year. Compare and contrast the nineyearsago picture and eightyearslater picture. GROWN UP &lt;em&gt;tros&lt;/em&gt;.... So, how are we going to be this year? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this video out! A united family went Choo-choo train. I took out the video that has me and bro. So the &lt;em&gt;memalukan&lt;/em&gt; (embarrasing)!!! Muahhaaha....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/127156958684"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/127156958684" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okays everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Berpuasa, still.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy relaxing peeps!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dayak-&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/1864917784215099881-7603379228586275191?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7603379228586275191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7603379228586275191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/shout-out-exams-are-over-yaphoooo-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sp0Px-osTuI/AAAAAAAAC04/-Y7EbtBdTio/s72-c/P1040511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-661555614921117631</id><published>2009-08-23T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:49:22.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give me a break yaw!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more papers to go. URGHHH!!! Hahahax. I'm supposed to study now but heck care ah! Hahahax. Bad dayak!! I'll continue later, &lt;em&gt;insyaallah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Banyak dugaan yang aku hadapi tadi petang. Entah kenapa. Pertama di bazaar. Mak aku ambil off, jadi beli juadah untuk berbuka. Adui, ramainya orang! Aku tak kisah lah sangat pasal tu. Tapi, yang tak fun tu kan...ada ke patut aku da best2 queue up, tup tup NASI DABES, lauk jek tinggal. Satu gerai takpe gak..... NI MACAM SEMUA JEK. Aku queue jek, "dik, nasi dabes. lauk boleh?" Takpe lah makcik2 , terima kasih lah banyak. Sayang u all many2 lah!!! -___- Binget tau. Haha. Aku tahu sangat2 mak abang aku nampak kebingitan aku tadi. Abeh, satu2 terpijak selipar aku. Nasib tak putus. Lagi, satu2 sondol aku. HEBAT sangat2. Sabar lah jugak aku. Astaghfirullah. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuRneFe2I/AAAAAAAACzo/O_DnYuuMnKk/s1600-h/P1040489.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lagi satu hal kat NTUC. Adalah dua lelaki cifinafa yang menguji kesabaran aku tadi. Aku tak tau ah diorang ngah queue up ke counter sebab diorang ngah kusyuk tengok air setan tu. Abeh aku tanye one of them, "R u queu-ing up?". He answered NO. So, ku pikir diorang ni betul2 nak tengok air tu. Padahal, member dia ngah queue up lah sey. Aku gi lah depan diorang since they seemed not queu-ing up. Budak cifinafa yang aku TAK tanya tu tegur aku lah. "Eh, hello. Sorry i here hor." USING A HARSH TONE. Thanks ah. Why on earth you don't want to move infront right? And why on earth are you queu-ing up FACING the beer right? THEN AH, you don't have to use HARSH TONE RIGHT? What's your problem ah? I asked YOUR friend nicely okays! Gggrrr. I got fed-up. Lol. Astaghfirullah. If you know me well, i'll cry if i'm too angry and yes, i almost cried after that. Too much incidents. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuRneFe2I/AAAAAAAACzo/O_DnYuuMnKk/s1600-h/P1040489.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me happy, after i reached home. I made...... jeng jeng jeng. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually before went to bazaar, i made......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuRneFe2I/AAAAAAAACzo/O_DnYuuMnKk/s1600-h/P1040489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197079361715042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuRneFe2I/AAAAAAAACzo/O_DnYuuMnKk/s320/P1040489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guess okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, while squeezing out the mixture on the tray, the plastic decided to go BOOM BOOM POW aka burst. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuR4PPASI/AAAAAAAACzw/SZ5-Swsx1BQ/s1600-h/P1040490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197083862827298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuR4PPASI/AAAAAAAACzw/SZ5-Swsx1BQ/s320/P1040490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating &lt;em&gt;tolz&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, have you peeps guess what i made?&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, you all ah. Lazy to think ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuc6SyMtI/AAAAAAAAC0I/WTh1qafa5b0/s1600-h/P1040493.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta-daa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuSd1aduI/AAAAAAAACz4/aeRmloXM3G4/s1600-h/P1040491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197093955073762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuSd1aduI/AAAAAAAACz4/aeRmloXM3G4/s320/P1040491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRESH DURIAN WITH FRESH CREAM. SLURP. Especially, after i chilled it. *drooling* &lt;em&gt;Kalah prima deli nye oi! Hahahax. &lt;/em&gt;The durian cream was made after i went to bazaar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuc6SyMtI/AAAAAAAAC0I/WTh1qafa5b0/s1600-h/P1040493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197273393148626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuc6SyMtI/AAAAAAAAC0I/WTh1qafa5b0/s320/P1040493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup. SLURPPPPP~&lt;br /&gt;My fav!!! Hahahax. &lt;em&gt;Puji masakan sendiri. -___- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I WANT TO MAKE MORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made 20++++ pieces and for one night, *poof*. Gone in our stomach. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Order, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of making it when relatives visit my house during raya.&lt;br /&gt;Family said it is a bad idea because in one second, they will ask more for it. True, i think? Because my relatives love durian. Tsktsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Korang imagine ehk, satu2 da makan durian. Satu2 burp, mampos. Bau tak bleh angs! Hahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Back to study. Chow chin chow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-661555614921117631?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/661555614921117631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/661555614921117631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-me-break-yaw-three-more-papers-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SpFuRneFe2I/AAAAAAAACzo/O_DnYuuMnKk/s72-c/P1040489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8327771858007040532</id><published>2009-08-17T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:56:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A 90% Malay post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lah satu makcik laser telefon rumah dan aku yang menjawabnya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku paling tak suka bila makcik tu bertutur sebegini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Oh, kalau kau gagal tahun ni, ko kena stayback lagi satu tahun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah, saya tak gagal yer cik. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Tak perlu kata aku gagal kan....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Oh, aku ingat ko dah BERHENTI sekolah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya takdalah bodoh sangat nak berhenti sekolah tau, cik. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Mak ai, kan boleh kata aku kerja ke instead of BERHENTI sekolah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ada lah yang sewaktunya dengan nya..&lt;br /&gt;Darah up up up and awayyyyyy~~~~&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Aku ada jumpa beberapa pesanan ringkas di telefon bimbit aku yang lama. Adui. Bleh tahan jiwang ehk aku? -____-&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak kongsi ngan korang. Aku rasa pada masa tu, aku mendak atau aku ngah ada sedikit tekanan jiwa dan raga. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hatiku sayu mengingatkan mu, aku amat merindui mu. Aku erti aku kehilangan mu, tetapi aku masih menunggu mu. Mengapa aku berasa begini, aku cuba melupakan mu. Hatiku ini masih mempercayai, bahawa aku sayang padamu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(20/07/07 - 2:02:51pm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku menjadi kesunyian tanpamu, bilakah kau akan kembali. Hati ini tetap menunggumu, walaupun kau aku benci sekali. Maafkan aku sayang, aku tidak dapat melupakan mu. Kau masih ku sayang, janganlah kau hampa aku.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(19/07/07 - 2:17:06pm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Werds r juz werds. R promise supposed to be break? Wen i tok 2 a guy i wil always rmber u coz u left me wif a scar in ma heart.. do u tink its funie? Playing wif my heart or feelings? 2 u yesh.. me no..its painful..tis is the 2nd time..3rd time u r back..tats it.. i cnt trust u.. no..im not in luv wif u.. but i admit, i had crush on u.. coz i noe..u arent e perfect guy..hence..it's very difficult for me 2 trust any guy even though he is perfect.. coz u had shown me wat guy is capable at..juggling up wif the gerls feeling.. tanQ 4 the memories n i hv prepare maself 2 face the werst.. Wadeve it is, im carrying on wif a single life.. i feel gud!! &lt;em&gt;(29/05/07 - 2:06:23am)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3 is the lamest message that i ever typed. -_____- So the minah kental. Feeling2 lah konon nyer. *Slap forehead*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Check out these videos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-lp3uWHSj0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-lp3uWHSj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette &amp;amp; Professional Image. (I know, this is repeated. Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7dHQ1d_-GQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7dHQ1d_-GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy, the ninja warrior!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mT0BgIRzK2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mT0BgIRzK2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="334"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Kebelakangan ini, aku selalu mendapat berita mengenai kematian. Tidak kira artis, saudara mahupun jiran. Aku akan berasa seram sejuk selepas mendapat berita sebegitu. Entah mengapa, aku ingin menitiskan air mata walaupun yang meninggal tidak rapat dengan aku. Minda aku akan bermain dengan memori-memori indah bersama keluargaku. Barulah, aku sedar. Rupa-rupanya, aku berperasaan sedemikian kerana aku enggan kehilangan ahli keluarga aku. Aku tahu, tiada siapa yang mampu untuk menghalang takdir dan ajal kerana Allah yang maha besar. Tetapi, apa yang akan terjadi kepadaku jika orang yang aku sayang meninggalkan aku buat selama-lamanya? Aku tidak sanggup bayangkan. Aku cuma berupaya untuk berdoa agar semua orang yang aku cintai dan sayangi dipanjangkan umur, diberikan kesihatan dan dimurahkan rezeki. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa kepada semua umat-umat Islam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8327771858007040532?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8327771858007040532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8327771858007040532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/90-malay-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-271420488134348775</id><published>2009-08-15T00:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:12:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLA!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a news. It made my eyes kept rolling. Like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is the last day of school... for this semester. With god's willing, left with one semester. Time flies. Exam starts this tuesday. Gosh. I have started my revision...NOT! *panicking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, i've made up mind to boycott speakupbabe for two weeks? Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Out of sudden, my aim for this semester is to reach 3.5 for GPA. hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Insyaallah &lt;/em&gt;and provided IF i study hard enough. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Thursday, had my skit for gems. Woohoo. It turned out well! Hope everyone enjoyed it and i just realised we did not sum up our skit at the end. Lol. Hope the lecturer understood what were the motive of the skit. And hell yeah, i had fun acting with my team mates. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SoWU40hjMHI/AAAAAAAACzQ/t_QZvhfUSyk/s1600-h/P1040461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369861834602131570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SoWU40hjMHI/AAAAAAAACzQ/t_QZvhfUSyk/s320/P1040461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this video out. Who knows, it may enlighten your day! And especially for those who miss my acting (like as if! -____-) Sorry for the poor quality. I had to reduce the visual and audio quality to hasten the loading. Hehehehe. Earpiece or speaker will be helpful! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/117435478684"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/117435478684" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Facebook. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SoWYCWIUOjI/AAAAAAAACzY/6MRR2IaYArk/s1600-h/P1040465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865296776804914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SoWYCWIUOjI/AAAAAAAACzY/6MRR2IaYArk/s320/P1040465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWNESS!!!!! There goes my one-piece handphone. Currently using a china hello kitty phone which belongs to my sister. Lol. Maybe, i'll be using my own old handphone as this china phone did not have radio or mp3. WAIT! It does not have any earpiece hole to plug in ok! Lol. I will get bored to death during my journey to school if i can't have any entertainment. Lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD LUCKS STUDENTS FOR YOUR UPCOMING TESTS/EXAMS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-271420488134348775?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/271420488134348775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/271420488134348775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/hola-i-heard-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SoWU40hjMHI/AAAAAAAACzQ/t_QZvhfUSyk/s72-c/P1040461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-3771240280518309586</id><published>2009-08-09T00:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:08:21.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Singapore!!! Stand up, stand up for...SINGAPORE!!! lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, went to two simple weddings. Of course, my brother will always be in the limelight among the &lt;em&gt;makchicks &lt;/em&gt;(aunties). Hahax! Ohya, one of my aunts did not recognize me!! *heart pain* Too pretty, i think? My brother kept saying she didn't recognize me because i've grown fat! *strangling bro* He's purely jealous of me because i'm lighter than him. Wakakakabum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let's the pictures do the talking!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w0YKKwhI/AAAAAAAACyY/nHf18FXY2wo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367640744780284434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w0YKKwhI/AAAAAAAACyY/nHf18FXY2wo/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I were so bored in the car and decided to cam&lt;s&gt;slut&lt;/s&gt;whore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w04_sf4I/AAAAAAAACyg/b5EHH_l2vWs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367640753594728322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w04_sf4I/AAAAAAAACyg/b5EHH_l2vWs/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w2H5VWBI/AAAAAAAACy4/fkRREbcHgMo/s1600-h/pP1040375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367640774774446098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w2H5VWBI/AAAAAAAACy4/fkRREbcHgMo/s320/pP1040375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian with bro's simpsons tie. Lol. Look at her face. &lt;em&gt;Mintak kena tempeleng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w16Pat7I/AAAAAAAACyw/KbYrhYOdwx4/s1600-h/pP1040372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367640771108976562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w16Pat7I/AAAAAAAACyw/KbYrhYOdwx4/s320/pP1040372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us again! -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2xAUZlSdI/AAAAAAAACzA/z1__H8MwsHg/s1600-h/pP1040410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367640949929626066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2xAUZlSdI/AAAAAAAACzA/z1__H8MwsHg/s320/pP1040410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo! :) Oh, do spot my mum. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2xAkjWBrI/AAAAAAAACzI/BOiekSxlb4o/s1600-h/pP1040411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367640954265536178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2xAkjWBrI/AAAAAAAACzI/BOiekSxlb4o/s320/pP1040411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and i saw a letter for me. From Mendaki. I thought it was a reminder letter for school payment or something that don't require me to read thoroughly. Thought of tearing it too. Lol. However, i decided to read and i was surprised yet happy. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations on achieving the academic distinction and furthering your education at a Institution of Higher Learning! We are proud that you have made it among the top 10% of Malay/Muslim youths who are pursuing their studies at the varsity level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to make my mum proud of me.. i think? Hahax. I'm invited to an event to share my experiences in learning and discussion on don't-know-what etc etc. Hahax. Thought of going. Who knows? The event is out in news or paper then my face been captured? Hahaha. No lah, i'm not that &lt;u&gt;(fill in this blank)&lt;/u&gt;. Also, Mendaki encourages me to join them as a mentor for the young teenagers. Hahahahaha. You know what, that letter perks me up to study well. Lol! But, i still can't ON the study mode!! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this post with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w1lACQeI/AAAAAAAACyo/GTAGpzcCcAk/s1600-h/pP1040333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367640765407314402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w1lACQeI/AAAAAAAACyo/GTAGpzcCcAk/s320/pP1040333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake. My bad. I forgot to add oreo in the mixture. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;Not nice!!!! Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, later morning.... a visit to the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-3771240280518309586?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3771240280518309586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3771240280518309586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-singapore-stand-up-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sn2w0YKKwhI/AAAAAAAACyY/nHf18FXY2wo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7100491587326442704</id><published>2009-08-07T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:08:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National day celebration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many students wearing red and white. So supportive. Hahax. I still remember during my sec 4 (?), my batch rebelled. Lol. We did not want to wear red top with school skirt/pant. Hence, we decided to wear full school uniform. Lol. Cool greenies! Also, there was a year when my friend "decided" to delete all my videos/pictures after the celebration. Zapppz. Ouch. Hahahax. Lastly, i dislike this year national day theme song. Bluekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my class photoshoot yesterday. I hate taking individual photo. Don't ask why. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;My group did not able to attend as they had their own reasons. No lah, i am not angry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all i can say that i like this picture only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SnujrSMjzpI/AAAAAAAACyQ/GoocBb8TmoA/s1600-h/pIMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063344956296850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SnujrSMjzpI/AAAAAAAACyQ/GoocBb8TmoA/s320/pIMG_1475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to ask me why i chose this picture as the best. I look decent there? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A class photo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SnujqzmoPPI/AAAAAAAACyI/8FpvZrNkfSQ/s1600-h/pIMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063336744140018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SnujqzmoPPI/AAAAAAAACyI/8FpvZrNkfSQ/s320/pIMG_1460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... *thinking deeply* Spot the difference. Don't you think i'm unique?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, i had my black scarf on. Muahahaha. Yadaa yadaa yadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To yh, hope you will recover fast! Lots of love n misses from me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brother, i would like to dedicate this song to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAKABUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/44dC-GjFMzc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/44dC-GjFMzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-dayak-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to get dress up tomorrow!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7100491587326442704?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7100491587326442704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7100491587326442704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SnujrSMjzpI/AAAAAAAACyQ/GoocBb8TmoA/s72-c/pIMG_1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5934173869924093053</id><published>2009-08-06T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:47:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i've learnt for three years in poly?&lt;br /&gt;It is the meaning of independent and the L and N words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. *shrugged*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a very bad headache. Really. I feel like banging into walls.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cracking open my head and repair it.&lt;br /&gt;Panadols do not help at all.&lt;br /&gt;How to study like that?&lt;br /&gt;I just can't find time to sleep. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, reasons for not going class bbq. They are the same reasons on why i don't go for my ex-class bbq. Once bitten, twice shy. Don't get it? Well, it's meant for me to know and for you to keep asking. A classmate kept persuading me to join them saying that the class is not what i think. Hmmm. *shrugged* That's how it seems, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Sister and her kids came over on Sunday. &lt;em&gt;Menyebok tolz.&lt;/em&gt; hahax. The picture that i've uploaded in my previous post was during.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KITE FLYING!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1J7n2mhTO_o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1J7n2mhTO_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xf, told ya that my place is more windy compared to WCP. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the kite flying was when the kite got stuck in the high tree. We were panicked. Thank god. Sister knew how to fly the kite well. After she pulled out the kite gently, the kite was back flying. YEAH. -_____- hahaha. I had fun with her and i'm 100% sure my nephew and niece had fun playing with the grass, drain and soil. Hahax. They made themselves at home till they had grass cut. So do my sister and I. Pain ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the real me. Every year is the same. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5934173869924093053?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5934173869924093053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5934173869924093053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh-what-ive-learnt-for-three-years-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4454826421144164070</id><published>2009-08-05T04:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T04:23:53.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just completed my powerpoints slides. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;Headache....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehaa! Got my lappy fixed. There goes my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$32.10&lt;/span&gt; inclusive gst. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Replacement of parts is not under warranty. Yadaa yadaa yadaa.&lt;br /&gt;I could have ordered pizza meal using that money. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update real soon!&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for not going to bbq organized by class.&lt;br /&gt;And...what did i do on my last weekends?&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SniX0LI-tkI/AAAAAAAACyA/bzn0szCk9H4/s1600-h/BP1040348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366205878611392066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SniX0LI-tkI/AAAAAAAACyA/bzn0szCk9H4/s320/BP1040348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned! *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Happy mappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SniXz6YJGWI/AAAAAAAACx4/iomF15wdWf8/s1600-h/BP1040288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366205874111584610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SniXz6YJGWI/AAAAAAAACx4/iomF15wdWf8/s320/BP1040288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnnnn.....the mummmieesssss reeettuuuurrnnnnnnnnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4454826421144164070?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4454826421144164070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4454826421144164070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-completed-my-powerpoints-slides.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SniX0LI-tkI/AAAAAAAACyA/bzn0szCk9H4/s72-c/BP1040348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5520283877030031893</id><published>2009-07-31T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:15:48.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*angry mode*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I know you won't be able to guess. Firstly, my battery spoilt. Now, either my charger or the pin connected to the charger is spoilt. Freaking irritating. Must go for service but when huh? Must do so before my IT test. URGH! HELPPP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm using battery and charger. So when the charger decided to shut itself, at least the battery will help to "on" the lappy. I've learnt that yesterday when i was doing my "script". I forgot to save and suddenly... *POOF*. I panicked. Luckily, the microsoft word autosaved my document. If not, can cry man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for the first time i got &lt;b&gt;rides&lt;/b&gt; from a friend. He sounded so NOT convincing when he told me he's a careful driver. Yeahhhh sureeee. I was right. He drove worst than my brother. Lol. But thanks dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pl, please do believe that i did not ask him along for any purposes. :)&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting for me and i just asked him along since i really want to meet you. Please hor, don't think too much okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that my gems group is fuuunnn! (Not referring to yh. Lol. Just kidding lah)&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah... it is fun to do skit with them. Funtastic! Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we do well on that day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.. i think my low blood pressure is here to attack me again.&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms: Chronic headaches, dizziness, blurry/double vision,tinnitus, fatigue&lt;br /&gt;Medicine: I need more sleeps and more sweet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*someone knocking on the door...&lt;br /&gt;OUH. It's the delivery man! MCSPICY.... make sure there is shaker fries with seaweed powder -____-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...gone with the wind.. WHOOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Mum is confirmed to have_________. Ya Allah. Protect her pleaseeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5520283877030031893?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5520283877030031893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5520283877030031893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/angry-mode-guess-what-i-know-you-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-6321462597404746810</id><published>2009-07-27T00:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:25:38.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still alive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what shall i update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;football match&lt;/span&gt; that i watched just now? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Big TSK to S'pore team. Pity the strikers. Kudos to HS (GK) for trying to catch as many balls as possible. Enormous BOOs to Lsquare (GK) for wasting time and for showing anger at others when actually he was at fault too. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he's cute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmyGrkJ-vII/AAAAAAAACxw/ae2xydll484/s1600-h/ft.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362809339289451650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmyGrkJ-vII/AAAAAAAACxw/ae2xydll484/s200/ft.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, last tuesday, visited &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;showflats&lt;/span&gt; (condominium) at Simei. Part of my module assignment. An advice for you, buy condo unless you mind being cheated. Hahahax. Okays, just kidding. Learnt a bit on property agent. Who knows? I may be one. Insyaallah. &lt;em&gt;Abes aku tipu sumer org. hahahax. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it ended, went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ice age&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;s&gt;emo&lt;/s&gt; cutie girl, PL. Now, tell me. Where can you get or buy a movie ticket just for three dollars? With me around, anything is possible. Lol. Right pl? The cheapest ticket you bought was with me, right? Hehehe. :) The movie is funny. It helped me to release the headache...for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was viewing a video @ youtube and decided to hop here and there. A video that surprised me. Hahahax. It was taken years back anyways. My sec mates, check it out and try to remember whether you have seen him before. Hahahax!&lt;br /&gt;Nooo. I'm not promoting him. heex. However, all i can say that their voices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baik punyerrr!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGW-aC41qqM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGW-aC41qqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first four seconds....looking blur? Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEST &amp;amp; EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;. Sooooon. Very sooooonnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FASTING MONTH&lt;/span&gt;... YEAH!!! SOON! hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dah bayar puasa korang?&lt;/em&gt; I can't stop thinking that this year will be my last year to collect green packets. Next year is my turn to give out green packets because with god's willing, i will be working at that period. **pulling hair** Hahax!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, unlike you chinese friends, you peeps only have to give when you're married.&lt;br /&gt;High chances that the &lt;em&gt;terawih berjemaah&lt;/em&gt; at the void deck will not be held anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;Chiow chin chow!&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-6321462597404746810?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6321462597404746810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6321462597404746810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmyGrkJ-vII/AAAAAAAACxw/ae2xydll484/s72-c/ft.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7341072225974788941</id><published>2009-07-21T01:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:09:00.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can feel that my head is heavy as my body weight. Or is it my brain is getting bigger? Lol. I've difficulties tilting my head or looking up. Once i tilt, that's it. I feel giddy. Maybe, stared too much on lappy? What to do... have to complete all projects using lappy mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part in fyp is done...finally!! It might be small part (not really loh) but it took alot of my time, energy, brain juice and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SLEEPS&lt;/span&gt; to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, will be treating myself to a movie later. Release the stress...for a moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i have a feeling that fyp lecturer will not accept the part that i did.&lt;br /&gt;Jia lat lah like that. Trust me, i will cry for sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, last tuesday(?) went to take measurement on lighting system at a void deck with all &lt;s&gt;apeks&lt;/s&gt; uncles watching us. They were playing chess lah actually. We did not bring along any tape to mark our points so we used stationaries instead. Someone was interested with my camera pouch and he decided to lift it and asked for the owner. Meanwhile, one of the uncles decided to shout at him. He "reprimanded" him for taking people stuff. I was like...aww, so sweet and caring lah this uncle. That's singaporean to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;See...we were very hardworking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmSt4nixx5I/AAAAAAAACxo/rwxNTNlA3CA/s1600-h/BP1040313.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360600644676863890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmSt4nixx5I/AAAAAAAACxo/rwxNTNlA3CA/s320/BP1040313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lastly, thank you girls for using common language. I know it's hard. I appreciate it lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank yooouuuuuu~ It's fun to know you girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmSt4YE8hwI/AAAAAAAACxg/pTe2BujUuxs/s1600-h/BP1040328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360600640525207298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmSt4YE8hwI/AAAAAAAACxg/pTe2BujUuxs/s320/BP1040328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sidetrack: APM this year...*sigh* boring!!! I was looking forward for it because aznil was one of the hosts. However, i could count the appearance of the hosts by using the fingers of only one hand. Might as well, &lt;em&gt;tak yah ada hosts kan&lt;/em&gt;.. Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Angels, thank you for using the common language too three four!!!&lt;br /&gt;*winkz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7341072225974788941?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7341072225974788941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7341072225974788941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-feel-that-my-head-is-heavy-as-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SmSt4nixx5I/AAAAAAAACxo/rwxNTNlA3CA/s72-c/BP1040313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7810086766467774031</id><published>2009-07-19T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:26:22.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSY!!! ARGH! I've no time for myself so i've no time to blog also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Proper update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7810086766467774031?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7810086766467774031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7810086766467774031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-argh-ive-no-time-for-myself-so-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7177784030389543233</id><published>2009-07-11T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:30:04.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened when her expectation on your team is high.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things have happened and that cause my bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending projects....&lt;br /&gt;Never ending sleepless nights....&lt;br /&gt;Never ending thinking on how to solve problems.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to tell my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;I've kept it for a very long time and i guess i can't handle this problem alone.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not meant for public to be "informed" what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;But i've to rant or let it go.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess, this a way since bro is reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Few days back, I just reached home and mum started to complain. I was hungry so i took a bite. She was with me in the kitchen. The topic she touched on was about retirement. &lt;strong&gt;Retire from being a housewife.&lt;/strong&gt; I kept quiet while listening to her and she found it weird. Because i would always answer her back. She asked me whether i was listening. I could only reply to her, "What do you want me to do". She asked me to get married soon so she is able to chase me out. It goes the same to you bro. I guess she is too tired handling the housework alone. I could only cry in my heart after listening to her rants. I can't do anything. I'm useless for now. If only i'm rich, i could have taken a maid for her. She is stressed about our financial problem too. She's upset with dad also. I don't know. I really don't know what to do. I'm working hard for my final year. I really really want to graduate soon and start working immediately so i'm able to support this family. I owe this family a lot. But, mum insists me to move out from this house soon and need not have to support her much. No, that's not i want. I want to support my family. If sis and bro are able to support them, why not me? Later on that day, mum lay down beside me and apologized. I don't think she had too. She has the rights to rant or reprimand me. I admit, i don't help her a lot. I know, i've not reached her standard and expectations. Yes, i'm lazy. I'm not like sis. I don't quite like it when mum compared me with sis. I believe it's not fair to compare us. We're just in different situations. I'm busy with school works while her time she wasn't that busy with works. Maybe with the kids' presences do make the difference too. I'm focusing on them too. I don't know. I don't know what am i supposed to do now. I'm meeting the dead end. ALL I AKS IS ONE MORE YEAR or maybe few more months AND I BELIEVE, WITH ME WORKING FULL TIME I CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THIS FAMILY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Allah, guide us. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops on my lappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7177784030389543233?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7177784030389543233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7177784030389543233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-cry-this-is-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-3365692667166443123</id><published>2009-07-09T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:30:53.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trust. Who do you trust?&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me, "Do you have a bestfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Define bestfriend for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it someone whom can be considered as bestfriend if only the person considers you as one too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH ICE AGE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-3365692667166443123?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3365692667166443123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3365692667166443123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/trust.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2852629054186493049</id><published>2009-07-08T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:41:31.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know. Some of you might have cursed me for not updating. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just purely tired of the assignments and projects that keep flooding in. Give us a break will you, lecturers? Haiya. Urgh!!! Ok never mind, dayak. Your last year, you go girl! Hahax. I'm like... encouraging myself can? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. What shall i update on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh! &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Napfa!&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;It was so TIRING can? Tsk! I gave up okays! Come on, three years for not doing vigorous exercises and you expect me to run? Or to pass my napfa? No way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! I didn't even attend the Napfa can? LOL! It was raining initially so we assumed the test would be cancelled. Hahax. Out of four angels only two could make it. Totally not fun lor. We decided not to attend but went out for dinner instead. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, called up my lecturers to confirm whether it is compulsory for us (girls) to take Napfa. As expected, everyone gave different replies. Tsk. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you know there's a policy that if you don't attend Napfa at all, you won't be able to graduate?&lt;/span&gt; One of the lecturers warned us not to take the risk. Hahax. However, we kept thinking that most top students are not attending, so don't tell me because of Napfa they can't graduate? Jia lat man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugging shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Drum!&lt;/span&gt; I want to play drum! Nope, not learning how to play drum but just purely play the drum! Understand? Hahax. I just want to have the experience you see. It will be fun right! Or maybe i'm a bit stress now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did i get the inspiration to play drum? Here... No harm viewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Sf_pogZ8jE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Sf_pogZ8jE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, anyone? Any recommendations? Aden, school? Hahax. Of course, it won't be fun if i play alone right...... or... You, ON?! hahahax. :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Next, PL suggested to me to write about my poly peeps since i've nothing to update on.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started! Nyehehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2LtKt80I/AAAAAAAACxI/7sKTF-fUcHA/s1600-h/MPICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2L8qmzmI/AAAAAAAACxQ/Fcw7KTY2tD0/s1600-h/MPICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356106173230009954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2L8qmzmI/AAAAAAAACxQ/Fcw7KTY2tD0/s320/MPICT0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL. She loves pig as you can see the numbers of pig on her sweater. She can get sick easily. She is stubborn. She is playful. She can be cheerful and crappy at times. I believe her favourite mood is emo. She loves to eat, drink and hang out outside till late like nobody business. She's strong and able to manage her mood well when handling her problems. She is my closest girl in poly. First impression of her is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i-don't-wanna-talk-to-ya look&lt;/span&gt;. Lastly, she is cute. I'm just cutier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2LtKt80I/AAAAAAAACxI/7sKTF-fUcHA/s1600-h/MPICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356106169069728578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2LtKt80I/AAAAAAAACxI/7sKTF-fUcHA/s320/MPICT0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XF. She loves to steal ketchups bottles at restaurants as you can see in the picture above. Owners of restaurant, beware of her! Always remember to check her table before she leaves. Heex. She is a bubbly and cheerful girl. Smile and laugh out loud everydays. Making me laugh till i cry without fail too! I believe she's a strong girl. She's my closest girl in poly too! First impression of her is&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; i-would-love-to-talk-to-you look&lt;/span&gt;. Lastly, she's pretty. I'm just prettier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2KtXxq7I/AAAAAAAACxA/HrUHGkelhLM/s1600-h/MPICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356106151944629170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2KtXxq7I/AAAAAAAACxA/HrUHGkelhLM/s320/MPICT0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH. She loves to smile and show her proper white teeth. She is happy to get bullied by us. She loves to laugh like mad woman. She can present lame jokes well. She has the intelligence. She has many stalkers and guys gaga over her. She is the only that can speak fluent english. I believe she can achieve her goals. She's my closest girl in poly three! First impression of her is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why-on-earth-you're-staring-at-me look&lt;/span&gt;. Lastly, she's hot. I'm just hottier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2KUws3CI/AAAAAAAACw4/xfhh0tvn9w8/s1600-h/M5115_101650195377_707390377_2507234_2440203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356106145338285090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2KUws3CI/AAAAAAAACw4/xfhh0tvn9w8/s320/M5115_101650195377_707390377_2507234_2440203_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana. She's cute, pretty and hot. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAX!&lt;br /&gt;Go toilet and vomit, by all means!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow no school for me!!! Self declared holiday. Hahax. Well, will be accompanying mum for her check up on her sickness. Hoping that the doctor can atleast detect something or knows the causes of mum's sickness. If not, I WILL SHOW MY BLACK FACE! Better still, shoot him with questions!!! I just don't like when doctors seem not to know the reasons behind our sickness but STILL asks us to visit them again and again and again to waste our money while they earns. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY IS IT?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2852629054186493049?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2852629054186493049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2852629054186493049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SlS2L8qmzmI/AAAAAAAACxQ/Fcw7KTY2tD0/s72-c/MPICT0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-3073364199425250816</id><published>2009-07-01T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:04:06.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;SANGAT SANGAT&lt;/em&gt;!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah (thank god), i passed all my tests. Yeehaa, no more tension....for now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Results are over my expectation as i aimed for passing marks only. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever says that last minute study did not work....&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Slap yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Because it WORKS for me. Yeahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to HIM for the guidance and support.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to MUM for her understanding. You see, whenever there is a test week, i will excuse myself from doing the housework unless she's sick. I'm not that bad lah okays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scondly, i'm happy because &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*phew*&lt;/span&gt; FYP teacher accept our report with a big smile. I guess she's demanding for a reason. She wants us to score well and get A. Look on the bright side, dayak!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my members contributed as much as me too! Yeah. Without them, i don't think the report will turn out well. I love it when each one of us has different capability. It completes the team. Lol. Understand? Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;My team is not excited for FYP because we're just plainly tired of doing projects. Meanwhile, my FYP teacher is so very super excited in our FYP because she is confident that we can go far in our FYP. Wow-ness. Guess what, our FYP is 50%-60% done!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hip Hip Hoorayy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, i'm happy that i'm still alive. Heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, i'm happy that PRISON BREAK is starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, i'm happy that YOU'RE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;There's wisdom behind everything. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syukur Alhamdulilah, Ya Allah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-3073364199425250816?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3073364199425250816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3073364199425250816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-sangat-sangat-first-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-393487430250230709</id><published>2009-06-26T07:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:28:05.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MJ had passsed away today.&lt;br /&gt;He was my favourite singer and entertainer. I love his cool moves.&lt;br /&gt;He's a muslim, right? So, &lt;em&gt;semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat. Amin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vancouversun.com/Health/Tribute+Michael+Jackson/1732715/story.html"&gt;http://www.vancouversun.com/Health/Tribute+Michael+Jackson/1732715/story.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-393487430250230709?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/393487430250230709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/393487430250230709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj-had-passsed-away-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-3530571439320985839</id><published>2009-06-25T00:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:20:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still alive and kicking. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; at home yesterday so WAIT! BORED?!&lt;br /&gt;That is not a good reason. Hmm, let me think. Oh, I was...err &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;purely bored&lt;/span&gt;? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason was, i decided to watch MvsA 3D with my oh-so-cute-like-me niece, Ian. Thought of bringing my nephew, Andy along but he wasn't well behaved. Oh, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to catch that movie at 230pm slot but it was full house. So, took 445pm slot instead. To waste time, brought Ian to the playground, play water, 'colour' a drawing (or whatever it is called) and ate our lunch at LJS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJg2onDitI/AAAAAAAACwg/nKWD3Y9kVhU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945799000001234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJg2onDitI/AAAAAAAACwg/nKWD3Y9kVhU/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ian ate a plate of grilled fish with rice and was still hungry after that. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJg2WOsuQI/AAAAAAAACwY/WzvVn7U4nhA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945794066004226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJg2WOsuQI/AAAAAAAACwY/WzvVn7U4nhA/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cool rite the colouring? I forget what it is called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had our retro specs on! *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was okays lah. Love the 3D effect. It's like, you're in the scenes. Coollll~ I love BOB, the jellly monster. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJpoRqgsSI/AAAAAAAACww/PuIhbDEPd1U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are still not done and school will be re-opened in three days time? Wow. I don't even get to enjoy my vacation. Vacation is supposed to have NO related school work. But, *sighs*. Even my fyp teacher had to call me early in the morning. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest kiki, this is how your bloggy looked like with IE. You don't have to recommend MF to me. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJpoRqgsSI/AAAAAAAACww/PuIhbDEPd1U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350955447926960418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJpoRqgsSI/AAAAAAAACww/PuIhbDEPd1U/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;em&gt;, tunggu apa lagi? Tukar siket2 ker. haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realized that i watched the movie on the 23rd and not 24th. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJg2w7tVhI/AAAAAAAACwo/TxcyAGnr8YU/s1600-h/P1010612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945801234109970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJg2w7tVhI/AAAAAAAACwo/TxcyAGnr8YU/s320/P1010612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEACE OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-dayak-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-3530571439320985839?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3530571439320985839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3530571439320985839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-still-alive-and-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SkJg2onDitI/AAAAAAAACwg/nKWD3Y9kVhU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-163643876542257878</id><published>2009-06-23T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:36:43.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;_____________ all guys who can't appreciate girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~!#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-163643876542257878?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/163643876542257878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/163643876542257878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-guys-who-cant-appreciate-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1722417696223612643</id><published>2009-06-16T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:38:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A false alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah bro. Tsk. He messaged me at 3am saying that mum has to be hospitalized. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(He msged: Kena tahan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i asked him on mum's sickness. There was no reply. I was so worried and i started to break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30am, i was surprised to see him with mum outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me: Cakap kena tahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Him: Kena tahan lapar lah aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me: *nak cekik2 dia jek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already planning my schedule on house work. Such as, which work to be done first and what dishes to be cooked. Thought of cooking spicy food for my beloved &lt;strong&gt;bro&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;) so that he can get diarrhoea and i will laugh out loud at him.&lt;br /&gt;-_____- I'm not that bad lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is suspected to have ___________. Well, wait for the confirmation first. She may have to undergo operation then. Worrrriiiessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sje3c8ZRh5I/AAAAAAAACwQ/nk9fFqVuiRk/s1600-h/aaP1040159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347944790402107282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sje3c8ZRh5I/AAAAAAAACwQ/nk9fFqVuiRk/s320/aaP1040159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not start any of my assignments. Urgh. Help. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Triple three post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1722417696223612643?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1722417696223612643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1722417696223612643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/false-alarm.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sje3c8ZRh5I/AAAAAAAACwQ/nk9fFqVuiRk/s72-c/aaP1040159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-546927470230594543</id><published>2009-06-15T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:05:26.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! Alhamdulilah, i'm still alive. I'm back in one piece. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night cycling was TOTALLY FUN except for the fact that i've &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backache &lt;/span&gt;because of it. Hahax. I'm elated that i could get along with the rest well and vice-versa. Yeahness!!! Participants were not only Malays/Muslims. There were Chineses and Indians too. Participants were not only students, there were pakciks and makciks too. They were &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SUPER DUPER&lt;/span&gt; supportive okays! They joined in the fun such as the games we held. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGzYKDxI/AAAAAAAACu4/yZjQzgdoQzA/s1600-h/MP1040249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGD85KvI/AAAAAAAACuY/FNT-1v2x-mM/s1600-h/MP1040234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573861875002098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGD85KvI/AAAAAAAACuY/FNT-1v2x-mM/s320/MP1040234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What do you think we were doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Isyak prayer, there was a HPB talk on (ta-daa!) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STI&lt;/span&gt;. What's STI? Go figure. Hahax. I guess, everyone enjoyed the talk? Lol. The speaker very the &lt;em&gt;gerek&lt;/em&gt;!! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.blah.blah. Collected the bikes and helmets.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.blah.blah. Getting ready to start our mission!&lt;br /&gt;With our handsome, cool and of course FIT pakciks/uncles safety cyclist.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Their age ranges from 30s-60s okays! Woooo. They're fun cyclist. &lt;em&gt;Loyar burok kalahkan remaja oi! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, i was the facilitator for group 4 which my members named the group as Cicaks. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Presenting, my partner in crime (another faci)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGzYKDxI/AAAAAAAACu4/yZjQzgdoQzA/s1600-h/MP1040249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573874605821714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGzYKDxI/AAAAAAAACu4/yZjQzgdoQzA/s320/MP1040249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's One, not two. Hahax. He's younger than me and his look reminds me of Mr Taugey (my sec mates should know who). Lol! He's fun! In fact, crazier than me. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group consists of five girls and four boys, around my age. Also, they're very the supporting! *winks* I'm blessed to have them as a team. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our journey started from Al-Mukminin Mosque at Jurong East. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time checked: 12AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led them. Chey. As if i knew the routes. The safety cyclist guided us. All i did was to cycle infront of my team and signalled them to move to their left/right/slow down/stop. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The safety cyclist aka pakcik could even trick on &lt;s&gt;us&lt;/s&gt; me. I don't even know we were not supposed to move to the right lane, yet he signalled to me to shift to the right lane. I blindly followed and signalled to my team. -___- Hey, he moved to the right also okays! Then, he laughed out loud and asked me to move back to the left lane. Thinking that the road was ours, i guess? Luckily, there wasn't any vehicles. Tsk. I &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; cheated twice. Big tsk!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our first break: Darussalam Mosque at Clementi. Time checked: Never checked.&lt;/span&gt; Hahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGsrSrAI/AAAAAAAACuo/z34MWuGQJQM/s1600-h/MP1040240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573872807029762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGsrSrAI/AAAAAAAACuo/z34MWuGQJQM/s320/MP1040240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled and cycled. I love the weather in the night ! It was so...relaxing? Wind blowing. Ahhhh. Syiokkkk. Hahax. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah&lt;/em&gt; (thank god), it wasn't raining. Of course, i was worn-out but that didn't stop me from enjoying my cycling. I hate the "hills"/slopes and changing the gear was so troublesome. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our second break: Tiong Bahru Park. Time checked: Didn't bother.&lt;/span&gt; Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZ4DEJDoRI/AAAAAAAACvw/jLzQKw9BwIA/s1600-h/MP1040244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347593601595711762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZ4DEJDoRI/AAAAAAAACvw/jLzQKw9BwIA/s320/MP1040244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZ4C3fNb_I/AAAAAAAACvo/mWfoMB8ZiXA/s1600-h/MP1040243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347593598198968306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZ4C3fNb_I/AAAAAAAACvo/mWfoMB8ZiXA/s320/MP1040243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena forfeit. Hahax. &lt;em&gt;(Lain macam jek diorg tenung each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZ4DCbuz_I/AAAAAAAACv4/q9ivpha3j7A/s1600-h/MP1040242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347593601137168370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZ4DCbuz_I/AAAAAAAACv4/q9ivpha3j7A/s320/MP1040242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, continued to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our third break: Kallang Carpark. Time checked: 3AM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was fatigued. Everyone was having fun yawning. Lol! Hence, we held games to wake them up! After games, we let them slacked or zzzZzzzZzz till 0445.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnTDcaH_I/AAAAAAAACvg/ZS3vAo8awh4/s1600-h/MP1040250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575184588677106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnTDcaH_I/AAAAAAAACvg/ZS3vAo8awh4/s320/MP1040250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad they could click. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnTBEBxKI/AAAAAAAACvY/ZKvCMcuzH1Q/s1600-h/MP1040253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575183949546658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnTBEBxKI/AAAAAAAACvY/ZKvCMcuzH1Q/s320/MP1040253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGoVRmII/AAAAAAAACuw/akYb5cUW4J8/s1600-h/MP1040247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573871640942722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGoVRmII/AAAAAAAACuw/akYb5cUW4J8/s320/MP1040247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a picture of me. Wakakakaka. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our journey ended at East Coast Park. Time checked: 5AM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnSydtMjI/AAAAAAAACvQ/LuNrS75NNn8/s1600-h/MP1040261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575180030718514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnSydtMjI/AAAAAAAACvQ/LuNrS75NNn8/s320/MP1040261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot a cute little girl sleeping beside me? Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept complaining that they were very hungry....so when the breakfast arrived....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnSt8r9JI/AAAAAAAACvI/_o-0udbGFZk/s1600-h/MP1040268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575178818483346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnSt8r9JI/AAAAAAAACvI/_o-0udbGFZk/s320/MP1040268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat lah! Yummy-licious nasi lemak specially &lt;s&gt;made in china&lt;/s&gt; prepared by Nani's mum and of course Nani too. Clap3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question that they kept asking me during their breakfast. "Can i go home after this?" Hahax. Well, they had to wait for a "ceremony" to end this event around 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnSaoLCNI/AAAAAAAACvA/zqI4ATI5ZO0/s1600-h/MP1040273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575173632166098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZnSaoLCNI/AAAAAAAACvA/zqI4ATI5ZO0/s320/MP1040273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda upset about something. Oh well. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And home sweeeeet homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGR8R2yI/AAAAAAAACug/rGX3ATIMSV0/s1600-h/MP1040239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573865630522146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGR8R2yI/AAAAAAAACug/rGX3ATIMSV0/s320/MP1040239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. What a marvellous experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jal for the invitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjaAzREgmnI/AAAAAAAACwA/z47C02xcOh4/s1600-h/MP1040257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347603225793043058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjaAzREgmnI/AAAAAAAACwA/z47C02xcOh4/s320/MP1040257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Side track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ParentS are sick. Worries. Worries. And more worries. Time now is 1.15am. Mum decided to go to hospital around 12am just now as she couldn't stand the pain anymore. Now, i'm fully responsible for the house work. Dad couldn't help much as he is in pain too. O Allah, protect my family please. I don't want history to be repeated again. Protect us from the evils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Praying and keep praying.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i want to AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;editted (3am)-mum's hospitalised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-546927470230594543?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/546927470230594543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/546927470230594543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-everybody-alhamdulilah-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjZmGD85KvI/AAAAAAAACuY/FNT-1v2x-mM/s72-c/MP1040234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-537371879175482639</id><published>2009-06-13T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:40:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjKCAC35dmI/AAAAAAAACuQ/LzapE1WNg8E/s1600-h/9gwdacxphitt7xjcu7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346478644925134434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjKCAC35dmI/AAAAAAAACuQ/LzapE1WNg8E/s320/9gwdacxphitt7xjcu7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I admit. I'm imperfect. I'm useless&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Millions of apologies to peipei and fangfang for bubble-ing you two. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marina barrage okays angels?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ARK, when is the perfect day to meet? You know i miss you peeps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day.... you will be back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To you, Mr/Miss stalker. I guess, you don't have better things to do except google-ing my angels' name. Tsktsktsktsk. You have the wrong course at first, huh? *giggling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray for my safety. Night cycling....here i come!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-dayak-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-537371879175482639?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/537371879175482639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/537371879175482639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SjKCAC35dmI/AAAAAAAACuQ/LzapE1WNg8E/s72-c/9gwdacxphitt7xjcu7.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5548728138561432679</id><published>2009-06-08T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:35:53.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SivpnJrxjMI/AAAAAAAACuI/2ppIKCR6CPQ/s1600-h/P1040204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344622241628916930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SivpnJrxjMI/AAAAAAAACuI/2ppIKCR6CPQ/s320/P1040204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay! Night at the Museum 2 later.&lt;br /&gt;Yadaa yadaa yadaa to those who have watched. Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied parents to a wedding and saw momok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jurugambar &lt;/em&gt;laa sey! Shall pay her to be my photographer for my wedding. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty excited for my night cycling this sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah&lt;/em&gt; (thank god), i'm selected to be the paticipant in this event. Yeehaa.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, i'm the group facilitator too. With my best bud, jal! Double yeahness!&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the time when both of us became the squad NCOs. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, none of our members can join in the fun. Either some of them can't cycle or busy. :( So, let's meet one day!!! hahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holiday people!! Let's enjoy!! Yeah right. Enjoy? There are FYP, group project and assignments to be completed during vacation. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. How were my tests? Well, all i can say that i'm prepared to feel stupid infront of others. Lol! Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5548728138561432679?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5548728138561432679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5548728138561432679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeay-night-at-museum-2-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SivpnJrxjMI/AAAAAAAACuI/2ppIKCR6CPQ/s72-c/P1040204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8411373441911211927</id><published>2009-06-04T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:50:50.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawning big big* Gosh. I need sleep badly!!! Soon... &lt;div&gt;Everything will be normal again after tomorrow. Woohoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SiekcAKw_QI/AAAAAAAACuA/ww6QkZfbA3s/s1600-h/P1040225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343420283886828802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SiekcAKw_QI/AAAAAAAACuA/ww6QkZfbA3s/s320/P1040225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, just dropped by here to wish my love ones. (",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th birthday to Andriana on 31st May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 100th Mugging to Dayana on 1st June!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 9th Anniversary to Liana &amp;amp; Din on 3rd June!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 3*th birthday to Liana on 5th June!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 101th Relaxing to Dayana on 6th June!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 34th Anniversary to parents on 7th June!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Movie-ing to all on 8th June!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 999th cari jodoh (finding partner) to Rino till 15th September!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night cycling???? ARGH! Sobbing. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8411373441911211927?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8411373441911211927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8411373441911211927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/yawning-big-big-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SiekcAKw_QI/AAAAAAAACuA/ww6QkZfbA3s/s72-c/P1040225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5508172380466813647</id><published>2009-05-27T15:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:22:36.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Number of confirmed cases in Singapore:&lt;s&gt;1&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;4&lt;/s&gt; EIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What case huh? check this out... &lt;a href="http://www.swineflu.sg/"&gt;swine flu laa sey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My classmates are praying that school will be closed and need not have to sit for tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yadaa yadaaa yadaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-dayak-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editted on 28 May...&lt;br /&gt;See ya readers! Stressing on test already! Muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5508172380466813647?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5508172380466813647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5508172380466813647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/number-of-confirmed-cases-in-singapore1.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2760387496630225134</id><published>2009-05-25T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:00:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE THE LAB TECHNICIAN OR WHATEVER YOU'RE CALLED.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! NOW, I CAN'T EVEN ENTER MY STUDENT ACCT IN MY LAPPY AND HENCE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO RETRIEVE IT BACK. ALL BECAUSE OF THE SP WIRELESS. AND BECAUSE OF YOU, I'VE RAN OUT OF PASSWORDS. I KEPT CHANGING. FOR GOODNESS SAKE, IT ISN'T MY LAPPY'S FAULT SO WHY ON EARTH YOU HAVE TO PRESS MY KEYPADS DAMN HARD?! I NEED MY LAPPY FOR MY COMING TEST THIS MONDAY OK! CAN YOU PLEASE SOLVE THIS PROBLEM THIS WEDNESDAY?! IF NOT, I'M GOING TO TURN NASTY!!! Gosh, tired of going down for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ShqFsIMuZ7I/AAAAAAAACt4/LXjDE_3X40U/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Term test timetable is out and i'm freaking out. I've no enthusiasm to study because it seems so different. Witnessing my angels studying like mad people last time inspired me somehow somewhere to study. Now... haiya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't change.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ShqFr--kMGI/AAAAAAAACtw/qFEbRuw2sIU/s1600-h/DSC01478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727298887430242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ShqFr--kMGI/AAAAAAAACtw/qFEbRuw2sIU/s320/DSC01478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you notice the new sign for reserved seating in trains? I saw it last week and i was...WOAH! Lol! I believed it is large enough for me without having my glasses on. Hahax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the other hand, it is still small for some youngster. &lt;strong&gt;BIG TSK FOR THEM!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Like hello, you're not old, you're not pregnant (because you're a guy or your belly aren't big enough), you're not carrying any children and lastly, you're NOT INJURED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe you shall change your lens because you're not able to see clearly the elderly or pregnant lady standing infront of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ShqFsIMuZ7I/AAAAAAAACt4/LXjDE_3X40U/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727301362739122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ShqFsIMuZ7I/AAAAAAAACt4/LXjDE_3X40U/s320/DSC01471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the picture above remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;Koala? Monkey?&lt;br /&gt;hahax! Fyi, I always call him &lt;em&gt;berok&lt;/em&gt; (monkey) ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2760387496630225134?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2760387496630225134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2760387496630225134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-lab-technician-or-whatever-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ShqFr--kMGI/AAAAAAAACtw/qFEbRuw2sIU/s72-c/DSC01478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5720910748841890010</id><published>2009-05-25T00:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:00:20.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, i'm too tired to catch up with the time. Slow down, will you?&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to handle, too little time. Or is it i've bad time management?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-kER5gDI/AAAAAAAACtc/3wIim9KIj6M/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP have to wait because tests are in ONE WEEK TIME. !#$%^&amp;amp;* I've not touched any of the notes and i don't really understand any of the modules. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE to start sooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl9OnRGCeI/AAAAAAAACsc/Sgno5pgXNZ8/s1600-h/PICT0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lappy has little free space so i've decided to delete some pictures and saw these...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wS3jMXI/AAAAAAAACrs/VKujnIqGAos/s1600-h/P1010165.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433803341574514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wS3jMXI/AAAAAAAACrs/VKujnIqGAos/s320/P1010165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Raya Cookies! Fasting month in 3 months time? *gasps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But excited at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wMZuRPI/AAAAAAAACrk/FID5N6ximNM/s1600-h/P1000618.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433801605858546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wMZuRPI/AAAAAAAACrk/FID5N6ximNM/s320/P1000618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss...jogging. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wuN0VSI/AAAAAAAACr8/lFZ9lsYNROQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433810682729762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wuN0VSI/AAAAAAAACr8/lFZ9lsYNROQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss...cycling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl9OfcHxdI/AAAAAAAACsU/Ragv-CGwYFk/s1600-h/PICT0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436521135523282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl9OfcHxdI/AAAAAAAACsU/Ragv-CGwYFk/s320/PICT0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss...relaxing at the &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6w9FBDgI/AAAAAAAACsE/m6yK8CXydkg/s1600-h/P1000857.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433814672346626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6w9FBDgI/AAAAAAAACsE/m6yK8CXydkg/s320/P1000857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss...eating and gossip with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl9OnRGCeI/AAAAAAAACsc/Sgno5pgXNZ8/s1600-h/PICT0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436523236755938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl9OnRGCeI/AAAAAAAACsc/Sgno5pgXNZ8/s320/PICT0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss...the rest too. Oh, i miss my school building. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-j_UDSPI/AAAAAAAACtM/6EsNMdkgP4I/s1600-h/26351790052134l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437989980489970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-j_UDSPI/AAAAAAAACtM/6EsNMdkgP4I/s320/26351790052134l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss...npcc! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-PQ0RGTI/AAAAAAAACs8/QRbN0rLKLLY/s1600-h/pdfm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437633901762866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-PQ0RGTI/AAAAAAAACs8/QRbN0rLKLLY/s320/pdfm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Haha. What a memory! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-PVl_-jI/AAAAAAAACtE/A31hUUkGlag/s1600-h/ghost.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437635184097842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-PVl_-jI/AAAAAAAACtE/A31hUUkGlag/s320/ghost.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wooooo......haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl9OxGj-LI/AAAAAAAACsk/SSnDJT7x-Rg/s1600-h/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436525876934834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl9OxGj-LI/AAAAAAAACsk/SSnDJT7x-Rg/s320/PICT0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The only girls that i trust and comfortable to be with in poly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-kER5gDI/AAAAAAAACtc/3wIim9KIj6M/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437991313637426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-kER5gDI/AAAAAAAACtc/3wIim9KIj6M/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My parents 34 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-kUUWB6I/AAAAAAAACtk/kOJVrC6FLuY/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437995618863010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-kUUWB6I/AAAAAAAACtk/kOJVrC6FLuY/s320/scan0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The trios 18 years ago... aww, so cute ah that little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-j5sXAfI/AAAAAAAACtU/xo8U1wfhxSY/s1600-h/h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437988471833074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl-j5sXAfI/AAAAAAAACtU/xo8U1wfhxSY/s320/h1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okays, this is cuter. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. I want to take a break and zZzzzZZZzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;I've a major headache. Panadol, here i come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wd-cIxI/AAAAAAAACr0/3mDdWEOfyGY/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433806323262226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wd-cIxI/AAAAAAAACr0/3mDdWEOfyGY/s320/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I look old meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5720910748841890010?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5720910748841890010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5720910748841890010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously-im-too-tired-to-catch-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Shl6wS3jMXI/AAAAAAAACrs/VKujnIqGAos/s72-c/P1010165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-9092866195904658278</id><published>2009-05-17T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:09:18.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mati liao.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my handphone can last for one more week?&lt;br /&gt;From one piece to two pieces... how cool can that be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-9092866195904658278?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/9092866195904658278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/9092866195904658278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/mati-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2585747786291875993</id><published>2009-05-16T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:13:44.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you supposed to know if that someone is great to be with when you don't even give that someone A chance or AN opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, use the common language please. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its random. hahahahahahhahax!!! *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton, anyone? Cycling, anyone? Aaaahhhh!!!! Craving for those!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, craving for sushi too. -_____- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random pic for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sg7XyDOEcXI/AAAAAAAACrc/Kzh3B_yTyAE/s1600-h/IMG_1591a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336439863338365298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sg7XyDOEcXI/AAAAAAAACrc/Kzh3B_yTyAE/s320/IMG_1591a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Secret Recipe with my close/oh-not-so-close poly peeps! hahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2585747786291875993?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2585747786291875993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2585747786291875993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sg7XyDOEcXI/AAAAAAAACrc/Kzh3B_yTyAE/s72-c/IMG_1591a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4276506750371417354</id><published>2009-05-14T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:54:39.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*pushing the assigments aside*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! I'm still breathing. Many things had happened lately. A lot of wasted tears. Well, i can't be bothered about it anymore. I'm neither complaining nor blaming anyone, i'm just stressed up. With all these stuffs happening at home, school. Urgh. To release my stress, i need shoulders to lean on. I just need your co-operation and not sympathy. That's all i ask. Thank you. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,last Sunday. Happy Mothers' Day!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Gave mum a bouquet of roses and a top. She loves it even though she kept complaining that we love wasting our money for her. Tsk. That's called love okays. We visited granny too. I miss her so much. Again, she asked whether i'm attached.&lt;br /&gt;-___- She told me i should have one at this age just because she was married when she was only 14. *gasps* Woah!!! UNDERAGE SIA! hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgwpfrlYEPI/AAAAAAAACq0/vBoTQDzlMEM/s1600-h/P1040103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685282779369714" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgwpfrlYEPI/AAAAAAAACq0/vBoTQDzlMEM/s320/P1040103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgwpfyuN1bI/AAAAAAAACrE/mFwYLJxfiNA/s1600-h/P1040107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685284695496114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgwpfyuN1bI/AAAAAAAACrE/mFwYLJxfiNA/s320/P1040107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My oh-so-young granny. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sgwpf9I1WMI/AAAAAAAACrM/Dg_KJ8mNrKk/s1600-h/P1040111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685287491492034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sgwpf9I1WMI/AAAAAAAACrM/Dg_KJ8mNrKk/s320/P1040111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The another happy mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tags reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling &amp;amp; XF: TanQ angels, i know i can depend on you girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aden: No need to wear liao. hahax!! Long time nvr see u lei. How r ya? I mean, u'r sick rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest rosie phua: Kau gerek ah. Suka nah uat aku terharu. Chey! But seriously, tanQ so much. Aku skrg penuh ngan masalah. Ya, every probs hav the solution. haha. i'm happy that i know u beb. Years after years, i get to realise who are actually my true frens, who is willing to stand by me.... And yupz, one of them is u. Evn thou, we started bad (rmbr?), at least now we'r in gooood terms. More than tat actually. TanQ love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Norliin: i gt make u smile ker? haha. well, close frens in class u mean? nope. kalau ada pun luar klass. haha. a bit lonely katakan. haha. but i cn manage. hehe. insyaallah. kalau ditakdirkan and ada jodoh, i akan terserempak ngan u k? haaha!! tanx dearest!! touching teramat2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki: No problemo!! anytime, anywhere. haha!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgwpgKaP5UI/AAAAAAAACrU/drubxKqrE9I/s1600-h/P1040118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685291054196034" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgwpgKaP5UI/AAAAAAAACrU/drubxKqrE9I/s320/P1040118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny whacked my head for taking photos of her. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4276506750371417354?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4276506750371417354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4276506750371417354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/pushing-assigments-aside-hola-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgwpfrlYEPI/AAAAAAAACq0/vBoTQDzlMEM/s72-c/P1040103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8182373005958158423</id><published>2009-05-12T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:48:54.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two words for you. Shet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8182373005958158423?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8182373005958158423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8182373005958158423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-words-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7419370769950114504</id><published>2009-05-06T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:01:24.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well. It started again. It's her... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE'S BACK!&lt;/span&gt; -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, i shouldn't feel angry since i've let go of grudges toward her. But, why is still there a feeling that indescribable. Detest? Perhaps. Urgh. I just don't know and i don't like it. Especially when it comes to some people gaga over her. Like WHATEVER. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hot topic for now. *roll eyes*. What's the big deal about her anyways? It's not like she has won? Hellllooooooo. Ohya, i forgot. She has talent, she has the look, she has EVERYTHING. As for me, i'm just a big fat *toot* that has nothing, ZERO. O 0 O o O o O o 0 o O 0 O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting MORE tired at school. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i not a part of you people?&lt;/span&gt; Hmm. I don't know who is willing to hear me out. I know, everybody is busy. To handle this stress, crying is the best solution for me now. I know someone is listening to all my rants and nonsense. HIM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it now. I'm not stressed over studies. I keep thinking of FRIENDS. *sighing*&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^&amp;amp;*(@ I think i can burst anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, congrats bro! You've made it! Clap3. Degree kaper bro?! Wakakabum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that the word "THANKS" can make people happy? Do you know that they will feel appreciated? Oh well. Tsk. *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;*editted: Breakdown again as i just realised i've not been laughing out loud. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7419370769950114504?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7419370769950114504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7419370769950114504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4496320934140386995</id><published>2009-05-05T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:53:29.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still alive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgBNc4CRj2I/AAAAAAAACqs/kM42dIpEUzQ/s1600-h/dadadi.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;How's life? *sigh* You should know. Hahax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells. Thanks to &lt;s&gt;PIG&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;SWINE&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;FLU&lt;/s&gt; INFLUENZA A (H1N1). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss reading "FLU BABI" in malay newspaper. Lol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgBNc4CRj2I/AAAAAAAACqs/kM42dIpEUzQ/s1600-h/dadadi.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, back track. Thanks to the flu that we have tight security now and require to wear the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE &lt;/span&gt;lanyard for easy access. Omgosh. Of all colours, why &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple &lt;/span&gt;ehk? Tsk. I saw the other schools/departments wear different colours such as black, green, yellow lanyard like much much nicer. hahax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I notice that thermometer now is the hottest selling item. Everyone is searching for it up and down. Everywhere you go, the sales person will answer "OUT OF STOCK". Wow... It reminds me of 6 years ago? Remember SARS? Wow. I still remember when schools were closed for a...month? Hahax. I can't remember the duration clearly. We had to do some online assignments. Hahax. Fuh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, I felt very tired for NOT talking. Yes, tired for NOT talking. Tsk. It was so sianzation. Haiya. I die die must get use to it. If cannot how? Die lor. -_______-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kayu balak ni pun ada perasaan tau!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know what? I'm different from you. Maybe you can cope well with studies while working part time as a delivery man. But, i just can't. I know, it's better for me to work part time so i can use the money for own expenses and should lighten parents' burden. Somemore, the condition right now. But really, i know myself. It's not all about lazyness or penyakit malas syndrome (PMS). I just can't. Too much of commitment? Yeah right. WHAT COMMITMENT AH?! I don't know... i really don't know. For what i know, i can't do it. Tahan with me for a year. I shall work after i graduate. Insya-allah. That...i promise. Pls. I know i must learn the hardway. If i work, i may neglect my studies. Of course, i don't want that to happen. I'm not good at handling two stuff at one go. Pls... one more year. PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Presenting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgBNc4CRj2I/AAAAAAAACqs/kM42dIpEUzQ/s1600-h/dadadi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332347117280268130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgBNc4CRj2I/AAAAAAAACqs/kM42dIpEUzQ/s320/dadadi.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My character in Restaurant City. Haha. Cute ehk? Like shit. hahahax. Wildddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joined FB for the sake of games okays. Even though the games are not that interesting, they do help me by killing boredom. Hahax. *slaps forehead* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-dayak-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to appreciate others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4496320934140386995?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4496320934140386995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4496320934140386995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SgBNc4CRj2I/AAAAAAAACqs/kM42dIpEUzQ/s72-c/dadadi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1740957947783333505</id><published>2009-04-29T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:20:32.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, good job and tanQ for everything. Woohaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I still have not received the pictures from YH. So, i will not update about that special day yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. How have i been huh? *sighing* I feel SO...lonely can? hahax. I tell you, third year for me is worst. Tsk. I feel sooooo... bleahhhhh. Haiz. I just realize some people are too different for me to click with. Such as, we don't have the same ideas, we don't even have a topic to talk about. Urgh. I need time to adapt. I need time to understand them. They need time to understand me too. Especially, when it comes to projects. Funny. I love to delay my assignments and study last minute also but not when it comes to work as a team. I'm just afraid something might crop out and we would blame each other for the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I thought yesterday i was in the gents because there were _____________.&lt;br /&gt;I thought yesterday i was in the bitchy club because there were__________.&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can't stop thinking about you. I don't even know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Someone told me you will come back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Will you? Do you know that your actions are hurting me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh, will you ever care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Whatever it is, may happiness be with you...always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1740957947783333505?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1740957947783333505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1740957947783333505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-good-job-and-tanq-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-387158630434655589</id><published>2009-04-26T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:35:49.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! As what i've said under twitt twitt, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll update a proper post soon&lt;/span&gt;. Such as celebrating my BELATED birthday cum ADVANCE yh's birthday at secret recipe. That's why i'm pestering OYH for the pictures. Hahax. Oh, and not forgetting...reasons for not buying a new hp. Muahaha. Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, twitt twitt will be a section for me to update daily in simple sentences. Or maybe, a section to vent my anger? You know...TOOT! Hahax. I don't want to flood my entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I don't feel like going to school. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, dayak. You can do it! Jia you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i watched the Star Awards. Wooo. Cool can? I mean the way they presented the results. Like WOAH. "Magic". Haha!!! As expected, most winners are Nyonya(s) and Baba(s). Can't get it? Well, too bad. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-387158630434655589?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/387158630434655589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/387158630434655589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/hola-as-what-ive-said-under-twitt-twitt.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1658204892433199726</id><published>2009-04-24T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:10:21.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've the year one feeling again and i don't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;I've cried like how i used to cry two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, three sentences already. No, no including this sentence that i'm typing now is the sixth. Whatever. Make it seventh, ah no, eighth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1658204892433199726?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1658204892433199726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1658204892433199726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-sentences.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-6909211888717833403</id><published>2009-04-22T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:05:57.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Topic for FYP is confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;I believe my group has a great facilitator.&lt;br /&gt;She's more than glad to guide us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented that i can get along with my team mates and we have great ideas too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah....&lt;/em&gt; Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;heisannasah&lt;/span&gt; is really doing the same topic as mine.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, we shall strive for excellence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-6909211888717833403?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6909211888717833403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/6909211888717833403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/topic-for-fyp-is-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4161187741565694954</id><published>2009-04-21T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:36:54.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i supposed to know you better? Am i supposed to give you the chance? Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sejarah mungkin berulang lagi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. 1st day of school. Hmm. Not bad? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know there's a group that willing to have my service. Yeah! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i felt guilty. You know, i know. You don't know, i still know. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that my class is a bit __________. Fill in the blank. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. My previous classmates and including myself take up only one-fifth of the combined class. That's wowness. I feel very weeiiirrrdddd. Maybe because it's only the second day? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with angels excluded pl today. Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss having lunch with them. Discussed hot topics and laughed at people.&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking/walking with Ed to school.&lt;br /&gt;I miss disturbing people around me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going home together with them.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the voices i used to hear for the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. My handphone has loosen. I don't want my one-piece hp becomes two-pieces hp okay! (Thanks to the screw) Ahhhhhh!! Change of hp? Change of specs too?Ahhh!! MONEY!!!! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4161187741565694954?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4161187741565694954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4161187741565694954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-what-am-i-supposed-to-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-838974339534400724</id><published>2009-04-19T20:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:30:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf2kgDb9I/AAAAAAAACqE/uoEmgdttJoc/s1600-h/P1030814.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wa-ta-nas-su-re!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my last day of attachment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun giving out flowers (fake of course) to our dearest supervisors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf1baHU4I/AAAAAAAACpk/ZjYlvl8Cfs8/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326385987046560642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf1baHU4I/AAAAAAAACpk/ZjYlvl8Cfs8/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf2QCd6eI/AAAAAAAACps/rTlYeBv8afc/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386001174456802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf2QCd6eI/AAAAAAAACps/rTlYeBv8afc/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that Sir above? Our dearest GM. Heex. He's a nice guy. Really. No, no. I'm not boot licking. Muahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? GM treated us to lunch and gave us rides to and fro with his WOW car. Wooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgImxy1mI/AAAAAAAACqM/4PbbrdyWv90/s1600-h/P1030844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386316516185698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgImxy1mI/AAAAAAAACqM/4PbbrdyWv90/s320/P1030844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advantage of being not-so-thin: You can have a comfortable place to sit. Nyehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughing at the girls behind me. squeezedddddddddd*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf2YGrK9I/AAAAAAAACp0/TaU-p_8PqGo/s1600-h/P1030786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386003339586514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf2YGrK9I/AAAAAAAACp0/TaU-p_8PqGo/s320/P1030786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The babes. I had fun working with them for seven weeks. Just tired. Tired of laughing. Hahax. Pain okay my jaw. Tsk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went out with colleagues for dinner at Ramen Ten. Too bad, SL couldn't tag along. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgIwrAL9I/AAAAAAAACqc/DV4G3p-jRtA/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386319172054994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgIwrAL9I/AAAAAAAACqc/DV4G3p-jRtA/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went gaga over the other version of me. Woohoo! -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgI7Y6cuI/AAAAAAAACqU/zR_PHVlCzrY/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386322048971490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgI7Y6cuI/AAAAAAAACqU/zR_PHVlCzrY/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what. They brought their boyfriends along. TSK. I even thought of renting one guy to be my bf for that night only okay! Sadly, all booked. Wakakabum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgJNwFYII/AAAAAAAACqk/nRTjyp0rEC8/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386326977994882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SesgJNwFYII/AAAAAAAACqk/nRTjyp0rEC8/s320/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered spicy karage and blue lime soda. As expected, i wasted money and food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG TSK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Tomorrow, the start of my third year. Haiya. Schooling lorrrr. Sianzation. I'm not looking forward for it. I have wild thoughts running in my mind now. Haiya. How to survive i tell you? Let's hope for the best. There's always wisdom behind everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, met up with Rosie today. She was willing to accompany me shopping. Hahax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ros, my mum is okay with the long dress but not the bag. Hahs. She said that it was too big for me. Hahax. TanQ Ros for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf2j_2GXI/AAAAAAAACp8/bLmcz6pbGDE/s1600-h/P1030811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386006532168050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf2j_2GXI/AAAAAAAACp8/bLmcz6pbGDE/s320/P1030811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll miss them&lt;/span&gt;. Please, except SL can? Walao, see his face for another year! -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Berani buat, berani tanggung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1864917784215099881-838974339534400724?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/838974339534400724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/838974339534400724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/wa-ta-nas-su-re-lets-start-with-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sesf1baHU4I/AAAAAAAACpk/ZjYlvl8Cfs8/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1968777872922513225</id><published>2009-04-14T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:04:50.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! I'm backkkkkk. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First and foremost, tanQ to those who wished me with all your oh-so-touching messages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9 April&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After work, met up with ARK. Wee~ Long time no see, huh? Wakaka. As usual, gossip and gossip. Haha. Not really, it was more to sharing stories session and &lt;em&gt;luahan hati?&lt;/em&gt; Muahaha. As expected, celebrated dayak's birthday. EXPECTED HUH? haha. It was kinda surprised that they bought an oh-so-cute truffle cake and yeah, it was so-oh-chocolatey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSlljzTKbI/AAAAAAAACpE/0IHB14RrgF4/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562724142918066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSlljzTKbI/AAAAAAAACpE/0IHB14RrgF4/s320/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ama bought for us &lt;s&gt;onde-onde&lt;/s&gt; oleh-oleh (souvenir) from Hong Kong okays! Weee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;12 April&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mum was busy preparing Nasi Briyani Chicken, &lt;em&gt;sambal goreng pengantin&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ayam masak merah. &lt;/em&gt;Seriously speaking, mum sacrificed her sleep just to prepare oh-so-delicious food for me for my birthday celebration. Now tell me. How can I not love her? I advised her not to trouble herself as she was kinda sick but she insisted. What did i reply? My favourite sentence, "By all means". Hahs. Hey, at least i helped her too okays. See, how can she not love me? Wakakakabum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSlzGlM8bI/AAAAAAAACpU/jQir-_u-C0A/s1600-h/P1030673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562956817330610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSlzGlM8bI/AAAAAAAACpU/jQir-_u-C0A/s320/P1030673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the pic above because...err.. i was pretty there? Nyehehe. However, andy spoilt it by his movements! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSlzDtNz1I/AAAAAAAACpc/0y-8ZCtGwHg/s1600-h/P1030674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562956045635410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSlzDtNz1I/AAAAAAAACpc/0y-8ZCtGwHg/s320/P1030674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd shot, almost perfect. Thanks to my unglam face now. Haiyak dush!&lt;br /&gt;Note: Hazelnut cake for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSllmKsUuI/AAAAAAAACpM/IIGVcgF30ls/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562724777906914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSllmKsUuI/AAAAAAAACpM/IIGVcgF30ls/s320/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a WOW watch from swatch. Watch swatch. Swatch watch. Cooollll. Hahax. Ohya, not forgetting the tigger. It's mine!!! My new friend to talk to. :)&lt;br /&gt;Note: Ian's face. Chicken ppooxxxx... Ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;13 April&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting day i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;All the messages... *shake head*... seriously touching.&lt;br /&gt;I teared after i read messages from yh &amp;amp; especially xf. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning sia...12 AM made me sad already. Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;Also, PL had to contribute MORE to my sadness in the night. Walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, the most exciting part of the day was when M (my colleague) wished me around 6plus am. I denied that it was my birthday and she went bonkers, confirming with the rest of my colleague. Haha. Tsktsktsk. Long story cut short. She went madder when she realized i cheated her feelings. Hahax. However, she &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was so sweet to rush to McCafe early in the morning (and was kinda late to work) to buy oreo cheesecake, my favourite for me. Ahh, touching. She knows me for only 7 weeks and willing to go to that extend which my friends who might knows me for 7 years might not go to that extend. Haha. Now, how can i not love her too? Wakaka. And yeah, tanQ to my colleagues for not-so-loud birthday song! haha. TanQ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSllc6EdqI/AAAAAAAACo0/5BRdPzMXu1M/s1600-h/bdae1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562722292266658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSllc6EdqI/AAAAAAAACo0/5BRdPzMXu1M/s320/bdae1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you, tanQ for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it that i love you too much.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says i'm stupid for not letting it go.&lt;br /&gt;I shall try although i don't know with what ways.&lt;br /&gt;But i shall try. Oh no. I WILL do it.&lt;br /&gt;It's time, dayak. Move on bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching on that, readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are you willing to give a third chance to your partner/friend/colleague when he/she asking for forgiveness? But the mistakes they made before were all similar. Do you believe that he/she will change if you give him/her the third chance? You know, once bitten twice shy, twice bitten thrice die? hahax. Well, will you? Then if you give him/her the third chance and he/she decides to take advantage of the chance and repeat the same mistakes again and asks for forgiveness again...Will there be a fourth chance? Fifth chance and so forth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you? Well, perhaps forgive but can't forget. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSllfCfoQI/AAAAAAAACo8/tgzGIuYpDjs/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562722864472322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSllfCfoQI/AAAAAAAACo8/tgzGIuYpDjs/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TanQ for the wishes again and it's time to enjoy my last teen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1968777872922513225?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1968777872922513225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1968777872922513225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/hola-im-backkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SeSlljzTKbI/AAAAAAAACpE/0IHB14RrgF4/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7749162786295787839</id><published>2009-04-13T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:09:11.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7749162786295787839?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7749162786295787839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7749162786295787839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-7120084342512309001</id><published>2009-04-13T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:05:44.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angels just have to make me sad early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;Miss you peeps.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the moments we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;My one and only clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for more!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAKABUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-7120084342512309001?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7120084342512309001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/7120084342512309001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/angels-just-have-to-make-me-sad-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-3816423116100124894</id><published>2009-04-11T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:46:14.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New song!!! Haha. I know some people will go..BLEAH..AKON?? WTH?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;As if i care! My blog my &lt;em&gt;pasal&lt;/em&gt; lah! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "love" the song because.. AKON SANG IT FOR ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna make up right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna make up right now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wish we never broke up right now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We need to link up right now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, told ya. Akon sang the song specially for me. *glittering eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you he was my once upon a time boyfriend? Too bad, you miss me and i don't. Hahax. I know, over already. &lt;em&gt;Perasaan tolx&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to update what happpened last thursday but...&lt;br /&gt;Later lah. hahaha! Suspense...jeng jeng jeng.&lt;br /&gt;*slap forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya gems. Didn't get what i wished for.&lt;br /&gt;Love relations was full when i logged in. I saw the etiquette module on friday was still opened. However, the processing was so slow and it was unsuccessful. It happened for the 1st time. I don't know who or what is to be blamed. Is it me, the connection, the website or the ____?&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i chose the same module but is on thursday. Surprisingly, got the same class with my two angels. Pl, i understand how you feel. We shall meet up often kays? And please, don't regret for what you have decided kays? You know, we''ll always be with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok chiow chin chow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-3816423116100124894?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3816423116100124894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/3816423116100124894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-song-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-1535880036967630833</id><published>2009-04-07T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:24:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! Miss me? Aww. You do. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a memorable day for me. Yeah right. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;I fell. IN the TC. Wow-ness. Paiseh of course. Fell on my knees okays!! Ohya, beside was a malay auntie. Fuh! The way she responded, super sia! &lt;em&gt;Melatah abes.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Thanks to the pool of water IN the TC. Grrr. Blue-black sia. Sob3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks peeps for the, "YOU MAY RISE". Wa-ta-shi-tu-re sia!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdtloDt8dNI/AAAAAAAACos/lDVoUP0Jiu4/s1600-h/007_cartoon_fish_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321959123535557842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdtloDt8dNI/AAAAAAAACos/lDVoUP0Jiu4/s320/007_cartoon_fish_01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something smells fishy here. Errr, i mean everywhere. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting friends soon. Yeay! Too bad, last week didn't manage to meet my two lovely friends due to... you know i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited: Ian kena chicken pox. AHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I'm running away from her. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. *shrugged*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-1535880036967630833?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1535880036967630833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/1535880036967630833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/hola-miss-me-aww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdtloDt8dNI/AAAAAAAACos/lDVoUP0Jiu4/s72-c/007_cartoon_fish_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2332333558406932064</id><published>2009-04-04T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:43:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmy. People do appreciate my &lt;em&gt;karya&lt;/em&gt; (poetry). Weee~~ hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She even wanted to use my &lt;em&gt;sajak&lt;/em&gt; for her presentation. Woah! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. What's the big deal huh? hahax.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long period of time since i last created &lt;em&gt;sajak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read back all my &lt;em&gt;karya&lt;/em&gt;. Funny. I couldn't remember how i managed to write such a "nice" poetry. Lol! I remembered my malay teacher chose me to write &lt;em&gt;sajak&lt;/em&gt; for a competition. In the end, my malay teacher misplaced my &lt;em&gt;sajak&lt;/em&gt; and out we went! hahax. Haish. &lt;em&gt;Penat otak aku fikir tros hilang gitu jek. Tsktsktsk. Tak patut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;em&gt;sajak&lt;/em&gt;-ing. Reciting poetry, i mean. Be it in english or malay. I just love it! One major decision that i made and regretted, i was chosen to recite &lt;em&gt;sajak&lt;/em&gt; when i was sec 2/3 but instead i chose to join cheerleaders. -____- Funny when i remembered my teacher pleaded me. LOL! Hahax. Oops. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my random &lt;em&gt;sajak&lt;/em&gt;. I think i used it for my &lt;em&gt;Sukma Budaya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pengorbanan ibu dan ayah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamulah segalanya bagiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamulah ratu hatiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang mencegaku sejak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku mengenali duniaku ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang mencegahku dari kesalahanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang mendidikku dengan penuh kasih sayangmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamulah lambang cintaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janganlah degil, ikut perintah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itulah kata-katamu Ayah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu berkorban demi anakmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu bersusah payah demi anakmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu mencari nafkah yang halal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semuanya untuk keselesaanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu bagai semut bekerja keras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu bagai lebah mencari madu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu inginkan aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagai rama-rama berterbang kebebasan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanpa kesusahan, tanpa kesukaran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengetepikan perkara yang nahi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengetepikan dunia bermukah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengetepikan dunia kebebasan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pesanan Ibu dan Ayah sentiasa diingati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak terlepas dari ingatanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menyingkirkan nafsi, peteras mahupun pertentengan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Membuka pintu hati bak tabuk yang ditembusi cahaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pabila pawaka, pawana kencang melanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ketakutan, kerisauan hadir di tubuhku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelukan Ibu dan Ayah mengubati kelukaan di hatiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gejala kasih suci Ibu dan Ayah yang ku lihat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku menghargai segala pengorbananmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akan ku balas jasamu yang indah itu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janji manis ku pada mu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu...Ayah... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*copyright!* hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As life goes on I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I want to take this time out to apologize for things I have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And things that have not occurred yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the things they don’t want to take responsibility for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, no. That's not my poetry. Lol. It's interesting, huh? Well, quoted it from "Sorry, Blame it on me-Akon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You can put the blame on me. *nodding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-dayak-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2332333558406932064?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2332333558406932064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2332333558406932064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8497478325143658888</id><published>2009-04-02T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:28:16.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, some things are better to be kept. Some things are better not to tell you yet. I'm afraid, once i tell you. I've to face a serious consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was a rich girl.......nanananannanana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*editted.&lt;br /&gt;Time-table is out. Wowness. Now i'm thinking which day is the best to attend gems. Oh, i glanced through my class list. Hmm. Of course, i'm the only malay girl. There's a malay guy. He used to be my drama mates. Hahax. I'm still thinking whether i should show my true funky colours or pretending is still the best choice? Haiya. Mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Keep this in mind, i'll always say/write/type in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8497478325143658888?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8497478325143658888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8497478325143658888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-some-things-are-better-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-4527106335719950604</id><published>2009-04-01T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:42:25.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heloha! I'm so tired.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; *yawn*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i realized that working life is tough. No wonder i want school to re-open....FAST!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Last Sunday, attended my second cousin's wedding. A lot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;As what we'll always says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Kita yang merancang, Allah yang menentukan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(We plan everything but God will decide on everything? hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZ8hgR9I/AAAAAAAACok/kPgTB9Bcx10/s1600-h/P1030577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738967109683154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZ8hgR9I/AAAAAAAACok/kPgTB9Bcx10/s320/P1030577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZhEAYXI/AAAAAAAACoU/IynMvFQ9AqY/s1600-h/P1030574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738959738200434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZhEAYXI/AAAAAAAACoU/IynMvFQ9AqY/s320/P1030574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in blue! So were my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZt7KykI/AAAAAAAACoc/X8AWRRgh4gA/s1600-h/P1030592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738963190794818" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZt7KykI/AAAAAAAACoc/X8AWRRgh4gA/s320/P1030592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and second cousin. They're 13 years old this year. Dammit. Someone is taller than me and someone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be taller than me. Ggggrrr. I'm short :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Final year project. Hmm. We can do it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tetapi, apakan daya. Aku masih berasa janggal atas kehadiran teman2 baru. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tidak tahu bagaimana mereka menyelesaikan sesuatu seperti projek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan seseorang telah pun tertekan atas kehadiran ku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenapa? Sebab seseorang itu ingat aku amatlah garang. Aduiyai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Padahal....padahal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. I don't know why i really want to meet/hear you. Maybe because i miss u SO much? Lol. I miss your voice/jokes. Are you going to surprise me by calling me after 3 years of MIA? Fat hope. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss you, friend. Really. I don't know what's happening. Care to share? Haish. Have to let go huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. Friend, i'm really happy for you. I was grinning all the way when you told me the good news. Good luck, friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meeting two friends soon. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Mum kept reminding me of the number 19. Matured. Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saw one _____ acting crazy. I thought _______ are perfect. Lol! Bad impression! Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7. I finally have 4 aims/goals/wishes in my life. Hope to fulfill them within 3 years? lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mum finally gave me a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; light. Who wanna be my boy-friend? Hahax. *slap forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9. I miss my 4A classmates and my angels. PL, u ok mah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Watanassure. Heisanassah to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZHNPtRI/AAAAAAAACoM/mqbTQrlJeJI/s1600-h/P1030559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738952797631762" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZHNPtRI/AAAAAAAACoM/mqbTQrlJeJI/s320/P1030559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-4527106335719950604?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4527106335719950604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/4527106335719950604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/heloha-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SdOCZ8hgR9I/AAAAAAAACok/kPgTB9Bcx10/s72-c/P1030577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5522238518096528203</id><published>2009-03-28T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:55:30.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WooohoooooWooohooooWoohooooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt; hahax. Sot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, &lt;em&gt;alhamdulilah&lt;/em&gt; (thank god). I've got what i opted for. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;They've decided to place me in &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pfm option&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Decided kape?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to be in the same class with all my present classmates that opted for pfm too. Plus, new classmates too. Hhhmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 weeks more to the end of attachment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 weeks more to the start of my last year in poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insyallah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty excited actually to start my school again. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i miss schooling? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i miss my angels!!! hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Miss xf's crapness! Miss pl's lameness! Miss yh's blurness! hahahaha! oopsssyy...&lt;br /&gt;I know you miss my sweetness. *wink2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, boss (is it boss? hahax) decided to treat us lunch. There was a mini buffet at the pantry. Free lunch! YEAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hf6jIZrI/AAAAAAAACnM/8pdEKpV2wG8/s1600-h/P1030451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318084304659048114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hf6jIZrI/AAAAAAAACnM/8pdEKpV2wG8/s320/P1030451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurp! Yummy food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hgb1zoFI/AAAAAAAACnc/ICYs0RlOc30/s1600-h/P1030455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318084313595748434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hgb1zoFI/AAAAAAAACnc/ICYs0RlOc30/s320/P1030455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went WO-AH at the sight of the veggies. Hahax. Just imagine, you ordered sweet and sour fish. But the veggies in the dish itself outnumbered the fish. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hgiYzMZI/AAAAAAAACnk/ITqyUrE0azk/s1600-h/P1030462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318084315353133458" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hgiYzMZI/AAAAAAAACnk/ITqyUrE0azk/s320/P1030462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some just had to stand while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hgPnLcSI/AAAAAAAACnU/CKoqR1YO3eU/s1600-h/P1030452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318084310313169186" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hgPnLcSI/AAAAAAAACnU/CKoqR1YO3eU/s320/P1030452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While someone just had to think whether to eat or not.&lt;br /&gt;Angels, the pic above is for you. Who knows, you miss him. Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hfQ5fxwI/AAAAAAAACnE/GDtVu5LrX3o/s1600-h/P1030430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318084293478565634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hfQ5fxwI/AAAAAAAACnE/GDtVu5LrX3o/s320/P1030430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made yesterday looked like the last day of our attachment.&lt;br /&gt;We were cam&lt;s&gt;sluting&lt;/s&gt;whoring! hahax. We had fun! Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i would like to apologize to you all. You know, i'm a bit serious when it comes to work like the report thingy and stuff. So, i'm sorry if i "accidentally" raised my voice or vent my anger at you guys. Hehe. It comes naturally, you see. :X&lt;br /&gt;But, fret not. I'm friendly and can be slack at times. Hee. Sorry hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, guys and love ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;We can do it! 3 weeks more people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5522238518096528203?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5522238518096528203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5522238518096528203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/wooohooooowooohoooowoohooooooooo-hahax.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sc2hf6jIZrI/AAAAAAAACnM/8pdEKpV2wG8/s72-c/P1030451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2208475923634786009</id><published>2009-03-23T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:30:46.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sianzation. Tired. Restless. Hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SceqYGbFOUI/AAAAAAAACm0/pVk7Ob1qGrg/s1600-h/P1030384.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316405216151943490" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SceqYGbFOUI/AAAAAAAACm0/pVk7Ob1qGrg/s320/P1030384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We're way too beauuuuttiiiffullll, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SceqY45jPWI/AAAAAAAACm8/uchoqs9x9Wg/s1600-h/P1030402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316405229701512546" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SceqY45jPWI/AAAAAAAACm8/uchoqs9x9Wg/s320/P1030402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Guess what. I'm missing you. Yes, you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SceqXQ9w-xI/AAAAAAAACms/IPaVGgXH7bc/s1600-h/P1030405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316405201801902866" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SceqXQ9w-xI/AAAAAAAACms/IPaVGgXH7bc/s320/P1030405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dayak.&lt;/span&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/1864917784215099881-2208475923634786009?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2208475923634786009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2208475923634786009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/sianzation.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SceqYGbFOUI/AAAAAAAACm0/pVk7Ob1qGrg/s72-c/P1030384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-2370078001742531617</id><published>2009-03-19T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:38:19.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the toot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood boiled again!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TREAT ME LIKE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;Just because i'm malay and you assumed that i don't understand mandarin, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're wrong. Yes, i'm malay but hey the sentences you said i do understand you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a vcd and wanted to pay for it. I was waiting &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PATIENTLY&lt;/span&gt; at the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;Like 5-10 minutes? Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt; was standing there "busying" checking her dunnoe-what-papers. So, being a good girl, i decided NOT to disturb her. Then, her colleague came to the cashier and kindly served me.&lt;br /&gt;Her colleague asked the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt; in mandarin, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"You didn't see her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt; replied in mandarin, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"How would i know what she wants. She just stand here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt; Idiot. You're not the worker there meh? You can't ask meh? Walaowei.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not answering her in ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of saying &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"YOU'RE TOO BUSY TO REALIZE I'M HERE OR MAYBE I'M TOO SMALL FOR YOU TO REALIZE". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fed up and showed a black face. Boycott your outlet also then you know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to deserve all these shitty services?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of my service to the residents when picking up their calls?&lt;br /&gt;No way. I am polite.&lt;br /&gt;Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To Aden, take care okays. Hope u're okay sia. Ur sickness isnt tat bad rite? Errr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And hey! TOOT CRS! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-2370078001742531617?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2370078001742531617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/2370078001742531617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-toot-blood-boiled-again-why-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-8003972003960447233</id><published>2009-03-18T23:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:05:20.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;301th post since 050507. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Results. Hhhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah.&lt;/em&gt; I'm contented with the results :)&lt;br /&gt;Except for CRS. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Why many students scored badly for this particular module huh?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of our argumentative essays that are so "well-done"? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro decided to treat the fam to pastamania at west mall outlet.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wanna boycott that outlet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Once bitten, twice shy. Twice bitten, thrice die."&lt;/span&gt; Wo-ah. Rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad impression on them when i made my first delivery call order (west mall outlet). That was last month? Can you believe it, the delivery man came almost TWO hours later? Grr. The delivery man explained that a lot of deliveries had to be made before me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I thought you riders have to deliver the food within half an hour? And better still, the pastas and pizzas i ordered were super duper &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COLD.&lt;/span&gt; Wow. Good job. *clap2* There goes my first time trying pastamania. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"GOOD" experience indeed.&lt;/span&gt; Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, eating at the outlet itself also problems could occur. Haish. TSK. I just don't like the idea of us ordering and taking the drinks ourselves. I find it like.... bothersome. Ok fine. The advantage of it is that we need not have to pay service charge. BUT the main issue here is that the GERL who served me was quite rude can? I was ordering and she kepo-kepo seeing people's order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT IS THE USE OF ASKING MY ORDER IF YOU DON'T EVEN CARE OF WHAT I'M ORDERING?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrr. Oh, she kept asking me to repeat what i had said. For sure, she didn't even care about me. ROAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super duper fed up already okays!! My blood started to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;boil even more&lt;/span&gt; when my drink came about 45 mins later...when i finished my spaghetti. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ScEQQOjIHYI/AAAAAAAACmM/1FE2miCYlbk/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314546906243276162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ScEQQOjIHYI/AAAAAAAACmM/1FE2miCYlbk/s200/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spag i ate. I had no mood to take pictures. Thanks ehk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;15 mins &lt;/span&gt;after i ordered, sis decided to ask the manager (i think he is since he wore black tee) about my drink. He replied that one of them was making it for me. Oh, i ordered &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strawberry italian soda&lt;/span&gt; anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;30 mins later&lt;/span&gt;, still no sight of my drink. Then, we decided to ask again. Of course must ask what, paid already whattttt....! THEN, they took such a LONG TIME to finally realized that they didn't make one for me. -_____________-&lt;br /&gt;Sis even said, "Your soda from italian thats why took so long." Yada yada yada. Sorry take lorry lah. hahaha. FED UP SIA!!! Boycott that outlet ah! TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely ordered the same drink when i was about to go off. NOT BAD EHK! They managed to make the drink like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE min&lt;/span&gt;? But why just now while dining the drink had to be made like almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE hour&lt;/span&gt;?! Tsktsktsktskstsksk! No wonder no service charge. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i was kinda mean but GRRR! I just don't like it can? Omgosh. Thanks to the residents that have been complaining to the call centre. I learn how to complain and be a fastidious person from them. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Sianzation liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-8003972003960447233?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8003972003960447233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/8003972003960447233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/301th-post-since-050507.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/ScEQQOjIHYI/AAAAAAAACmM/1FE2miCYlbk/s72-c/DSC01412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864917784215099881.post-5852758489106182799</id><published>2009-03-15T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:15:42.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sby54PhbGaI/AAAAAAAACl8/oofe-jUrb1U/s1600-h/P1030362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313326036280875426" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sby54PhbGaI/AAAAAAAACl8/oofe-jUrb1U/s200/P1030362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(belated)&lt;/span&gt; 19th dearest xf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your wish come true and enjoy your last teen while it lasts! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry hor, didn't manage to send your pictures asap. Been sick and tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrH_jzNgB5k&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swensens to "celebrate cum meet up" with my angels.&lt;br /&gt;As expected, talked about itp etc etc etc. Oh, i ate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sby54AsUn1I/AAAAAAAACmE/lg-WzhAcjnM/s1600-h/P1030366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313326032300056402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sby54AsUn1I/AAAAAAAACmE/lg-WzhAcjnM/s200/P1030366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli fish pasta.&lt;br /&gt;O-kays lah... if only it's more spicy, it would be WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up at my work on friday. I was so bloody nervous can? Haish. I hate it man.&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i'm sick. Cool or what? Coollllll.&lt;br /&gt;Been stressing on everything.&lt;br /&gt;I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;And i should learn how to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, dayak.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results in 3 days time. Cool or what? Coolllllll.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous. Servous. Bervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dayak-&lt;br /&gt;Please don't pressurize me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864917784215099881-5852758489106182799?l=speakupbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5852758489106182799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864917784215099881/posts/default/5852758489106182799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupbabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-of-all-happy-belated-19th-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/SRm4OWwvtoI/AAAAAAAABkY/xdIuy7TO5a0/S220/sP1010681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qIWkfg46pQ/Sby54PhbGaI/AAAAAAAACl8/oofe-jUrb1U/s72-c/P1030362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
