<?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-7564560640043336090</id><updated>2012-02-11T22:29:50.644+08:00</updated><category term='girlfriends'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='Medicine'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Colleges'/><category term='Love'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy-84-ArTaA/TWkp213oCsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZZV7Oqyk3qk/s320/26022011609.jpg'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='Future'/><category term='h m'/><title type='text'>of Stilettos &amp; Sneakers</title><subtitle type='html'>Best of Both World.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2920730220464883128</id><published>2012-02-11T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T22:25:01.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes!</title><content type='html'>I always have a lots of birthday wishes, thus... I blog about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Although I wish for all these, I never really did care if I got it or not. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a millionaire's daughter for one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6d5CuxfBJfw/TzZ2p9Va5jI/AAAAAAAAAcc/X5nZdgWGZGQ/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6d5CuxfBJfw/TzZ2p9Va5jI/AAAAAAAAAcc/X5nZdgWGZGQ/s320/04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss &amp;amp; Tell Platform Pumps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHYQG9PFY7c/TzZ2rXZlBbI/AAAAAAAAAck/ERVGgDwiKns/s1600/IMG_1365_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHYQG9PFY7c/TzZ2rXZlBbI/AAAAAAAAAck/ERVGgDwiKns/s320/IMG_1365_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Any makeup brushes set *LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIzSwnArcuI/TzZ2spZ_OcI/AAAAAAAAAco/P4ySIQ4SUNs/s1600/P267200_hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIzSwnArcuI/TzZ2spZ_OcI/AAAAAAAAAco/P4ySIQ4SUNs/s1600/P267200_hero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Urban Decay Naked Pallete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmG54OrCfgY/TzZ2tfpR6YI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QYUOUa0SzdQ/s1600/mia11-500x332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmG54OrCfgY/TzZ2tfpR6YI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QYUOUa0SzdQ/s320/mia11-500x332.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clarisonic Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGQtNpzutdU/TzZ2vrJdZzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/W86SBzUm1Ww/s1600/tumblr_lx0j67HF5L1qbtx90o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGQtNpzutdU/TzZ2vrJdZzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/W86SBzUm1Ww/s320/tumblr_lx0j67HF5L1qbtx90o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Furla Candy Boston Bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSt7B0cTp7k/TzZ5VyiL4yI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yIZD5GjLzNU/s1600/marc-jacobs-francesca-light-brown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSt7B0cTp7k/TzZ5VyiL4yI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yIZD5GjLzNU/s320/marc-jacobs-francesca-light-brown.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs Classic Q Francesca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4guKqGen7A/TzZ5YZzdk-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/4CmkKeqeiRY/s1600/splurge-vs-steal-411-(13)-s2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4guKqGen7A/TzZ5YZzdk-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/4CmkKeqeiRY/s1600/splurge-vs-steal-411-(13)-s2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Colour Block Blazers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo.. there you go. Haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even a gadget in sight huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a big fan actually. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciates any fashion item though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, makeups too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Enough dreaming for tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2920730220464883128?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2920730220464883128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2920730220464883128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2920730220464883128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2920730220464883128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2012/02/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes!'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6d5CuxfBJfw/TzZ2p9Va5jI/AAAAAAAAAcc/X5nZdgWGZGQ/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7123259051457651706</id><published>2011-10-25T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:04:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Girl !</title><content type='html'>As'salam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog had been literally abandoned by me since the last post ! Well, I have been very busy with work, programs, commitments and more since then. :) I had been involved in a community program at Negeri Sembilan, I opened up a booth for an event in UiTM, then there's all this assignment and aerobic sessions, there was also the elderly program by MBPJ where my whole class was involved, then there's our innovation project. Phewwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the end of it however, this weekend I've a Chic Pop date with my girls followed by an aerobic courses on the following day. Well, and the student's life again starts with test ! Not to mentioned, final research are going on now. Not just me, but this applies to my whole class. So far, I haven't seen a single person flopped out yet. :) I don't think I ever will as we survived last semester *one of the most horrible semester ever* therefore I doubt that we would ever give up NOW. No, no way. Not at the very end of the journey to get that scroll of Bachelor of Physiotherapy with Honours !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual I'm rambling and imagining stuffs again. I would love to update about all the programs and events I've been involved but yet I am still busy. Maybe one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7123259051457651706?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7123259051457651706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7123259051457651706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7123259051457651706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7123259051457651706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-girl.html' title='Super Girl !'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-300613705752775830</id><published>2011-09-27T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:13:40.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I do complains sometimes my life are to... un-eventful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I am bundled up with works after 3 weeks of class. The worst thing is that I just have no idea where should I start. After 2 weeks of procrastinating, I started on some of my works tonight. Repeat, SOME. and it's not even that much. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am a procrastinator. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Kahwin nak cepat pulak kan?* &lt;/span&gt;LOL !&lt;br /&gt;This is always been a bad habit of mine ! Besides not being able to wake up early easily, not knowing how to cook, yadayadayada.. okay fine. I have to admit I have LOTS of flaws. So future husband, please bear with me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, assignments.. Normal. I already have a few. Highlight of the semester is our Geriartric Program in collaboration with MBPJ. :) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*To those who're confused, geriartrics means older person or "Warga Emas"*&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I love handling programs, but sometimes it exhausts me. Believe me, handling old people is not as easy as it looks. &amp;nbsp;I'll talk more about this in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, my head is spinning and eyes are begging me to close them till next week. Okay, tak lawak. I just wanna make a shout out. This morning we voted for our 3 months clinical placement next March. Ehem ehem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO HOSPITAL SELAYANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Love is going away for the weekend. No, that is an understatement. He is going away for a freaking 4 days ! :'( Over much? Haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-300613705752775830?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/300613705752775830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=300613705752775830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/300613705752775830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/300613705752775830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1306227712885276835</id><published>2011-09-18T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:53:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelaki Ini.</title><content type='html'>Boys. Men. Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who had just gone through a -- i wouldn't call it breakup -- situation with a very close guy. He's not exactly her boyfriend, neither is he her best friend. Scandal? I don't know. Best described as someone she's trying to open up her heart to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy claim that he loves her and that he's willing to wait for her. He claims that he's sincere, honest and most importantly, LOYAL. This is all his promise even after she broke his heart, not once but twice. Earlier, she just couldn't open up to him. They're living in two very very different world. He didn't gives up and keep trying to woe her, and at last she manages to open up her heart to him, bit by bit. Slowly, as she realises he is a nice guy and how can she ever find another man like him in this men eat men's world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be boys right? They just couldn't settle for only ONE. They need more. NOT all the boys/men are the same. Only some of them. Still, why? Unfortunately, after not seeing each other for several weeks they went on a date. Out of the blue, she questions him about his past. Confidently, he denied. Somehow, her heart think twice. She ask him for his phone and *bam*. He panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, she found out he is still texting FLIRTATIOUSLY with a girl from the past. Not only that, there were several other girls too. Why? Like seriously why? After what he claims, after what he promises, why? Maybe maybe she hurt him. Okay that is an understatement. She did hurt him, left him broken hearted before, BUT this is no reason to be dishonest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left him cause she couldn't hurt him by pretending that everything would turn out fine. She left him so that he could fine another girl that could love him better. She left him cause she care. But she didn't left him entirely, no? She came back, and open up her heart. An action to make up for what she did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he have to LIE to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boys, guys or men out there. Why oh why does this thing happen? Are we to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't PROMISE. don't GIVE HOPES. NEVER EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As girls and women holds on to words forever. We never forgets. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: that boy still claim he's innocent. Bitchslap please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1306227712885276835?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1306227712885276835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1306227712885276835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1306227712885276835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1306227712885276835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/lelaki-ini.html' title='Lelaki Ini.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5713818189139280569</id><published>2011-09-09T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:23:36.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Cruelty</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be getting ready for an outside dinner with my family later this evening, but I just am gonna take a little time to post about this as it breaks my heart seeing all this cruelty in Malaysia !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they may not be human but their Allah's creation too ! Haven't it be stated that we must treat Allah's creation with justice and humanity ? Cats or dogs regardless what kind of animal they are they are innocent ! Why do these people have to treat them like a lifeless creatures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petknode! This is an evidence of how greedy a human can be ! *sigh* You can look up for updates about this case &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ktaj0311"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The fact that authorities not taking any actions earlier is heartbreaking too. Malaysians and animal lovers are practically swearing up to their heads !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This ! OMG this is unbelievable ! A beautiful cat, innocent cat was tortured alive until she lost all 4 of her paws ! Gila lah manusia manusia ni! &amp;nbsp;Cuba kau bayang kan kau kudung semuanya sampai terpaksa "direhatkan" selamanya?? I found about this cat named Momo through a re-tweet by my friend which directed me to this &lt;a href="http://tatiambia.blogspot.com/2011/09/momo-malaysian-cat-tortured-alive-saved.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. You can read the full stories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously all those animal abusers,what are you? I'm pretty sure you're not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My cat family will soon be bigger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-3CdvWbSa8/Tmna01RHPBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-EpcaTbuJHE/s1600/255473_2113851848644_1316125820_32526972_7627020_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-3CdvWbSa8/Tmna01RHPBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-EpcaTbuJHE/s320/255473_2113851848644_1316125820_32526972_7627020_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;KIKI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIVyBl7fhPA/Tmna1Fins8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/1Bn33-iucPc/s1600/262691_2242631468054_1316125820_32642381_88643_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIVyBl7fhPA/Tmna1Fins8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/1Bn33-iucPc/s320/262691_2242631468054_1316125820_32642381_88643_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CLEO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5713818189139280569?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5713818189139280569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5713818189139280569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5713818189139280569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5713818189139280569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/animal-cruelty.html' title='Animal Cruelty'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-3CdvWbSa8/Tmna01RHPBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-EpcaTbuJHE/s72-c/255473_2113851848644_1316125820_32526972_7627020_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8153549562883809804</id><published>2011-09-07T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:46:25.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Start</title><content type='html'>I am having mixed feelings about starting class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the fact that I can relax and don't have to think about assignments and class. Ofcourse ! The fact that I could wake up at any time of the day is to be love love love ! Sometimes you just have to have that option once in a while. *wink* Okay yes, I am just plain lazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, being a girl that just could not sit tight for too long... I hate hate hate the long holiday period ! Over 4 months, I've worked 3 kind of jobs. Amongst the 3, well lets just say I prefer being a student more. So, going back to class is a joy, at least in one way I'll always have something to do. Oh! Not to mention that atleast I feel like life is going somewhere and I want that somewhere to be a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;graduation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ufid2MgK1cI/TmcgUjXpLOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nzuBIYApQRY/s1600/didit.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ufid2MgK1cI/TmcgUjXpLOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nzuBIYApQRY/s320/didit.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to everyone who is feeling sad about leaving the comfort of your own home for the sake of studies put a positive thought inside you. At least you can now finish what you started and then went back home, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;for good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Not to mention it is our FINAL YEAR ! *woohoo*&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, wishing all of you in my class and also any readers of mine &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Luck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I hope that we all achieve what we'd wanted in the 1st place after enrolling in the university !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS224/07, maybe we can do this together next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wV8BvSDHVOE/TmcgVVwZlmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/88tGTeT3qzw/s1600/Toss-Hats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wV8BvSDHVOE/TmcgVVwZlmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/88tGTeT3qzw/s320/Toss-Hats.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My class timetable is getting shorter and less packed each semester. LOL !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8153549562883809804?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8153549562883809804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8153549562883809804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8153549562883809804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8153549562883809804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/semester-start.html' title='Semester Start'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ufid2MgK1cI/TmcgUjXpLOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nzuBIYApQRY/s72-c/didit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3104614114821468230</id><published>2011-09-05T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:56:24.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Lookbook</title><content type='html'>This is a site for you to look through all these Raya Fashions !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice of the owner to set up things like this ! Easy reference I might say? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eidlookbook.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://eidlookbook.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you looking for fashion inspiration I'd suggest &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/"&gt;Lookbook&lt;/a&gt; or&lt;a href="http://divapinkishisme.tumblr.com/"&gt; Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, whichever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Check out my &lt;a href="http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-fashion.html"&gt;Raya Fashion&lt;/a&gt; post as I will be updating it with pictures !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3104614114821468230?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3104614114821468230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3104614114821468230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3104614114821468230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3104614114821468230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-lookbook.html' title='Raya Lookbook'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2721697992057789854</id><published>2011-09-05T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:51:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yIQY0UTt7U/TmOoFVB4_NI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9PNJhLTnOGc/s1600/original_open-english-mission.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yIQY0UTt7U/TmOoFVB4_NI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9PNJhLTnOGc/s320/original_open-english-mission.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tajuk&lt;i&gt; post &lt;/i&gt;kali ini adalah &lt;i&gt;"english"&lt;/i&gt; tetapi saya akan berbahasa melayu sepanjang &lt;i&gt;entry&lt;/i&gt; ini. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*okay, tak mungkin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa dengan english? Begini ceritanya, selalu saja saya terbaca di laman sesawang &lt;i&gt;Facebook&lt;/i&gt; status rakan rakan yang menggunakan &lt;i&gt;english&lt;/i&gt;. Ini termasuklah diri ini. Tapi, perlu diingatkan di sini entry ini BUKAN untuk mengutuk menghina mencaci mengherdik mereka mereka ini dan mungkin diri saya sendiri juga. TAPI hanyalah sekadar NASIHAT &amp;amp; PERINGATAN. Jadi, janganlah ada yang sentap lepas baca. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selalu sangat saya terbaca di &lt;i&gt;Facebook status english&lt;/i&gt; yang maksudnya sepatutnya sangat mendalam. Tapi malang, kerana penggunaan &lt;i&gt;English&lt;/i&gt; yang salah, struktur ayat yang salah ataupun &lt;i&gt;direct translation&lt;/i&gt; dari bahasa melayu ke &lt;i&gt;english&lt;/i&gt; menyebabkan status status yang bagus ini kadang kadang kurang difahami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa? Ain berlagak? Tak ! Bukan nak meninggi diri. Ain bukan cikgu &lt;i&gt;english &lt;/i&gt;dan ain tak hebat pun. Cuma dari pembacaan dan pembelajaran selama hidup 21 tahun ini &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*tua rasa* &lt;/span&gt;dapatlah kesan kesalahan kesalahan ini. Sedikit sebanyak, dalam entry ini dapatlah kita belajar sama sama kan? :) Sejujurnya, di sekolah dulu Ain sangatlah lemah dan tak yakin langsung nak bertutur dengan bahasa inggeris. Risau takut Ain tak dapat bersaing untuk dapatkan kerja dan bergaul di masa hadapan, abah hantar ain &lt;i&gt;private tuition&lt;/i&gt; untuk &lt;i&gt;english&lt;/i&gt; semata-mata. Cikgu Ain itu lah yang banyak membantu Ain sampai sekarang &lt;i&gt;English&lt;/i&gt; tak menjadi masalah buat Ain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr.... okay tiba tiba rasa letih type baku baku ni, pendek kata kalau nak buat status English di FB biarlah yang betul structure ayatnya and&lt;u&gt; JANGAN guna direct translation&lt;/u&gt;. Ain nak tegur dalam FB nanti segan pulak and orang ingat Ain ni berlagak gila. Tapi seriously, bukan la nak membanggakan bahasa penjajah ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*dah tau confirm ada orang bangkitkan isu ni*&lt;/span&gt;. Cuma fikirlah, kalau Malaysian berfikiran sesempit ini, mmg takkan maju ! Menguasai bahasa penjajah bukan bermaksud kita masih dijajah ! Sebaliknya, untuk meletakkan kita sebaris dengan penjajah penjajah ni sume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way, would it be possible that they could manipulate us just by using words because they know how incapable of us to communicate with them clearly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan di peringkat negara je, tapi diperingkat office2 class and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam entry ni jugak, ain akan feature a few examples of FB statuses yg ... pendek kata sukar difahami and maybe re-translate it. Siapa terasa status die jangan marah ye? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What so means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay I really think this is supposed to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : What does it means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;X:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ppl who are believe only wat they are see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Okay I really think this is supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; : People believe only what they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ni je. HAHA. Gaya macam banyak eh? Malam ni ta ramai buat status, ramai upload gambar raya je. Mood raya lah katakan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;READ&lt;/i&gt; a lot of books in english ! Be it a fantasy novel, love novel or even educational book. BUT don't just read, take note on how the author structure their sentence and jot down every word that you don't understand and search through the dictionary for the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DON'T&lt;/i&gt; look through English-Malay dictionary. Instead, find an English-English dictionary. It helps to build your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONFIDENCE&lt;/i&gt; ! okay fine, this is a&amp;nbsp;cliché. This applies more to speaking not writing. How to learn speaking in correct English? Movies! Typical malays (I don't know how chinese &amp;amp; indians work this out) would rely on the subtitles. Change from reading to listening. Try to watch movies w/o the translation then try &amp;nbsp;imitating them. I find that children (my sisters mostly) learn through this way. I do too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think i've ramble a lot! Sorry, I am SAD to see bad english especially when you are already in your 20's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let people underestimate you just because you can't communicate with an understandable english. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Bahasa baku mula mula bajet nak tunjuk semangat ke-Malaysia-an tapi habit dah tulis bahasa rojak ni. Balik balik kesitu jugaklah. Kepada pencinta Bahasa boleh lah beri tunjuk ajar kepada saya camana nak buang habit guna bahasa rojak nih !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: I blog in English all the time is also one way to improve my English which is not perfect. Go through my old posts, you WILL find errors. :) If you do find errors in this posts do let me know okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LmfcUYkD-U/TmOoAl8YA8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/KK3W2YR-pTg/s1600/You-Cant-Like-Speak-English.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LmfcUYkD-U/TmOoAl8YA8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/KK3W2YR-pTg/s320/You-Cant-Like-Speak-English.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2721697992057789854?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2721697992057789854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2721697992057789854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2721697992057789854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2721697992057789854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yIQY0UTt7U/TmOoFVB4_NI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9PNJhLTnOGc/s72-c/original_open-english-mission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8794106253762196576</id><published>2011-09-04T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:01:46.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Typical topic ain't it? LOL!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But then, its one of the excitement of after-raya. Everyone, like every single person on FB will be uploading their Raya pictures, either family pictures, vain self pictures &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(or is it just me?)&lt;/span&gt; or food pictures. I love browsing through all of this especially ones that have people wearing all kinds of &lt;i&gt;fashion&lt;/i&gt; in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, this Raya one thing that caught my eyes is leopard prints ! Something different from the original flowery pattern like mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A friend of mine, her family (the girls ofc) all don on a simple plain baju kurung with leopard prints hijabs! Cute !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw65k_Xu8NI/TmTVYLfZ3wI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_07i_UB8DEg/s1600/310908_10150300124028114_583428113_7659398_1312239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw65k_Xu8NI/TmTVYLfZ3wI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_07i_UB8DEg/s320/310908_10150300124028114_583428113_7659398_1312239_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;See how even her mum is wearing a leopard printed pashmina :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My classmate on the other hand opted for a green leopard printed baju kurung paired with a green satin hijab!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-No74jt5vlT8/TmTVYq2NSII/AAAAAAAAAcI/Vtp-ohk6fCA/s1600/314215_1515260818723_1750531726_741390_5973521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-No74jt5vlT8/TmTVYq2NSII/AAAAAAAAAcI/Vtp-ohk6fCA/s320/314215_1515260818723_1750531726_741390_5973521_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See how her cousins are also using leopard printed hijabs? Fashionista family! *woot*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Another one is my neighbour, donning on a kaftan kurung where the kaftan is a plain purple while the sarong is leopard printed ! Gorgeous I have to say!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wait, I think i see more of leopard but I can't recall. LOLS! Those mentions are the one that really caught my eyes as animal prints trends had been going on for a while and to be honest I really am not a big fan of it. Nice to have some stuffs with the trend though. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Will try to update with pictures the next time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wonder, what is the favourite look for Raya?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8794106253762196576?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8794106253762196576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8794106253762196576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8794106253762196576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8794106253762196576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-fashion.html' title='Raya Fashion'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw65k_Xu8NI/TmTVYLfZ3wI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_07i_UB8DEg/s72-c/310908_10150300124028114_583428113_7659398_1312239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3631344229453796386</id><published>2011-09-02T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:32:27.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidilfitri 2011</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a mighty LATE post but holding on to the principles of better late than never, I wish you all...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm not the good girl like most of you out there, so here goes my apology speech. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply SORRY for every wrongdoing of mine, that includes my mulut puaka, any bad thoughts, any bad wish, and if ada tersalah pukul cubit jeling. Yes. I know I am capable of ALL this bad behaviours. *sigh* I am also sorry if u ever feel annoyed with my habit of non stop talking and bragging. Sometimes, I really didn't meant any harm. Pressure do gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendek kata, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp; BATIN !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most Importantly, may all our good deeds in the month of Ramadhan Al-Kareem diredhai Allah S.W.T.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3631344229453796386?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3631344229453796386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3631344229453796386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3631344229453796386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3631344229453796386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/09/aidilfitri-2011.html' title='Aidilfitri 2011'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2296495176437565038</id><published>2011-08-19T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:29:17.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia vs Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4m4x3ycZ2LQ/Tk30QmStA6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/5S-6dkj51hY/s1600/malaysian_s_flag_also_known_as_jalur_gemilang.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did say I was going to post something about the game itself, no? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am no expert I warn you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey don't I hate Singapore during the game ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to say anything about their skills, ball handling or those stuffs cause I really don't know much about it. But through out the game, I am annoyed with Singapore players wasting time. Orang lain yang kena orang lain yang injured. Tak ke weirdddd? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tactics you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to me if you are really that good, that why bother with these lame tactics? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half way through the game I am already bored. What with Singapore injuring themselves all the time and Malaysia still couldn't get a goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity Singapore's physiotherapist though. Haha. Keep running into the pitch carrying all those bags. Are Singapore players really that weak that they keep on injuring themselves? Or is it the pitch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yela kan, Singapore's pitch kan artificial. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All through out the week/days to the game, loads of things are being said about Singaporean. I never been to Singapore, never experienced their infamous courtesy before therefore I won't comment about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am trying to say is that Singapore player should get theirselves check and train harder so that they won't get injured so much anymore. If, I say IF they are pretending, than they also should get their head check. No one wants to get injured except them. Kalau tiba tiba injured betul betul? tak padan muka ? and IF lets say they are pretending, than I am not sad that Malaysia lose. We lose with dignity. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howeverrrr, Malaysian supporters throwing a shower of bottles/cans etc? NOT COOL !  It just shows how low our mentalities are. I am sad by this event. :( I know I know, sangat geram kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, aren't Malaysians known for our courtesy too? In a positive way ofcourse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plea, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STOP WITH THIS CHILDISH IMMATURE ACTIONS OF THROWING STUFFS , BURNING STUFFS AND LASERS DURING A FOOTBALL MATCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempena Bulan Ogos yang mulia ini marilah berubah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT HARI KEMERDEKAAN ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4m4x3ycZ2LQ/Tk30QmStA6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/5S-6dkj51hY/s320/malaysian_s_flag_also_known_as_jalur_gemilang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642434474159178658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2296495176437565038?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2296495176437565038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2296495176437565038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2296495176437565038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2296495176437565038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/malaysia-vs-singapore.html' title='Malaysia vs Singapore'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4m4x3ycZ2LQ/Tk30QmStA6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/5S-6dkj51hY/s72-c/malaysian_s_flag_also_known_as_jalur_gemilang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-48078842907056032</id><published>2011-08-11T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:24:40.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naza World Supports Harimau Malaya</title><content type='html'>The title speaks for itself. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naza World are now pledging to support sports as the way of life. Or something like that. Sorry, I don't re-call the exact pledge and just too lazy to re-trace it. I do remember they tweeted about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, they sponsored Chelsea's Asia Tour and become the Official Transport. They gave outs free tix and meet &amp;amp; greet pass and even chauffeured the winners to the games. Yes, these winners got police escorts to the games and could forget the hassle of traffics and parkings and best seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I didn't get these VIP treatments when I went to the Chelsea game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, Naza World gave out free tix via twitter for the Msia vs Singapore game. I was one of the lucky one to get the tix. What made me even excited for the game is because Mr. Sportsgeek was SUPER EXCITED to go to the game. At first he was not really in the mood to go as we were in the middle of 'the' mood. Once I announced that I've got free tix, his mood just rise up in a speed of light. Sumpah die gila excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, we didn't get our VIP treatment as much as we hoped for. Though we're not complaining. Apparently, there's some misunderstanding that made us left behind by the Vespa convoy and the police escorts. To make matters worst, our seats are full. Yes. Full. Somehow, there was no one guarding the entrance  thus supporters takes advantage. I am also guessing 'ulat tiket' bersepah. Cause seriously, the number of supporters was more than the seats capacity. Crazy atmosphere ! Lucky we manage to get seats although not the best seats but but it was exactly besides the main entrance for the players. So yes, Malaysian players upclose. I don't even bother looking at Singapore's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Naza World did make it up to us by inviting us to an Iftar Session with Dato Wira SM Faisal and his wife. unfortunately, I can't make it. Saaddd :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150272459248893.337829.107727163892"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150265053018893.335462.107727163892&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for pictures of both events ! I didn't get any pictures of my own. We did bring camera but it's full of my pictures. *LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make a post about the game itself soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-48078842907056032?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/48078842907056032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=48078842907056032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/48078842907056032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/48078842907056032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/naza-world-supports-harimau-malaya.html' title='Naza World Supports Harimau Malaya'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2318981557009437424</id><published>2011-08-09T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:34:41.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Late Post</title><content type='html'>Yes yes I know ! Football is over ~ Although BPL will starts again in the next few days, here I am talking about pre-season. Ketinggalan zaman maybe. But I just didn't find the time to post about it. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, there I was at Chelsea's Asia Tour. I literally melts whenever I sight Torres. and No, I didn't scream a fan girls scream. Chant, half-way yeah. but mostly I just laze my eyes on him and go *sighhh*. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little reminder of the controversional score. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsea FC 1 - Harimau Malaya 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are like LOTS of pictures but since I am too lazy to choose. U can head on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2293074849107.2134080.1316125820"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, during the training our views are severely obstructed by the medias =.=' It annoys us but we still had some shots of the players. Plus earlier before the training, players was kicking balls to us viewers. Lucky Hasmin got one from Bosingwa ! *excited-gila-la-masa-dapat* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even before the players or anyone was out, there was some commotions in the stadium when 2 guys wears MU jersey. I don't know whether its on purpose or not but I don't understand why? The same commotion also happens during Liverpool's training session. I'm guessing only the fanatics would understands why. Any MU supporters care to explain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The game ! the game itself was filled with me enjoying the view ! Okay, on a more serious level. I actually met and get to know roughly 2 guys who had been supporting Chelsea since forever ! *clapclapclap* They're also following Chelsea around for their Asia Tour. Now, that's what I call a fanatic ! Anyway, the controversional goal. Hum, I don't know, from my point of view, who cares? Its a friendly game and the goal is from a free-kick/penalty. Can't remember. My brother who sat behind the goal post during the kick said it is a goal as the ball did past through the line. Plus, Malaysia was good. I must say, I am in denial when Chelsea can't seem to get through Malaysian's defence. Good for them ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, I had great times with great companions !  =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2318981557009437424?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2318981557009437424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2318981557009437424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2318981557009437424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2318981557009437424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/late-late-post.html' title='Late Late Post'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4767690435475566241</id><published>2011-08-02T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:32:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of Love</title><content type='html'>Yes. Its the month of Love and its not February. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdullilah, I've been given the age to again, meet Ramadhan Al Kareem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I have a lot to share, and I really do. Somehow, the words are not there. This year's Ramadhan have quite a special effect on me. There's a feeling that I just can't explain in words. Only that, I know its a good positive feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all readers who found me, or found this blog by accident. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seek forgiveness if I had ever wronged any of you in any way possible. I know sometimes, I can be harsh and insensitive. May Allah S.W.T bless you for the forgiveness you gave to everyone who hurts you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May this Ramadhan be fill with good deeds and kindness. May this Ramadhan be a turning point in us. May it be a month full of blessings. May it be a month that we really proves our Love to Allah S.W.T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I am hoping for the best in me. Please, pray that Allah S.W.T would show me the way. I'll pray for you too, my sisters &amp;amp; brothers of Muslim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, Nur Ain Ahmad Fadzil.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4767690435475566241?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4767690435475566241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4767690435475566241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4767690435475566241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4767690435475566241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/month-of-love.html' title='Month of Love'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5729689648279929266</id><published>2011-07-24T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:48:15.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Love Affair</title><content type='html'>I have another topic to post about but lets keep that to a later date as this is as hot as a story can be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Sports Geek aka Ikhwanul Naim became my lil birdie which is not often. Repeat, NOT often. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little public figure which if I mentioned his name, literally everyone would know him. So, turns out he's having problem with his love life which had gone public ever since he became famous. No, i would not mention his name or even mention what is the problem with his love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What triggers me to blog about it is how messy a public love life could be. This guy are literally being harassed as his career are kind of slow now. So, I was wondering why was that and turns out my guess is close to correct. Personal Problems with Love Life. It would do justice to say that both him and his girl are both public figures. The leak of the problems they're facing are from a family member. *not-cool-man* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to wonder how does it feel to have your love life known by almost everyone.  I used to think that maybe if our love life is public, maybe just MAYBE that it would be forever lasting and no one would actually dares to like &lt;i&gt;rampas&lt;/i&gt; your partner from you. but i was proved wrong by so many celebrities stories !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe personal life should be kept personal. In every other way possible. Although both sides are public figures, that doesn't mean all that whatever happens between u need to go out to the public. Unless, ofcourse someone else just don't know the existence of the word&lt;i&gt; privacy&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;courtesy&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morale of the story is, if ur ready to publicize your personal life then please make sure ur ready to commit to whatever happens after it. Better still, publicize a relationship only if its meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but come to think again, married people get divorced. so how? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5729689648279929266?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5729689648279929266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5729689648279929266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5729689648279929266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5729689648279929266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/07/public-love-affair.html' title='Public Love Affair'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5896086586838099993</id><published>2011-07-19T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:33:53.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal Asia Tour..</title><content type='html'>and many more updates on what I have been up too since the last post :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after the last post I was actually busy with Karnival Majlis Sukan Universiti Malaysia. A group of 10 people from my class volunteers ourselves to work as Sports Physiotherapy for the carnival for 2 whole weeks. Lets just say, I enjoyed my time there. The work is not even close to torture and the medical team from UPM's Health Centre are nothing but fun ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, everywhere i look, like seriously everywhere there's always a hottie around ! *ehem* Hottie as in guys with cute faces, built-up bodies and awesome abdomens ! Well, I am not the kind of girl yang gila cuci mata but how can I not look when I actually have to treat them?? Worry not, darling boyfie are always around so no one is forgotten in the process. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations UPM for being the overall winner ! and ofcourse, UiTM for coming close at 2nd place.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; *UiTM di Hatiku*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now moving on, MASUM makes me go all lazyy bum especially after I'm down with a fever for 3 days! since then I haven't been working at all. Until now, yes. So, i am currently un-employed and money-less. :D No worries though, I'm in love of staying in and indulging myself in a good book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will bring us to the next update on ME. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*it's always about me here*&lt;/span&gt; I am now a proud owner of &lt;a href="http://rafkhaboutique.blogspot.com"&gt;Rafkha Boutique&lt;/a&gt; ! So please do support me !  Why an online boutique? I am inspired by all those Hijab Fashionistas, namely the Scarflets. So, why not put my passion for shopping to use instead of driving myself broke, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, its the season of football frenzy this past week. EPL's Asia Tour are driving Malaysian football fanatics nuts ! :D I am so lucky to have experienced the craze myself as I was extremely fascinated by the enthusiasm shown by Malaysian fans during Arsenal's game against Malaysia and also the training session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Media had been provoking the fans saying they're not being in any way patriotic as MAJORITY was wearing the club's jersey instead of M'sia's jersey. I find this disturbing, as for me it's just logic for the fans to show their support to the club as its not like they're here in Malaysia every year ! Being in the crowd myself, I witness that the fans actually supported both team ! Wearing the club's jersey instead of our national team proves NOTHING !  It just show how excited the fans are that a famous European club are willing to play against Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, media should really change their perception. Malaysians are still malaysians and they still supported Malaysia whole-heartedly. I even heard them explaining to the foreigners about Malaysian's players and their skills/ expertise. This shows that they actually do take note on Malaysian's football scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, my sympathy still goes when the crowd "boo-ed" a M'sian player. That I have to agree in-appropriate. Well, what's done is done. But I read that the Liverpool fans didn't do anything like that. So, hey ! Everything is good. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I am going for Chelsea's training session. The game against M'sia would be on Thursday. Can't wait ! I wanna see Torres and watch Drogba ! Since when I'm a football fanatic? Since boyfie been educating me all about it ! LOLS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess Love does do magic, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5896086586838099993?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5896086586838099993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5896086586838099993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5896086586838099993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5896086586838099993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/07/arsenal-asia-tour.html' title='Arsenal Asia Tour..'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3504076070835914228</id><published>2011-06-07T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:56:59.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidy Up.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since the last post and I don't really want my blog to be dead just yet. So, today inspired by me myself, I'm gonna talk about rooms and girls ! Okay, it's actually veryy normal for a girl to have more stuffs, cloths, accessories and all other misc items than the space they have. Well, at least this happens to me. So todayy, I did a bit of a spring cleaning of my stuffs. My hijabs and my bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots of hijabs yet I keep on buying more ! Shopahalic's instict i guess? LOL ! While bags, a few I have to say yet I tend to use the same bag everywhere ! Its just that I LOVE buying new bags but I hate the hassle to move my things and stuffs around as I tend to missed out something. This happens, most of the time. Sigh. Careless me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhooo, the point of this post is actually about on how to become a neat freak when you are a lazy bum like me ! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its basically easy. As a start, clean up the room all by yourself ! Make sure it looks clean, feels clean , and sedaaap mata memandang andd really really neat like all u see on those interior magazines .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes the hard part, actually maintaining the cleanliness. This need what we Muslim call 'Istiqamah' or detemined. heeee, well the 1st step is actually one way of changing the way u think. Once u saw how clean and nice ur room can be, and how comfy and relaxing it is to have a beautiful clean and neat room, You would want to keep it that way forever ! So, starts from there, make a mental note to put back everything to its original place whenever you see it out of place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you can do this 2 steps, it'll become easier and easier to become a neat freak ! Believe me. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Thinking of doing a Pre-love sale! Anyone interested? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3504076070835914228?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3504076070835914228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3504076070835914228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3504076070835914228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3504076070835914228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/06/tidy-up.html' title='Tidy Up.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1063110393566010191</id><published>2011-05-29T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:57:16.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceited Brat.</title><content type='html'>Yes i am. That's why I talk only about me on this blog. Well, it is my blog right? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its semester break but I'm working my ass off. or so I think. As I mentioned in my previous post, I'm working at my uncle's bakery shop happily having fun and had also picked up some bakery tips and tricks. No, don't take me wrong. I'm not hinting that he's dishonest, I meant it from a positive side. Such as how to make the recipe's better tasting and such. At the same time I am also still working on my FYP proposal and am now working on the last stage before submitting it for ethical approval meeting. Supposedly I would have had the time to focus on it as I take the day off on Thursday and my weekly day off is on Friday and Saturday. 3 freaking whole days to do just that. But as the saying goes, we plan but God decides. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on Thursday morning I was offered a 5 days job by *ehem*. Interested for experience I accepted thus ask for another 5 days leave from an Understanding uncle andd &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Green Light*&lt;/span&gt; ! Another factor would be &lt;i&gt;*ka-ching~* &lt;/i&gt;Haha! Okay, so yes. Today is actually the second day I'm working as a medical cover for MBPJ-Milo Tennis Open bla bla bla ~ Exhausted? not really. But yes, it is mentally tiring. I have absolutely noo idea about tennis. The fact that it could take up to an hour or even more for one game makes me go blerghhh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, MASUM is next on the list. Next month. I just couldn't stay at home and do nothing. Once in a while, yes that will be lovely ! But not 5 months straight ! 2 weeks top! LOL. After this week, I guess I would be back to bakery. :) Nicee ~  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: gotta get back to ethics proposal  ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1063110393566010191?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1063110393566010191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1063110393566010191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1063110393566010191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1063110393566010191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/conceited-brat.html' title='Conceited Brat.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4984378620641632588</id><published>2011-05-14T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:43:18.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed</title><content type='html'>I wish i could tell you the truth. I wish i could tell you what i felt. I wish i could open up that easily. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I just can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listen, but never talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4984378620641632588?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4984378620641632588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4984378620641632588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4984378620641632588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4984378620641632588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/crushed.html' title='Crushed'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3372264656905702986</id><published>2011-05-09T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:41:50.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Well, i'd started my holiday since 25th of April but have nothing to blog about as i was doing nothing, except shop, date and finishing my still unfinished research proposal. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today however, i had officially start as a part time worker at La Rosmar Bakery Shop. Well, basically its my uncle's shop. I am sooo lucky to be working there as i don't have to go searching for jobs and i don't have to endure un-flexible working hours which comes in a package if i chose some fancy boutiques or shops in a mall. Don't worry, i am not taking advantages. I'll be working like i work at any other places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, I will still be working on my proposal. By hook or by crook, i want to start collecting data before my sem starts. Since i start work at 12 in the afternoon, i could easily spend my morning for my research. Yes, i am a lazy girl but once i get in the mood of a working woman, i'll be so the rajinnn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had also got an offer to be a physiotherapist for MASUM end of next month. *woot* So, yeap. I'm gonna go. I don't really like to be a sports physio but why not? The experiences that count. Same goes to my part-time work. It may not be as glamorous as some people's job but atleast i'm learning new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am also trying to get the aerobic instructor license but still haven't had the chance to talk to my senior about it. Maybe later. But i am determined to get one no matter when it is that i can get it. Haha. Ambitious lil me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a Diva would always Dream Big !  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3372264656905702986?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3372264656905702986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3372264656905702986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3372264656905702986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3372264656905702986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3536677707613506691</id><published>2011-05-04T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:38:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenemies. Friends. Enemies.</title><content type='html'>What is it with all these haters? or frenemies? They are friends yet they are enemies. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to frenemies, these dialogs are commonly heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hoomagaaddd! i hate her soo much!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"what? who? naaahh, i dont want to know anything about her anymore."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andddd, when it comes to bitching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"she is such a fakee!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i thought she was MY friend."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"how could she betrayy me like this?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"if she is a REAL friend, she would have understand what I AM going through!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"She's not a real friend, a real friend would stick up to ME no matter what happen"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, how do i know all this? Believe me, I've been through all this frenemies phase throughout my WHOLE life ! Not exaggerating as i used too, but its seriously true. I don't know, maybe its me. Theres always something similar happening to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, technically everyone, every best friends would go through this phase at least once. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It depends really, if u feel that the friendship means a lot to u then I suggest drop down the ego, hatred, hence making up. Apologize. For me, thats the easiest way to survive this phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there would always be a chance that he/she would still not forgives u as easy as u do. Big chance also that she will accuse u all the way back. Well, for me. Easy. U should have known her long and well enough. U should be able to judge, is this relationship worth the effort? Worth the ego that u let go? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, not everything is about u. Sometimes, not everything is about He/She. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When these happens, both sides are at fault. No matter what it is. Both sides would have their faults. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it. Have u ever go through this phase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3536677707613506691?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3536677707613506691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3536677707613506691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3536677707613506691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3536677707613506691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/frenemies-friends-enemies.html' title='Frenemies. Friends. Enemies.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-401553014963852016</id><published>2011-04-30T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:38:47.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Imperfections &amp; Corrections</title><content type='html'>I've meet lots of people through out my life. Each and everyone with different personalities and principles. I, personally never have a problem being told off or corrected. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, to correct one person, please people. Please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correct yourself first. No one can be absolutely perfect, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when it comes to Halal &amp;amp; Haram, it cant be decided by us.  Unless ur freaking sure ur not commiting anything Haram urself, and u have the evidence, then only its acceptable for u to correct others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we're Khalifah of the Earth. We need to spread good deeds always as time never waits for no men, and we'll never know when Kiamat is coming. But i had always believe, that in order to correct others, we have to set the benchmark and be the role model instead of correcting others 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prophet Muhammad S.A.W , is a perfect role model. But some friends of mine are also my source of knowledge and even, look up to especially when i have questions regarding Islam as a way of life. Thus, i share with u, one of them. Her writings are simple, and easy to understand. Visit her &lt;a href="http://nurrini.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hanya-sementara/162801173779131?sk=info"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: No, i am not perfect at all. Not even close. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-401553014963852016?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/401553014963852016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=401553014963852016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/401553014963852016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/401553014963852016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-imperfections-corrections.html' title='Of Imperfections &amp; Corrections'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2953626177203754579</id><published>2011-04-18T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:40:36.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Fever</title><content type='html'>No, i am not that busy but i just don't have anything to post about. :) I am actually in the midst of study week, thus blogging are a way to chillax and spill my stress out. One of the way that is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually stressed, cause i am close to studying nothing! I don't know what happen to me, but i just slack off the whole sem ! yes, i am not exaggerating. Anyway, i'm hoping my matriculation-nerdness to possess me stat !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* i have high hopes with little determination. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck readers. I'll be having my papers on the 23rd of April and 25th of April. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2953626177203754579?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2953626177203754579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2953626177203754579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2953626177203754579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2953626177203754579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/04/exam-fever.html' title='Exam Fever'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-9171911436244057457</id><published>2011-04-07T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:49:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>Yes. I have a midlife crisis. 21 with a midlife crisis. whatever logic that exists in that statement.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not something i would like to share publicly. yet i still need to blurt it out in someways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had run away too far into all the wrong directions. Now, i am too tired to run back to the correct path. Yes, there are no other path we should take. Supposedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, i could still walk to correct myself. but the small little steps i'm taking, would never help to to reach my destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering what am i babbling about? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i said, midlife crisis. A junction, where u realised u had lost ur way for far too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-9171911436244057457?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9171911436244057457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=9171911436244057457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9171911436244057457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9171911436244057457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/04/mid-life-crisis.html' title='Mid Life Crisis'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4971831762161774031</id><published>2011-04-01T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:46:44.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFFhF-NAkFE/TZXy1WC1ezI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gJFVprG0i_A/s1600/29032011763.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFFhF-NAkFE/TZXy1WC1ezI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gJFVprG0i_A/s320/29032011763.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590641510714800946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGsrZSb5drg/TZXy0-G6ORI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SfV2A2cjMYY/s1600/29032011761.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGsrZSb5drg/TZXy0-G6ORI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SfV2A2cjMYY/s320/29032011761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590641504289437970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3pYl8JoWQ4/TZXxw6uwpQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PeiGyvV0RUY/s1600/29032011757.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3pYl8JoWQ4/TZXxw6uwpQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PeiGyvV0RUY/s320/29032011757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590640335151736066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhE6Tqp3RlU/TZXxwuz5AFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/l5P7N-1r-XQ/s1600/29032011754.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhE6Tqp3RlU/TZXxwuz5AFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/l5P7N-1r-XQ/s320/29032011754.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590640331952029778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I--LOek_iEo/TZXxwa0S2-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/KuGAZCbgkCs/s1600/29032011753.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I--LOek_iEo/TZXxwa0S2-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/KuGAZCbgkCs/s320/29032011753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590640326585015266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyJSVnRUpb0/TZXxwGWgw7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/DAB27qGQBtQ/s1600/29032011751.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyJSVnRUpb0/TZXxwGWgw7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/DAB27qGQBtQ/s320/29032011751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590640321091388338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCjQdQQvYOs/TZXxv6PBxII/AAAAAAAAAao/6e4Jd06-8b4/s1600/29032011750.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCjQdQQvYOs/TZXxv6PBxII/AAAAAAAAAao/6e4Jd06-8b4/s320/29032011750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590640317838771330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is something we do, whenever we're bored, stressed and like to do together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, with more people around ! I mean, friends. :) well, i think i'll just feed u guys with extremely gorgeous photos of us enjoying ourselves. or should i say, them? *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is a vain pose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1vO5sawQq0/TZXy1h-myjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VULhQqtAkJc/s320/29032011764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590641513918286386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is after 2 and a half hour of karaoke-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Suu5E9yPCyE/TZXy1BfvvSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NEyk82gAQsI/s320/29032011762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590641505198914850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4971831762161774031?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4971831762161774031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4971831762161774031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4971831762161774031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4971831762161774031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/04/karaoke.html' title='Karaoke.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFFhF-NAkFE/TZXy1WC1ezI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gJFVprG0i_A/s72-c/29032011763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8778448175144095486</id><published>2011-03-28T00:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:37:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Weekend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am loving my weekend !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was started with Old Blossom Box pre-loved party ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was absolutely amazing !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, this is the 1st time i had a chance to attend this kind of event. Well, call me lame/loser/lost. Its just that, i used to rely on 'portable' broadband to go online and the speed kills me. thus, i never thought of stalking or following these scarflets sisters. :) now, that my house are using TM's Unifi i am enjoying going online. *buat assignment pun gembira ;p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The minute i knew about the event, i set my heart to make time for it. no matter how much work i've had. and Alhamdullilah, i made it to the event and what makes it even better all assignments due Monday was postponed to Wednesday. *loves*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too busy choosing cloths and goods that i don't bother with pictures though there are a couple of them that took mine. Please, if u ever tumbled upon my blog, leave a comment so i could visit yours. *macamlah ada orang baca blog neh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJr2wtybOhk/TY9ono_bnhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MGqu0Fxlwjk/s320/with%2Bami.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588800692817731090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is &lt;a href="http://ami.sptnkswthrt.com/"&gt;Ami Schaheera. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is grabbed from her &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=173121129404532&amp;amp;set=a.173117629404882.38184.167241753325803&amp;amp;theater"&gt;FB blog. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWABz2A4c1o/TY9p-Xfv5PI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aBqHfqy7hQo/s320/26032011690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588802182770058482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is&lt;a href="http://jezmineblossom.blogspot.com/"&gt; Jezmine Zaidan&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;owner of &lt;a href="http://oldblossombox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Old Blossom Box&lt;/a&gt; Boutique. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that was Saturday only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Datteeee. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, i don't know why but we kept on finding things to eat today. I did told him the day before, that i was craving for A&amp;amp;W. don't even ask me why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but, instead we went to Midvalley 1st. Obviously, no A&amp;amp;W there. So, we opted for RasaMas. We've been there before, i think more than a year ago. Fortunately, the menus had varied. *thank god* Well, i was starving but my food arrives after Naim almost finished his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFUAB3WDL2s/TY9uKTECKKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/6lMQOY69bis/s320/27032011703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naim's. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was bored waiting. So... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-bd8heasKk/TY9uKrjTI6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/pW0Aci0n9aw/s320/27032011702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*teehee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and yes, he wasn't even bothered to pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later, we went for a movie. Chose Big Mommas. :) and even though we had just had our lunch, we still got ourselves a cup of corn and a set of popcorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the movies, we go stationery shopping. and lots of window shopping. Showed him a couple of things that i'd like to try. 1st, long skirt; tak cantik katanya. =.='. 2nd, jumpsuit; camane pakai pun benda neh?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okaayyy. Yes, he is always like that but yet never stop me from pursuing what i like to do or wear in this case. Bored with Mid, we continue our window shopping *yes, both of us are broke* in Sunway Pyramid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;of course i don't miss the chance to dine at A&amp;amp;W. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ccu0B2hB06A/TY9uLEcGLUI/AAAAAAAAAag/vKMjEMm728U/s320/27032011707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeayyy ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;oh yes, we always share cause i usually could not finish mine. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before we eat, we watched the final league of Subang Jaya Talent Quest. A coincidence. Guess what? a 4 year old kid won 3000MYR. Yes. I am not kidding. All she did was wear a mermaid costume and comes in a very chic decorated seashell. Then she dance to Under The Sea from The Little Mermaid Movie and Nobody by Wondergirls. Ofc everybody went gaga over her. She was extremelyyy cute ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My personal favorites, who got 1st runner up title was a dance crew dressed up as Zombie. Love em ! :) Okay. Need to sleep now. bye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank u love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: starting tomorrow, time to start working hard. again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8778448175144095486?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8778448175144095486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8778448175144095486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8778448175144095486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8778448175144095486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/03/fabulous-weekend.html' title='Fabulous Weekend :)'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJr2wtybOhk/TY9ono_bnhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MGqu0Fxlwjk/s72-c/with%2Bami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3610828786640571985</id><published>2011-03-24T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:12:36.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks to those who read my blog. Although, it is full of random rambling about my un-eventful life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3610828786640571985?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3610828786640571985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3610828786640571985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3610828786640571985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3610828786640571985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1587644030382498845</id><published>2011-03-23T05:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:25:23.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Not that many people actually knew who I really am. Unfortunately, for me these few people doesn't stay long in my life, literally. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why I prefer to keep things to myself most of the time. Yes, i do voice it out sometimes. but only about things that i think does not mean a great deal to me. Tonight? things i go through this whole day? I can't tell it to anyone except God. Now, people tell me. He is the best listener and i never doubt that. but i too, am not exactly the person that is blessed with miracles and instant calmness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a girlfriend? i am super-jealous. super-bossy. super-needy. super-everything-boys-hate-in-a girl. Deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, in someways. I've crossed the line. Right now? i'm wishing for a miracle that things would actually work its way out. a miracle that things would give the best for us. i hope. i wish. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now, i have a boyfriend that actually bears with me for 2 whole years and still counting. Even after all he had been through with me. and yes, not everyday is bright and sunny with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even after today, we're still counting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no point in apologizing here anyway. he don't read my blog, cause he don't actually like the idea of expressing my feelings to public. LOL. Thank god not that many people read mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1587644030382498845?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1587644030382498845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1587644030382498845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1587644030382498845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1587644030382498845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/03/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5036103154775683709</id><published>2011-03-08T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:51:48.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.C WonderWoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x77raLjF6rU/TXYJAYZlzCI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XHOuHtzPe34/s1600/08032011636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x77raLjF6rU/TXYJAYZlzCI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XHOuHtzPe34/s320/08032011636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581658690326744098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last. I may be a late buyer compared to some, but i am happy ~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even know that it was in Malaysia already. till Kak Zeha rambles about it on twitter. I asked, and voila ! we got the news that it might be sold out all over. Turns out there's still some left. due to stress *i think* she went to Sunway, and tweet that she bought it ! i only found out around 9 pm which mean that its too late to be rushing there. So, i waited patiently until class ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*GRIN*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes yes. I do loves makeups. but i am not the kind that actually cares about these collections thing. Example; M.A.C Hello Kitty collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But but, wonderwoman is different ! Plus i am loving the packaging. Thanks to Naim for willingly follow me and actually encouraged me to buy it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised when i told him about this collection, he actually said it's quite cheap anddd if i really wanted too, i should go get it. Usually, when it comes to makeups he'll protest or shows dis-interest. *what word is that anyway?* lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes. I am a very happy girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5036103154775683709?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5036103154775683709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5036103154775683709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5036103154775683709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5036103154775683709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/03/mac-wonderwoman.html' title='M.A.C WonderWoman'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x77raLjF6rU/TXYJAYZlzCI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XHOuHtzPe34/s72-c/08032011636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5439444843455698418</id><published>2011-03-01T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:11:43.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>YES! I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL! SO WHAT?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*emotional-bitch*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the boobs. I don't have the abs. I don't have the booty. I don't have the perfectly flawless face. I don't  have the photogenic shots. I don't have the style to pull off the trend. I don't have anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If u love me enough, u would see through all this flaw of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have is all bones, and skins, and minimal fats. I am not the kind of girl guys look over twice. I am not the kind of girl guys dream of. I don't even have that charming personality that makes guys want to talk to me all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if u love me enough, u wouldn't try to find all my flaws on someone else as a replacement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am emotional all the time. I cringe and cry at everything. I talk nonsense. I talk girls talk. I expect u to hear. I expect u to always be there. I expect u to treat me like a Queen. I expect u to turn to my every needs. I expect everything out of u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if u love me enough, u would be prepared to put up with all these feminine's nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i frown, i need u to kiss my frowns goodbye. When i'm all tight up, i need u to tickle me to death. When i look and move away, i need u to grab me and pull me in your arms. When i cry, i need u to wipe my tears and make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need to explain all this, if only u love me enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i babble, i need u to look at me and hear me out. When i laugh, i need u to laugh along. When i whine, i need u to say it's ok. When i smile, i need u to smile along. All in all, when i'm happy that means u r around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If u love me enough, u know i love u so. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: this post has nothing to do with anyone. Random rambling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5439444843455698418?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5439444843455698418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5439444843455698418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5439444843455698418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5439444843455698418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/03/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7574175107651352718</id><published>2011-02-26T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:30:00.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy-84-ArTaA/TWkp213oCsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZZV7Oqyk3qk/s320/26022011609.jpg'/><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhsRIsa8jkA/TWkp2U57zUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QCo7WNeINNU/s320/183750_10150110571872841_696892840_6124245_5896428_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578035626776448322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am totally blessed ! Ever since i was a lil girl, my parents had showered me with birthday parties. U can say, i throw a birthday parties like almost every year. The last one was in Form 5 or 4? i can't really recall. Lols. Since the last one, i'd never throw one again. But with friends like this, official invited birthday parties sounds so boring. Unless my parents have money that will never end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Ib8W7k5kw/TWkp124dAVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YzlUib_5_XQ/s320/184279_10150110581142841_696892840_6124345_5440263_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578035618717172050" /&gt;Form 4, my neighboring friends who are also good good friends surprised me with cakes and home-cooked meal. :) It was simple, yet being the kind of girl who loves surprises presents and attentions ofc i'd enjoy every minute of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during my 1st year in Physiotherapy, my housemates surprised me with a cake. Also a simple one, but memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, nevermind its a day late. It was awesome with some of my birthday wishlist granted ! The balloons ! Brownies ! carbonara ! and most important Awesome friends and lovable boyf ! The fact that yC planned it with Naim, makes it more awesome ! I am loving the surprise ! LOve Love Love ! I couldn't say more. I can't describe it. Haha. Gedik much?&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Masih berkecil hati seorang itu tak ada. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota lagi: pictures have to wait for them. If there is any pics at all. They said i just couldn't sit still. Well, i am too excited. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy-84-ArTaA/TWkp213oCsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZZV7Oqyk3qk/s320/26022011609.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578035635625134786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7574175107651352718?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7574175107651352718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7574175107651352718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7574175107651352718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7574175107651352718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhsRIsa8jkA/TWkp2U57zUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QCo7WNeINNU/s72-c/183750_10150110571872841_696892840_6124245_5896428_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1641700334354966224</id><published>2011-02-23T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:27:21.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights</title><content type='html'>So, truth is after several weeks of overloaded happiness in Love life we are headed to disaster this week. Fights after fights commenced. He said its my fault, and I said it's his. Well, don't all fights goes that way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true. We are as different as Venus and Mars. Its hard to find similarities between us. That what brought us together and even apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are too different apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We addressed that fact since we decided we love each other. Okay, that sounds cheesy. Haha. or weird? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, it really doesn't matter whether u share the same passion or not. Most people thought that its better to have the exact same passion to actually make the relationship works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really is about our own attitudes. try to not just 'take', but remember to 'gift'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For girls (as i am one), learn how to fit in their life by understanding, learning and actually taking an interest in what they're doing. Then, this could actually be the tool for u to prompt him to take notice on what u want. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, as i see other couples are perfectly in love. But I know, some men are hard to get through. They just don't know how. And i repeat, SOME men only. while the others, easily gets a girls smitten by their way. and they easily noticed and understands what a girl actually likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i am babbling about. Its just that, sometimes in relationship we fights over the silliest thing when its easier to talk calmly about it. Passion is not the factor to survive Love, its actually maturity, attitude and of course Mr. LOVE itself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: we make peace. He assured me, we could never be better. *lovesmuch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1641700334354966224?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1641700334354966224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1641700334354966224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1641700334354966224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1641700334354966224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/fights.html' title='Fights'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2530681386715849839</id><published>2011-02-15T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:40:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-stress High Tea</title><content type='html'>Okay. My class is really stressed out with the overloaded assignments given to us this semester. It's like a never ending nightmare. The first few weeks i was quite dedicated, turning down offers to go out or meet up from friends. This week, i decided to do the exact opposite. I just couldn't care less anymore. I'm just so stressed out, and when i do no matter how long i stare at the laptop, i just couldn't get anything done as i would tweet, blog-walk or just watch the tv which is a lot more interesting than the assignments. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,there's an assignment due before 4pm. i have a class at 8.30am. and a research proposal meeting at 12.30pm which i hadn't done a thing yet. So that gives me till tonight to actually get the assignments done which is only 40% done i would say? yea, i know. crazy me. It's just the way i work when my life's schedule is all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with scheduling my life? I just hates schedule. I prefer to be impulsive. lol. I love to sleep, so whenever i feel like sleeping i would just sleep. Even if i tried not to sleep and try to focus on work, i'd still sleep in the end. This practically happens everytime i tried to do work early. *konon pelajar cemerlang and tak last minute* So, u probably got my point now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm, Sis Raby called me inviting me to join them for brownies. I don't regret accepting the invites. The brownies is awesome ! Try it out at the Upstair's Cafe near SDMC, Subang Jaya. The pastas is not bad too. :) I don't have pics to share, if any of the botox girls uploaded it, i'll try to share if i'm in the mood for updates. If not, go try and tangkap gambar sendiri. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go shower then struggle to survive degree. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2530681386715849839?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2530681386715849839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2530681386715849839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2530681386715849839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2530681386715849839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-stress-high-tea.html' title='De-stress High Tea'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5991058601553939718</id><published>2011-02-13T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:07:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Friends keep literally harassing me with the questions of "am i not bored of literally being together 24/7?" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We are the typical annoying couple. We text all the time. We are in the same class. We go out all the time. Simply said, we are literally together all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. We are never bored. When friends harassed me with these questions, i re-harassed him back with the same questions. Aren't u bored already with me? The answers stays the same, No. Answers from the heart or merely trying to protect my heart, only he and God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, friends found out the way we texts. Well, enough said they make a good laugh out of it. Dang ~ I couldn't explained it. But we enjoyed each other company, that i believe. Why i believe that? Never ask. Neither of us could answer that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came out another Q. Aren't u afraid u will be bored in long term? Well, i certainly am not afraid. He used too, though he's not showing any signs of it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Qs comes from the single friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once ur in the same kind of relationship, u might get what i feel. or maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really depends on each individual's personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not bragging, cause friends know we're not the perfect couple. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like sharing. Although my blog is unknown except to close friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5991058601553939718?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5991058601553939718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5991058601553939718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5991058601553939718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5991058601553939718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1216647450958617998</id><published>2011-02-02T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:44:49.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominant</title><content type='html'>How is it one person is dominant to the other person on a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Some may claims that such things don't exists. Some may claims that that means the relationship is not true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In genetic biology, we have a dominant chromosome and non-dominant. In musculoskeletal biology, we have agonist and antagonist muscles. In an organization, we have a leader and follower or followers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, why can't these happens in a relationship? To me, it is perfectly normal for one between the two to be dominant in some or all ways. it is either, one of u are dominant in certain things while the other are dominant in other things. or one of u are dominant and another is a total follower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel like my last paragraphs doesn't make any sense. oh, whatever. the point is, dominant or non-dominant is not the problem. it's how u handle the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy so i'll cut it short instead of rambling. An example would be a friend of mine. Yes, she's the dominant type and yes, she's single;currently. As friends, we diagnosed her problem as boys-afraid-to-approach-because-u-r-dominant syndrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, we told her if this guy she's had her eyes on couldn't deal with her than move on *sort-of-like-that*. One day, there will be a guy who would make she feels insecure and that is the time, she'll know that guy could be the one who could handle her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i gave it a second thought. If a guy truly loves u, he doesn't have to make u feel insecure, and he too, doesn't have to feel insecure. The right guy does not have to be more powerful, instead he would know just the way to deal with u without crashing down ur ego. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: even if the guy is more powerful and u like him, go for it girl ! *loves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1216647450958617998?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1216647450958617998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1216647450958617998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1216647450958617998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1216647450958617998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/dominant.html' title='Dominant'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-9139705274750002446</id><published>2011-02-01T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:45:00.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish List !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TUb0f26FIsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/c2pzcE_0JMI/s1600/tumblr_lf14uk7VXS1qc63yeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TUb0KZQZYVI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7qwjUItldBY/s320/180135_497160828891_93539908891_6164883_4132685_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568406448705724754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-9139705274750002446?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9139705274750002446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=9139705274750002446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9139705274750002446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9139705274750002446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-wish-list.html' title='Birthday Wish List !'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TUb0f26FIsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/c2pzcE_0JMI/s72-c/tumblr_lf14uk7VXS1qc63yeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5338765918965277621</id><published>2011-01-21T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:18:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from Starbucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It had been almost a month since I'm back in Subang, KL or beloved Selangor basically. I am everywhere most of the time. I haven't updated before as I don't really have anything to share besides the fact that I am overloaded with assignments and works. This includes, this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Monday, clinical resources folder are due. That, and sports presentation regarding injury prevention, sports 2nd 'take-home' quiz. As for today, we had just found out that we've got another assignments of EBP, also due on Monday. Haven't I told you yet? Physiotherapist, regardless of their status (students or qualified) are all superwomen and supermen ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know i know, being in a calm environment, people tend to blog everything romantic fun or reminisces something worthwhile. Why am I blogging on these things then? One thing at a time okay? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, physiotherapist though works during offices hours only, we treats quite close to a hundred patients a day, with one patient taking approximately one hour each. additionally, our job uses a lot of physical strength. we don't just talk and look as our assessment. we talk, look, touches and moves the patient's using our strength to diagnose, em. no, make that to make an impression in order to determine treatment. Diagnose, is a doctor's job. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, no. Yesterday, a friend of mine brought up the issues of physiotherapists being underpaid despite what we gave and had compared to a medical doctor. I don't blame anyone on this, but i do agree with his point. i guess, maybe one day someone would actually voice this out for what its worth then? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love. okay. i don't have anything to say anymore. Preserved everything for a next time perhaps? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5338765918965277621?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5338765918965277621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5338765918965277621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5338765918965277621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5338765918965277621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-from-starbucks.html' title='Love from Starbucks.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-132247342856872790</id><published>2011-01-01T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:16:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from Muar, Last ed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;New Year Post and Toasts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2010 has been good to me most of the times. *loves*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Studies, at last my grades are up! tho not as good as i hope. Thankful! I aim to at least graduate with a 3 pointer. can't really get that 1st class degree, no? :) Its okay. I'm the one to blame, fully. At least i'm trying. LOLS. *alasansangat*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendships, well lets just put it this way, I read, that we should always protect our relationship with everyone for the sake of God, and seriously if we can go pujuk our bf and all, even forgave them asap, why not that goes the same with our gfs? Just saying. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm lucky i have yC and geng Jahat Patio ~ they are the types where Forever and Always is always possible! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life, is also good! lols. My class organized the weekly aerobic session for our campus and the annual dinner for our course. All in all, its good. This semester kind of have been a time for me to actually bond with classmates. We're even going on a trip next sem. :) Social life is good too. I am practically out all the times. Eventho with the same person. ngee~ *gedix!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clinical Postings. LOLS. the 1st one was play and fun all the time in the sun! and Love everydayyy~ haha. Second one? well, i actually went back once every fortnight. except for these final 3 weeks. and the idea of Love going crazy of not able to meet up, *hemissessme!* which i thought would never happen really really warms my heart. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love. Nothing i could complaint more of. We're not perfect, we have our fights, but for the moment no fights could break us apart. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum and dad have been supportive as ever. Got me a car for my own. :) No, not the ridiculously priced imported sports car. Just an average Proton Pesona. love em! for everything everything they did for me! *tears*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else can i say? 2010 is gooodd~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope 2011 would be better! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-132247342856872790?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/132247342856872790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=132247342856872790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/132247342856872790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/132247342856872790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-from-muar-last-ed.html' title='Love from Muar, Last ed.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2087411249720370664</id><published>2010-12-16T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:09:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muar; 5th Ed.</title><content type='html'>For the moment, post would all be from Muar. I know, lame. But its my destiny, somehow it was meant to happen. so, with love...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been too afraid about the past repeating itself, that i become so insecure. alas, i learned that the more insecure i am the more reason for the past to repeat itself. i guess, insecure is a part of me now. i lost my faith once upon a time when i lost a loved one, by mistake. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've tried to rekindled but it just won't work. one of the many reasons is Mr. Love himself. without realizing what was really happening, we fell in love. or maybe i fell in love, again. I fell in love the moment i swear not to. i fell in love the moment i say he's not the one. i fell in love the moment i vow i don't want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, was obstructed at first. for which i'm cool with. i don't really want to fall in love though i knew i had. and as if for fate, obstruction resolved? which make it harder for me not to fall in love. He's not the one i've always dream of. he's not the kind every girl wish they had. he's not the type that can be showed off as a prized boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, he's like everything to me. *minus the family and tight friends*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to lose him, was never in my plan. if i ever do, remind me not to fall in love again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or rather, don't ever fall in love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i could swear i just couldn't bear another heartache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being faraway from each other makes me emotional enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess watching Gossip Girl don't really help. lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been through a lot. and i mean lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thus i hope, nothing could actually break us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope is a painful feeling but everyone loves it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am like a drug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too much of me, i'll become toxic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the same time, i could cure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2087411249720370664?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2087411249720370664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2087411249720370664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2087411249720370664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2087411249720370664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/muar-5th-ed.html' title='Muar; 5th Ed.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5937106459519602803</id><published>2010-12-13T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T02:22:16.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muar; 4th Ed.</title><content type='html'>Again, from Muar with Love. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love life has do me no justice since i set my foot here. True Story. just didn't quite share it with anyone. It became just like an ocean, there's time when the tides comes in, and times where it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been putting a lot of taught, if am ever gonna survive here i've got to step up more. yet, i still didn't manage to do that. Spoiled brat like me just prefer lazing around. Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what to say. I'm just saying, i need life. more than i ever taught i needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5937106459519602803?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5937106459519602803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5937106459519602803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5937106459519602803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5937106459519602803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/muar-4th-ed.html' title='Muar; 4th Ed.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-29414011112729220</id><published>2010-12-07T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:31:10.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muar; 3rd Ed</title><content type='html'>Oh god. I am enjoying life as a physiotherapist (student-for-a-matter-of-fact), but outside the hospital? &lt;div&gt;I need life! Seriously, i need one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind the fact i went back to Subang once every fortnight. but it's not enough! Muar is basically a dead city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am officially homesick! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-29414011112729220?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/29414011112729220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=29414011112729220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/29414011112729220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/29414011112729220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/muar-3rd-ed.html' title='Muar; 3rd Ed'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-875911148073862343</id><published>2010-12-04T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:55:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muar, 2nd Ed.</title><content type='html'>Life's been busy. It would be busier over the next 5 weeks left of our clinical practice. Therapists are all treating us greaatt! Tortured? Maybe in one way, in another way it helps us. LOTS! i have no idea that there are still like a mountain of things that we are clueless about! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this week i had been on an emotional roller coaster. =.=' I'm sick. Feverish. Lethargic. and paranormally sick. Somethings been bothering my sleep when i really need it most. It affected life in someways. Luckily, we are two very patient couple. *Love!* Survived the week, and am gonna meet him in a few hours! Excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm adapting to life there. Quite liking the fact that i stayed in all night, mind u. I slept the whole way through the night. Once i settled down, i lay down, sleeping and texting at the same time. haha! Maybe waking up now and then to peek around fb &amp;amp; twitter. Then back to sleep. Downside of it, is that i have 11 pending assessment to be done. LOLS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! Rezuin's graduating tomorrow! yeay u! maybe am gonna drag naim there. :) Actually, a bunch of them are graduating for diplomas. foundation students, we'll have to wait eh? lols. dah. sudah merepek. jom tidur. morning will come and a fast weekend it would be. i love Subang Jaya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, how i wish we have that MC now! tuesday is a public holiday, and monday is a no patient day. so, the department is practically closed. maybe there would be patient seeking 1st treatment and making up appointment . but still, if the department is closed would a lot more cooler! i'll have 2 extra days of holidays then! well, sometimes dreams will stay as a dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-875911148073862343?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/875911148073862343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=875911148073862343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/875911148073862343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/875911148073862343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/muar-2nd-ed.html' title='Muar, 2nd Ed.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3606365230116535784</id><published>2010-11-25T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:38:51.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muar. :)</title><content type='html'>It's been what? 2 weeks? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick and missing a certain someone is basically, a routine for me. but my story is about everything except those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town. Busy busy town with nothing i can do. pffftt. It's basically a chinese town as their race kinds of dominates the town. I can't even find a decent restaurant at noon thanks to the traffic and one way road. =.=' don't even ask about dinner, we would just stop by any restaurants or stalls that looks promising and assuring. Siapa kata makan murah?? Normal. feels just like Subang. and believe me, i've not been outside the house after 7pm. Don't have a reason too plus am too lazy to drive. Ngee~ Kind off getting used to it by now, whats with the tons of works given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. I am starting to love it here. Leceh? Mungkin untuk sesetengah pihak. For this 1st 2 weeks, things are a bit chaotic as the management just changed hands, and one of the physio got into an accident (1/12 MC). Yeah, u could imagine how things are. But today, a staff meeting was held and Alhamdullilah. Lots of things were resolved, and i admire the HOD spirit of trying to help us become a great therapists. Even with the lack of time, lack of staff he starts on a routine of daily tutorial to help us with our skills and knowledge. Not forgetting all the other physios, with different characteristics and all they're always willing to help. :) Even tomorrow, i'll be conducting an aerobic class for the hospital's staff. wish me luck eh? ;) This friday, CME would start. Tutorial would start next week. We also have to make a timetable for 3 types of group exercises. each of us would handle one class. There's a plan to ask us to prepare an educational board for the department, perhaps on stroke. Then there's the world diabetic's day and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever follows this blog would know how i dreaded coming here! but now that time flies so fast, i don't even feel the rush to finish this posting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah, My Sayang? He's doing faaaaiiiyynn! :) As long as he stays true, i've got nothing to worry about. Apa? Kalau dia curang? BAKAR je! Seriously, this is what i told him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him though. Hmmm. 6 weeks more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3606365230116535784?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3606365230116535784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3606365230116535784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3606365230116535784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3606365230116535784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/11/muar.html' title='Muar. :)'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8458014041080793332</id><published>2010-11-02T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:30:47.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am gonna exaggerate on this post. If u don't like what u read, please close the window. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 days more till the start of our clinical practice. As for this moment, i am freaking and stressed out. Say what u want, i know myself better. Its just that, people been saying that u don't have to see each other all the time or be together all the time to be happy. cause then u'll learn how to miss each other and appreciate each other more. The problem is, even with us being together all the time i still miss him when we're apart for the night or the next morning. *tak-kahwin-lagi-tak-boleh-tidur-sama*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even for the few hours we're apart, its like disaster! *yes-exaggerating* i mean, tonight would be an example. We have a special assignment to be done before this Friday, and since our exams is on Thursday we plan to finish it by tonight. So, we went out to get the ink to print out all the case report we've found. After juggling much, we decided one is enough. Back home, i was ready to nap when he text me saying, ink was not enough. we would probably need 3 more. =.=' Tonight, we went out again to get the ink. Why didn't he goes or i go on my own u asked? The assignment involved both of us, i feel obliged to help him or atleast accompany him. i don't even like him riding his bike at night with the traffic of Meru. Dangerous even for car drivers. Extra dangerous for motorbike riders! And right after we got back home, from Tesco again. He text again saying i forgot to give him the papers. *denggg!~* So, its like there's always something bringing us together during the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't care if u'r saying, LAME! my life, my way. hate it? get lost. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i am actually anxious regarding 2 things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st, us being away from each other for 2 months. *not-whole*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd, is like. em. maybe i should save this reason to myself. no, let me save this reason among me and closest friend. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is it with me and long distances? well, the reasons goes a long way back in my life. i told him once about this and he went all ballistic! *where-did-that-word-came-from?* anyway, the point is he said that past is past. if i cant let go of it then it means that i am not ready for him. and he has a point. even all my friends repeated the same thing over and over again. now it's all up to me to make it work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this talk about relationship kinds of annoy myself now. i talk too much kan? LOL. if, it is mean to go the opposite way that i plan i know all this words would backfire. for now, i like to think that i live in the present. i have faith in us. i do! despite all this insecurities. it is just the immature me talking. i know, and i'm positive, i will survive in Muar, and we will survive apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have a wish we share together. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8458014041080793332?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8458014041080793332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8458014041080793332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8458014041080793332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8458014041080793332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/11/anxious.html' title='Anxious'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1343547347062100693</id><published>2010-10-28T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:37:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blush*</title><content type='html'>Something he tells me this evening gave a me a &lt;i&gt;reality-check-bitch-slap&lt;/i&gt; right in my face! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was pretty embarrassed by it that i still can't stop thinking about, whereas he might have even forget about it. it makes me think hard. maybe, maybe we should just set like some kind of gap. no, its not like we haven't tried doing it. tell me, how do we separates ourselves when we're in the same class, studied the same thing, and be on the same group for almost every assignment. and yes, i am aware of people judging us. telling us to get a life ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the truth is this is our life! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: about the thing he told me about, we'll figure something out. maybe, a "big" decision will follow? xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1343547347062100693?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1343547347062100693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1343547347062100693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1343547347062100693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1343547347062100693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/blush.html' title='*blush*'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7293004929938202693</id><published>2010-10-24T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:12:02.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home vs House</title><content type='html'>mum proposed that i stay at home next semester instead of renting one. well, i'd love too, though for certain reasons i am still considering it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st; i would need a lunch time getaway to sleep or hang out. surau or library is not a choice. neither do naim's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd; i would need a getaway place from my stuffed house in subang. *yes darling, i dont actually have privacy here but it's home* and duhh~ me, too needs some times away from parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd; i wouldn't have an option but to drive all the way back to subang even on the most exhausting day out with naim or any college's friend for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th; this reason supposed to be the 1st but~ xD i would have to go to campus on study week to study as there's no way i can study at home. prove is this semester choice of staying at home. not working for me, i end up in campus 5days in a row. *lols* studying in campus in daytime is no biggie, but to stay till night ? never done it. and don't think i will like it. takkan laa hari hari nak lepak starbux pulak. kaya pun boleh jatuh miskin. =.=' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th; i have no where to place all my stuffs. having a rent house allows me to ditch certain stuffs that i don't use at home there. like my academic books. ;P if i were to stay home, i'd have to find spaces to fit them all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i still think having a rent house is a better option. but i don't know. maybe should ask around if there is a cheaper and better one? cause even my rented room is very stuffed! =.=' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7293004929938202693?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7293004929938202693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7293004929938202693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7293004929938202693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7293004929938202693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-vs-house.html' title='Home vs House'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5986268621720764331</id><published>2010-10-22T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:22:55.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Work</title><content type='html'>d/t some technical mishaps, we've lost our clinical preceptors marks that would cost us 30% . Thus, now we've got to cover the marks by doing some extra work. We've been given the task to search for 20 case report. Mine is case report on stroke. and of course, physical therapy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i tell u, it is not easy!~ it may seems easy, with google and stuffs yet we still need to read and chose the most reliable, and suitable. that, and the number of cases we need to get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh, don't get me wrong though. am not actually complaining. we're very grateful of having 2nd chances. we're even hoping that he scores us more than what we've got! u know the saying, behind every cloud, there's a silver lining. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, i'm getting bored and my eyes are getting sore of reading books and watching tele at the same time. and i'm not helping my eyes by staring at the laptop. *sigh*  and i thought taking a break from studying by searching for case report is a good idea. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets head to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5986268621720764331?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5986268621720764331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5986268621720764331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5986268621720764331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5986268621720764331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/extra-work.html' title='Extra Work'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-6135209937725914034</id><published>2010-10-15T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:31:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit</title><content type='html'>it kinda had become a habit for me. &lt;div&gt;when i'm mad with any of the friends, i literally absorb myself with more ME and HIM time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This i realize, few days back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i drifted away from them slowly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed in the room alone indulging myself with HIMYM and Research Methodology notes =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the next day, once i was awake, get ready and get my ass out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met HIM and studied together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class, went out instead of going back to the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tagged HIM and his friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once i'm back at the house, a bit catnap then head straight back to Subang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, got into a bit of a catfight with HIM, yet make up asap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After test, went on a little runaway drive with HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still to the moment i'm typing, i am still putting myself in a distance from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but made a date with HIM this evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why i do these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but boy am i blessed from having him in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is the very reason why i'm thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this could last. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prayingharditwouldlast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i am the perfect wife! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-6135209937725914034?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6135209937725914034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=6135209937725914034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6135209937725914034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6135209937725914034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/habit.html' title='Habit'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-6512030769525517420</id><published>2010-10-12T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:31:52.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happen?</title><content type='html'>We was the ultimate B &amp;amp; S.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note, WAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i know, i don't exist anymore in her diaries of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only God knows, how hurt i am thanks to her actions and words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a feeling, lingering around. Reminding me, of the times together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pushing me to ask myself, what is she up to nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously, for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been given chances to redeem back old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but both of us, for best or for worst;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;denied it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could repeat saying, i couldn't care less?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who am i kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not really good at first moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if there is something worth holding on forever;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's friendship sewn with love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she reads this, i know she know that its her i'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: pathetic as i sound, i rather be a pathetic loser on earth than a helpless loser in hell. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-6512030769525517420?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6512030769525517420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=6512030769525517420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6512030769525517420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6512030769525517420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-happen.html' title='What Happen?'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1674931589156183782</id><published>2010-10-03T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:08:15.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't seem to come up with any title, thus decided to leave it blank.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at a certain someone house today, and i  just don't know what i felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, act i do know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this feeling is just so weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know its better to just be ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just too shy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words don't spill out from my mouth as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i kept myself hidden as much as possible, though failed. =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;macam, kalau orang masuk tanya dengan muka pelik sb ta penah nampak,&lt;br /&gt;"nieh sape? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rase nak terjun masuk gaung dek malu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i exaggerate too much. =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em.. aa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1674931589156183782?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1674931589156183782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1674931589156183782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1674931589156183782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1674931589156183782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-seem-to-come-up-with-any-title.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2983371263868636536</id><published>2010-09-28T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:31:08.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>All these talks about cars and phones, really got me thinking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How blessed i am to be given this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, i don't have a sport car, i don't have a room of my own, i don't own the latest smart phone, i don't even have anything luxurious. No, we're not rich. not even close. We're a normal average family. and i am your normal average girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, i've got nothing to complaint. my parents never restricted what i do. they trust me to make my own decisions, and experienced things in life. I may seem spoilt and could never survive being independent, but i could live on my own. Prove it to y'all when i'm in Muar okayh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently, my dad are paying around 500 excluding the maintenance for u-can-call-it-rental car, just for the sakes of my convenience. He knows how important it is for me to be able to get here and there w/o having to rely on people. so, while he's trying to actually buy one, he "rent" one for me when he could have easily ask me to use the public transport. he knows my time of using those, are over. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought my own phone using the scholars i got last year. but then now it's in the "clinic". it is just so logical for me to pay for the repair myself, yet he offered to pay it for me. this, and all those stuffs i bought and shop for. all my cloths, heels, bags and those thousands of accessories. no, i am not exaggerating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 years, i've been through it all. the time when i'm the only child and i get whatever whenever i wanted it. the time when i have to compromise of having a baby brother, but still i have advantages of being the only girl. then come the times of hardship when i've the baby sisters, and yes financially. then, currently my family are doing great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see, life is a circle. i've been all around it. so, how could i ever complaint? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know they too, are proud of me. despite the lack of compliments :) if not, they wouldnt easily brag to their friends about my future profession? but they did leaves out my pointer out of the conversation. lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's been planning to buy certain stuffs for me lately. ouh well. we'll see how that plan goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: the fact that they're cool i'm dating now, is just an extra bonus point! :) reasons seems to be that they never really approved of it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nak fikir kebajikan orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sumpah tak larat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lantakla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak maki saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak caci saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carutla banyak2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya tak larat nak peduli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lantakla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak ignore saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak sisih saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak buang saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya tak larat nak terasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lantakla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak panggil saya apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak gelar saya apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu nak cerca saya apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya tak larat nak ingatkan siapa saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. i'm serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8948473228531762025?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8948473228531762025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8948473228531762025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8948473228531762025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8948473228531762025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/sumpah-tak-larat.html' title='Sumpah Tak Larat'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-352118817262484582</id><published>2010-09-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:28:25.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how i spend my Raya. :)</title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;div&gt;Venue : Curve, Damansara &amp;amp; Sunway Pyramid, PJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activities: Movies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er. can't remember but i was out somewhere. i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue : OU, Damansara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activities: Movie and Seoul Gardening and camwhore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue: Saujana Utama &amp;amp; Tesco Setia Alam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activities: Naim's friend open house and tagged along w Naim's mum shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue: All around Subang, Pyramid, Meru, Shah Alam &amp;amp; USJ 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activities: Searching for "kelapa parut", looking for marshmallow and accompanying kak shana, picking ween, naim and sue, and BBQ party for Ifah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue : again, Curve Damansara and Lily's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activities: Bowling and BBQ party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue : Farahin's open house and Naim's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activities: MAKAN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't Raya supposed to be filled with open house and be-raya-ing to everyone's house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is all that on the list? gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matul, i guess this is why this Raya seems so weird. Oh Matul gile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-352118817262484582?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/352118817262484582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=352118817262484582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/352118817262484582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/352118817262484582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-how-i-spend-my-raya.html' title='This is how i spend my Raya. :)'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7696310421766801713</id><published>2010-09-17T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T03:05:57.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring it all out.</title><content type='html'>i feel like pouring it all out here. &lt;br /&gt;i can't.&lt;br /&gt;what happened, who're involved, how i feel. &lt;br /&gt;can't be explained by any words.&lt;br /&gt;God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;but it will be for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry for something worthy of my tears.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing is worthy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faking it.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7696310421766801713?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7696310421766801713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7696310421766801713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7696310421766801713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7696310421766801713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/pouring-it-all-out.html' title='Pouring it all out.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-6837341859612048014</id><published>2010-09-14T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:20:37.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahwin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TI5POrmZ8rI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WhfZ_a_sL8U/s1600/pelamin_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TI5POrmZ8rI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WhfZ_a_sL8U/s320/pelamin_pink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516433707216007858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once u marry a guy, means ur marrying his family too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This advice of the older, scares me a bit. Just today, i went to pick him up and his aunt was there standing at the door grinning to the ears. It seems like she's sending him of, siap lambai lagi. Okaayy, his mum never done that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, it feels so impossible to get married. Mum is repeating that she wants me to finish study first then only get marry. okaayyy, girls! if i becomes an "andartu", please don't ask why! u know the answers. there might also be a possibility of ending up in some psycho department d/t all work and no play. *terbaiklah!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to the family thingy, no. i'm not the major super friendly kind of people or girl. example? i was silent, like reaaally silent whenever his mum is around. segan weyyh! even i'm intimidated by his 19 y/o sister. don't even ask me about his older sister. membisu seribu bahasa la aku =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other day i met his aunt , uncle and grandma. they seems really nice and friendly. but ta sempat beramah mesra, he was already back in the car. thanks to extreme sleepiness. lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah. i just realised something, i do sound like gatal nak kawen! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-6837341859612048014?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6837341859612048014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=6837341859612048014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6837341859612048014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6837341859612048014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/kahwin.html' title='Kahwin.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TI5POrmZ8rI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WhfZ_a_sL8U/s72-c/pelamin_pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-9160258441647890480</id><published>2010-09-12T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:19:58.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kecoh Betul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TIzdB_FYl8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/vG9atKmqH58/s1600/IMG_3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TIzdB_FYl8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/vG9atKmqH58/s320/IMG_3028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516026669805639618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cutetak?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Raya in KL have never been fun, but then melaram tetap melaram en? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Raya tetap raya. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but by today, 3rd day of raya i am already bored to death. hence, the blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;some people prefer to blog when they have something to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i on the other hand blog when i'm bored, then only the stories will flow out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;crapping in blog is something i do best. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;somehow, i could not crap just about anything tonight. blank weh! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-9160258441647890480?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9160258441647890480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=9160258441647890480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9160258441647890480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9160258441647890480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/kecoh-betul.html' title='Kecoh Betul'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TIzdB_FYl8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/vG9atKmqH58/s72-c/IMG_3028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-576017887728740141</id><published>2010-09-10T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:25:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG! It's Raya already! Seems time flies at high speed during Ramadhan this year. :) I miss Ramadhan already. I feel like i've wasted it too much to have right to celebrate Eid Mubarak.  *sigh* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, i don't think i tried hard enough. Reading a friends blog confirmed it. I should be ashamed. I hope by the next Ramadhan, i'll be a much better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Eid Mubarak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya gedik celupar garang nakal jahat etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why, from the bottom of my deepest heart, i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for every single mistakes. Every teeny tiny one to the oh so unforgivable wrongdoings of mine. Please forgive me. Please know i didnt mean any harm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaf  Zahir Batin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-576017887728740141?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/576017887728740141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=576017887728740141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/576017887728740141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/576017887728740141'/><link 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbu4jP9JPRY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbu4jP9JPRY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love it. found it on zieq's blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7711153711972816188?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8018534965779226157</id><published>2010-09-05T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:38:12.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love of god is the greatest love of all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yet why do we still craves for human's love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that includes myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To really fight for the greatest love, we had to have the greatest guts. to end it off with the person we thought we love, to really change, to stop thinking about love and lust, to really put an end to everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To really fight for the greatest love, we had to be prepare to fight the greatest fight. To struggle the calls the temptations, to fix our heart for the one and only, to not "cheat" on Him, to willingly follow His ways. His true ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard. but let's try. one step at a time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quotes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hadith - Sahih Muslim, Narrated by Abu Hurayrah r.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Allah's Apostle said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types, amongst the denizens of Hell, I have yet not seen them. One possessing whips like the tail of an ox and they flog people with them. (The second one) the women who would be naked in spite of their being dressed, who are seduced (to wrong paths) and seduce others with their hair high like humps. These women would not get into Jannah and they would not perceive the odour of Paradise, although its fragrance can be perceived from such and such distance (from great distance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TIKDRkSS_hI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mouTKo0UgE4/s320/HijabNotHijab.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513113231676341778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8018534965779226157?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8018534965779226157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8018534965779226157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8018534965779226157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8018534965779226157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/loves.html' title='Loves.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/TIKDRkSS_hI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mouTKo0UgE4/s72-c/HijabNotHijab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7492419299990755678</id><published>2010-09-02T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:47:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uPDATES</title><content type='html'>My blog is dead. Greeeaaattt! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepaking with YC never dissapoints me. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All kind of stories keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from past till future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dari belajar sampai kawen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mereka kata saya gatal. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gatal nak kawen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SENTAP WEYH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7492419299990755678?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7492419299990755678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7492419299990755678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7492419299990755678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7492419299990755678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/updates.html' title='uPDATES'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1437882681419448836</id><published>2010-08-21T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:54:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neonates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby during the first four weeks of life. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Am supposed to get this assignment on neonates done, but i have no idea how to start. So instead, i'm stuck here. HAHA. I'm in love with parachute by cheryl cole and pyramid by charice ft. iyaz. okay, crap. seriously i have nothing to write about. just feels like crapping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Yesterday buka puasa luar. kfc je pun. i know, lame~ but who cares? it's who i'm with and how i appreciate my meal that counts, no? :) another reason it's kfc is cause i've been wanting to try the shrimps. haha. though all my other experiences taught me not to trust the ads, but suka hati la! nak jugak rasa. :D after all, we debated on where to buka puasa for hours. at first it was supposed to be a restaurant we rarely goes to or never, well lets put it this way, kfc is something that is close to our hearts. ngee~ i wonder if he realised this or not, i don't think so though. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Oh, i really want a new jeans. no, make that several new jeans. cause all my old jeans just dont fit anymore. NO, im not fatter. im THINNER. hate that fact but i've got to admit it. :) Oh, want several new blouse, shirts. oh maybe trousers and what else? new bags? again? haha. shoes shoes! tho i have lots and only wears each of them once or twice except my comfy pairs. :) which i drag everywhere. like seriously everywhere. shopping, class, bazar etc etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh. boyfie is once again indulging himself in fantasy football. and yeah we do talk about it together. he's been gloating for getting the highest point in the 1st week. anddd been talking about it only with the boys in class. somehow, in someway i know i'll be ignored. =.=' he better make it up to me. oh, i think i already know what to get him for his bday next year. lols! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;okayyyyy. i'm crapping way too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1437882681419448836?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1437882681419448836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1437882681419448836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1437882681419448836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1437882681419448836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/08/neonates.html' title='Neonates.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5945735640646151118</id><published>2010-08-20T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:05:14.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyal</title><content type='html'>As in today, its been 2 weeks i'm stuck at home literally. minus last saturday and sunday. ;)  oh and classes and meetings and stuffs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so not really stuck at home la. Stilll, i'm bored to death. Its been ages since i'm kept at home on weekends. Shopping? Broke. Eat? Puasa. Then nak buaaattt apaaa neeehh? =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignment, please. Its a handwritten assignment, and am absolutely lazy to get it started. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont even have anything to blog about. No, thats not entirely true, its just that i chose not to say anything anymore. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm even more lazy to get back to Subang. Malas drive! *dasartaretibersyukur!* :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: ignore the title it has nothing to do with the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5945735640646151118?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5945735640646151118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5945735640646151118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5945735640646151118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5945735640646151118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/08/loyal.html' title='Loyal'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5879227741114710940</id><published>2010-08-11T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:34:51.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramadhan is here. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A peak for all Muslims in salvaging our love for Allah the Almighty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late as it is, I am wishing Happy Ramadhan and i seek for forgiveness from all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm human. A creature god created to make mistakes, yet learned from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May every Ramadhan become better and blessed for each and everyone of us Muslims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May it also be a turning point for some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Masquerade party is a job well done. :) Thanks everyone especially to my class. HS224/05. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next event, we'll do better okayy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5879227741114710940?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5879227741114710940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5879227741114710940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5879227741114710940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5879227741114710940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3228930886900358173</id><published>2010-08-07T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:13:15.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade Party.</title><content type='html'>One more day to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and worried at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Hopes everything goes well after what we've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be the most perfect, but it will be something.&lt;br /&gt;We've tried our best based on our limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're touched by the support.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt by the complaints and rambles.&lt;br /&gt;yet, Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed how some of the committee members are so collected and committed in handling the event .&lt;br /&gt;I've to admit, w/o them the dinner wouldn't have come true.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. Ur the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go sleep. Busy busy day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3228930886900358173?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3228930886900358173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3228930886900358173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3228930886900358173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3228930886900358173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/08/masquerade-party.html' title='Masquerade Party.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-435967182450558600</id><published>2010-07-31T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:52:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's home!</title><content type='html'>My dad gets the offer of going overseas only once in a while. A VIP here it seems. lols. This week is one of the week, he's in Aussie. And he got me a Coach's bag~ At last, and no, my family is not from the oh so wealthy i could have coach everyday if i wanted to. Thank you. ;) Love u daddy! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl, getting a bag makes me jump for joy ~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Naim is playing rugby for SAF. ;) Good Luckk dear~ No, am not going to support. *awkward* Lols. Maybe i should ask him to play something where girls are not a non-existence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, things are going well. A few exceptions here and there though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! going shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-435967182450558600?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/435967182450558600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=435967182450558600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/435967182450558600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/435967182450558600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/07/daddys-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s home!'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2729257980945684664</id><published>2010-07-29T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:28:55.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>This is something to be think about, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth does we feel secured around the one's we love?&lt;br /&gt;Every minute spend was worthwhile nevermind the fact that it was actually wasted doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;One second in their arms makes us feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;Every touch makes u smile?&lt;br /&gt;Every smile makes u melt?&lt;br /&gt;and even with only a look in the eyes could turn u upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say "Sorry" seems to be the hardest word, but sometimes "sorry" is easier to be shown, not said. Even words can't deny the effect of an action. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to understand my rambling? Ignore, thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, foes or enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we define them actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, most people claimed, that a certain person is their worst enemy and they just so hates them. yet, they stalked, they asked, they have the needs to know what is happening in their so-called enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. If u hate that person so much, then why do u have to care about them? Then, define hate. I would say, it's not hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either care, cause there's actually love not hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just plain jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i could have explained everything, but then i thought it's for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2729257980945684664?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2729257980945684664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2729257980945684664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2729257980945684664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2729257980945684664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/07/funny.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4820835054081543804</id><published>2010-07-26T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:28:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to blog.</title><content type='html'>Its been a while. Lots had happen yet nothing to be blog. I think i'm losing interest ? Whateverla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a news would be that we would be going our seperate ways. Starting this November ? The lecturers had happily seperates us for our clinical practice. ouh well, they have their reasons. Mummy is not happy yet okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual dinner is around the corner yet seriously, LOTS of things need to be done. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gym&lt;/span&gt; to be decorated. Things to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;buy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Budget&lt;/span&gt; to fit. Making everybody else happy about it. Seriously, the least thing u could do is understand the situation and not make a fuss out of it. and yeah, SUPPORT. an attitude?  oh thanks a lot for being in a community~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this alumni13 dinner hosted by the high school. have fun LOL-ing with YC. yeay! Spend approx. 3 hours getting ready! Best sangat! The place and food was yucky but it was cool to meet up with old friends old flames old teachers. yeah. long lost everyone was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love story? ;) Loving every minute. Hopefully, our ups and downs would gain us strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies? i dont even know what to tell since class is something that almost not exist in my diaries. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4820835054081543804?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4820835054081543804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4820835054081543804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4820835054081543804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4820835054081543804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothing-to-blog.html' title='Nothing to blog.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8535729488152619772</id><published>2010-07-13T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:36:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self;</title><content type='html'>Well, at last i have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes from my good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that the owner makes u representatives to collect all the money and stuffs, but seriously u don't have to ask us everyday when its been crystal clear he's coming on saturday~ u'll only exhausts urself and annoys us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;household items. PLEASE talk and let us know before buying ANYTHING! i don't appreciate people asking me money when i don't have the slightest idea of what u bought. we're living in a house, NOT college as we used to. So, treat it like ur own house AND act like ur living in a real house. we don't need 2 to 3 similar items in the fridge or kitchen or anywhere else just because everyone's acting so selfish. Except the item for your own room and ur toiletries, please, let's share. it'll let us saves more than u can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. for what i am babbling in here not to them? to restrict myself from flaring up in anger and disgust. i know how i'm capable of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are not related to this house, stay out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8535729488152619772?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8535729488152619772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8535729488152619772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8535729488152619772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8535729488152619772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/07/note-to-self.html' title='note to self;'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7031342433405440998</id><published>2010-06-20T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:57:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story 3.</title><content type='html'>For the sake of 3D, we waited for 5 hours. the 1st hour was spent at rope walk. Love's fav places to explore. Tho he found out nothing much was great there. Now, let's see what happens the next 4 hours. oh yeah. 2nd hour was spent in the food court at Sunway. Then 3rd hour was spent window shopping. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;we'rebroke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;blush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i lost track of time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lols~*&lt;/span&gt; The boys went into SenQ or something exploring all kind of those big big tv which all look the same to me. So, we&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *thegirls*&lt;/span&gt; sat comfortably on a sofa provided watching wonder girl's nobody while Naim was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gelinya" &lt;/span&gt;. Then their next song, then suddenly Girls Generation come out. I am not a fan of Korean everything, but somehow i recognized GG&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*iknow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://halimatulhilmi.blogspot.com"&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wudlovethispart*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because of Yuri. At least i think its her? *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess u did it. U made her known. well, to me at least. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the boys finally get to watch a 3D movie. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7031342433405440998?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7031342433405440998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7031342433405440998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7031342433405440998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7031342433405440998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3.html' title='Toy Story 3.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-9148187852983419275</id><published>2010-06-15T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:25:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Term Goal</title><content type='html'>For the whole semester, i've been criticized by every other peoples. that includes hypocrites, people who thought they knew me well enough. Think again 'dearest', u r way out of line. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i promised myself that somehow, am gonna prove them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for the semesters are out, and i'm blessed! told ya I'm gonna prove myself. Though, i'm certain i could have done better if i started from the 1st semester. oh well, time does not turn around, no? i'm gonna stay positive on this one. I have all other advantages that they may not haves. The languages, the brain, the boyfie and the fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinicals. I'm done with my lecturer evaluation. Though, i'm confident that i could have done much much better. Such a simple case, just lots of early precautions. Yet, panic attack! Thanks to the lecturer tho for giving chances as a first timer. :) Appreciated it, very much! Am gonna improve and try my best to be perfect in every other aspect left eg. clinical folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semesters. Trying to find ways to not get involved in their misery. As in criticizing others to make them feel good bout themselves? *grin* Lame, i know. I guess this is the downside of being in an all Malay society? where mentality is still between the line of immaturity and actually matured. Oh, u'll only be offended if ur one of these people i'm talking about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-9148187852983419275?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9148187852983419275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=9148187852983419275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9148187852983419275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9148187852983419275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/06/short-term-goal.html' title='Short Term Goal'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1888433169931588311</id><published>2010-06-02T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:36:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>who could imagine that greatest love of all do exist in this mean world. ;)&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention, in a hospital. where everything looks sad and dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*notes to self*&lt;br /&gt;True love would always be there no matter what ur condition is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st case.&lt;br /&gt;Wife suffers from Parkinson. Husband is always there smiling at her while she's in treatment. She doesn't trust others to hold her except him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Case&lt;br /&gt;young couple. Husband survived stroke. Always exchanges jokes, giggling while hubby on treatment. Never fails to bring him water, take off and put on his shoes. Help him up, push him in wheelchair. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Case.&lt;br /&gt;very young couple. An 19 y/o girl involved in MVA, suffers traumatic brain injury. Undergoes cranioctemy. unable to speak, or mobilize. very low confident and very little tolerance to pain. during treatment, boyfie was there to encourage her and help her. yes, her BOYFIE not husband. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th case.&lt;br /&gt;Young mother with two children suffering muscular dystrophy. Never fails to smile and entertain her children while exercising. Never fails to support them. Always, smiling, laughing and kissing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots of other similar cases. these are the ones that caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True love would always be there when ur in ur worst condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1888433169931588311?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1888433169931588311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1888433169931588311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>i oh so love it. its what i call home. ;)&lt;br /&gt;no matter where i have to be, it'll always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;even when i'm married and needs to live somewhere else w my hubby. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Love blooming like it could never end.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wish it wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;it's like we're back in honeymoon period.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can hurt us, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i gained i.5kg in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;another hope.&lt;br /&gt;hope i'd keep on gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;ngee~ the last day in penang before coming back, they said i look more chubby than before.&lt;br /&gt;thats, a compliment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work have been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;I think i could live as a physiotherapist.&lt;br /&gt;but, the same routine every single day?&lt;br /&gt;im having 2nd thoughts bout that.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, ive got 3 more clinicals to go.&lt;br /&gt;no worries.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i dont want to split groups.&lt;br /&gt;prob is, eventually ppl would start talking.&lt;br /&gt;badmouthing.&lt;br /&gt;why do they have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;live us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3169438355109678038?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3169438355109678038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3169438355109678038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3169438355109678038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3169438355109678038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/subang-jaya.html' title='Subang Jaya.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7649521576477934472</id><published>2010-05-22T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:48:19.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat.</title><content type='html'>im gonna get fat.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;unlike what zieq predicted, i am not buncet-ing.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks and i'm having a tummy again.&lt;br /&gt;2 months?&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving penang for its delicacies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7649521576477934472?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7649521576477934472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7649521576477934472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7649521576477934472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7649521576477934472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/fat.html' title='Fat.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-1992771434600479153</id><published>2010-05-14T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:29:16.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week</title><content type='html'>i wasn't gonna make this blog one to talk about cases and works. since i cant remember or bother bout tumblr, i just decided to just use this blog. so readers, prepared to get bored and clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week. only 2 cases. ;P no, not because there is no cases. but too many till i just dont get the time to grab one patient and assess them. whats with the small gym and overcrowded patient. funny thing is, they all came at the same time, and gets out at the same time too. on certain days, we'll be relaxing by 11 am! and break is at 1. lols. too many time to prepare to get hungry! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st case, frozen shoulder. ;) 2nd case, ACL tear. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physios there are very nice! and they dont just shut u out when u asked something. Tho we could always find their fault, as told by many lecturers in class. still, sometimes they know better what with all the experience. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: i think i'm loving my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-1992771434600479153?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1992771434600479153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=1992771434600479153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1992771434600479153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/1992771434600479153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-week.html' title='1st week'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5490984673789669176</id><published>2010-05-10T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:41:45.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang, at last.</title><content type='html'>1st day here, not so bad. except for the weather. and i thought Subang was very hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good in summarizing the day. Too much work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lols~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wth, we arrived around 11, 12? somewhere there. Now only i am thankful to have Puncak Alam. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*seriously*&lt;/span&gt; The building is old, nevermind that but not the fact that it is very filthy! Trashes are everywhere, and the office is behind the building. and i really mean behind. we have like to 'tawaf' the building baru jumpa office. ngel~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, lunch was awesome! Mee Udang Sg. Dua? terbaiikk~ :D Thanks mummy daddy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first daayy?&lt;br /&gt;cooooll~ besides us, we have 4 more diploma students from acms, kepala batas. They're cool. ;) We didnt do much today, will start getting cases tomorrow. Anyway, i have a feeling i'm gonna love being here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: i'm eating alot. sweating alot. drinking alot. working alot. and eating alot some more. do u think i could gain weight? *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5490984673789669176?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5490984673789669176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5490984673789669176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5490984673789669176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5490984673789669176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/penang-at-last.html' title='Penang, at last.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-5019778211553632104</id><published>2010-05-09T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:35:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 hours.</title><content type='html'>in about 6 hours, I'll be on my way to Penang. believe it or not, I'm going to work. serious work. where i cant mess up, or I'll screw my reputations. somehow, it's different than working as anything as long as i get the money. This time, I'm working for my grades. 8 credit hours. screw up, and I'm dead. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends won't believe this. i am actually going to treat patients. who would have thought. Lil diva-ish Ain turns out to be a physiotherapist? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;RoFL~ &lt;/span&gt; To H, i oh so adore the post! thanks for missing me already. i know u miss making me scream! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yC.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. i hate holidays w/o u guys. if possible, do try to come and kidnap me on either Friday or Saturday since I'm working on Sunday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss u girls and guys, a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the moment, i think I'd finish packing except for the small thing like toiletries, make ups etc. which would have to wait for tomorrow. and i think i break my record, i am only bringing one luggage bag, one box full w stationary, books etc, one bag for my laptop and one handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess that's because i exclude my Roxy bag which i stuff in my comforter and 3 to 4 pairs of my shoes which is going straight into the car w/o boxes or begs, not to forget my laundry-washed and ironed clinical uniforms. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard to lessen things? i guess the need to bring everything along despite all the tips learned in magazines is much more comforting. even when I'm typing this I'm trying to remember what else did i left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'll blame Naim if i left anything behind. he kept on saying, only the clothes matter. everything else could be bought there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i better head to sleep now. Nites dearest. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;please know i love u all.&lt;br /&gt;and i know u love me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-5019778211553632104?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5019778211553632104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=5019778211553632104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5019778211553632104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/5019778211553632104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-hours.html' title='6 hours.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-9162847536497215500</id><published>2010-05-08T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:31:14.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang.</title><content type='html'>Why am i excited yet reluctant to go there?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, one thing about traveling that i hate most, packing! I could never pack right! Make a list as long as i could, but somehow there would always be something left behind. hope this time, it doesn't happen that way. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay2! i'm going packing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-9162847536497215500?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9162847536497215500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=9162847536497215500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9162847536497215500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9162847536497215500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/penang.html' title='Penang.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2028696813162104218</id><published>2010-05-02T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:24:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved.</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'m relieved that we don't chose specifically who we stayed with. Now, our problems are solved. We don't have to cramp inside a house. Instead, we have enough space for each and everyone w/o messing our heads where to stash our belongings and at the same time fit ourselves in a house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoosing the right housemates, right friends are crucial. i can't deny that one bit. but not to the extend of burdening our own self, time and money. Alhamdullilah, our housemates seems fine. I don't think there would be much problem. Our landlord are nice. Very nice. They left almost all the things in their house for us except for beds. Which made our work seriously so much easier! They even promised to re-paint the house, repair what needs to be repair and clean the house for our convenience. Basically, we only need to enter and place our stuffs w/o worrying bout furnitures etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hough i'll have to say. renting is hard work. now i've got to think like my mum and dad. Bills, cleaning, cooking etc. Double major trouble~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*dasarpemalas!* lols~ Next sem would be a pain in terms of cash. The other sem i hope would be better! ;) I need to find a part time job, i guess? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or the record, i can't wait to get hold of the Persona~ which would make  my life so much easier. ;) come and go as i wish. Be patient Ain. The  time would come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2028696813162104218?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2028696813162104218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2028696813162104218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2028696813162104218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2028696813162104218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/relieved.html' title='Relieved.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-6788800250032900818</id><published>2010-04-30T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:16:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated.</title><content type='html'>Oh, i am dedicated to studying this week. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols~ naahh~ not really dedicated actually. despite all the tough subjects this semester, i'm more relaxed compared to the previous semester. don't ask me why. i just don't know. anyway, when studying reach the ultimate boredom, i tend to tweet and stalk people who matters most in my life. not those haters. when it comes to H, i gave up. her blog is totally out of my league! anyway, she tried to help me by making a special post. and oh i am touched! ;) To S, i read all yC's blog. no matter how kompelikated it mait sim. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of exams? Please, just wait for the result. what's the best summary for exam except results aite? :D as i said, i am dedicated to studying this week. and lets make it a much smaller &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;! insane much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. what else. oh! houses for next semester. as a degree student, we're meant to be kicked out from college one day or another. so, we decided to get our ass out from the college before we got kicked out. haha. but then, we found kind of a perfect house. RM800 w/o the bills. Fully furnished w/o bed. Great neighborhood too. Max 6 tenants are allowed. Good news, we have 4 at the moment. bad news, we dont have anyone to total up to 6. and we are very sure that we can't afford the rent with only 4 persons! anyone up for the grab? 2 person needed tops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start studying now. tutoring love. *as if*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-6788800250032900818?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6788800250032900818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=6788800250032900818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6788800250032900818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6788800250032900818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/dedicated.html' title='Dedicated.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3759277233889735319</id><published>2010-04-20T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:12:07.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow</title><content type='html'>I am basically &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in and out! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Love, that is. He came to my rescue before i get all hormonal. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rofl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, being here would not get me at my best. i'd stress out before u cud even count to 3. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*3secondrulesanyone?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment everyone else was so stuck up in books notes etc.&lt;br /&gt;we took the liberty to went out together.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of getting out from here was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; comforting in a way.&lt;br /&gt;being with you makes it even better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of coming back?&lt;br /&gt;makes me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squirm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whine~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and god knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;best place one could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3759277233889735319?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3759277233889735319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3759277233889735319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3759277233889735319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3759277233889735319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/glow.html' title='Glow'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-859334836175573625</id><published>2010-04-17T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:25:25.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections does not mean unhappiness. ;)</title><content type='html'>Somethings cant be shared with words. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Let it stay in my memories, yet i can't seem to keep this happiness alone to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-859334836175573625?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/859334836175573625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=859334836175573625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/859334836175573625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/859334836175573625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/imperfections-does-not-mean-unhappiness.html' title='Imperfections does not mean unhappiness. ;)'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7527049016746384450</id><published>2010-04-16T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:02:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 23rd Sayang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S8r0PTZsFcI/AAAAAAAAAVo/F9VpMgRfiD4/s1600/SAM_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S8r0PTZsFcI/AAAAAAAAAVo/F9VpMgRfiD4/s320/SAM_2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461446041883383234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sayang! U are getting old. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gambar ta clear. Benci*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7527049016746384450?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7527049016746384450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7527049016746384450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7527049016746384450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7527049016746384450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-23rd-sayang.html' title='Happy 23rd Sayang.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S8r0PTZsFcI/AAAAAAAAAVo/F9VpMgRfiD4/s72-c/SAM_2016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-9024596802920140470</id><published>2010-04-13T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:33:32.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physiotherapy Department, HUKM</title><content type='html'>A visit that had at last, open up my eyes &amp;amp; mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous hospital visit didn't actually exposes us to the everyday routine of a physiotherapist in a department work. One reason was 1st, in the 1st and 2nd semester we only had visit to have an idea of a department and it's equipment etc.&lt;br /&gt;3rd semester we did went to the orthopedic ward, but we didn't actually get to see how a physio functions here. Even in the outpatient, almost all the patient are quite normal despite few limitations. plus, there are very few patients at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester however, a visit to a bigger hospital. with more friendly physiotherapist helps me, us to get the feel of being in the hospital, working not just visiting. i hope i am ready to be an intern this upcoming holidays. pray for me! cause i know, i'll be suffocating d/t lack of knowledge. thanks to being super lazy all four semesters. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, he asked me. till when i am gonna keep myself shut and ignore the lots?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't know. maybe, until i am ready to forgive &amp;amp; forget.&lt;br /&gt;definitely not now.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-9024596802920140470?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9024596802920140470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=9024596802920140470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9024596802920140470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/9024596802920140470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/physiotherapy-department-hukm.html' title='Physiotherapy Department, HUKM'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3738830234165629019</id><published>2010-04-11T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:07:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>It's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;That wouldn't make u better than me.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it puts u at a lower level than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on your seatbelts girls.&lt;br /&gt;The Diva had pushed on the Bitch-y button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3738830234165629019?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3738830234165629019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3738830234165629019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3738830234165629019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3738830234165629019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4998301040853332915</id><published>2010-04-10T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:59:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites</title><content type='html'>How &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; can a person be?&lt;br /&gt;despite all the laughter and smiles and gratitudes, deep inside there's always a negative thought.&lt;br /&gt;i've experienced this for oh so long now.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i am facing hypocrites almost everyday for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;and have been putting up with it for as long as i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;i've played it their ways. now its my turn to play it my way.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;do i look like i care what they're gonna say?&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough!&lt;br /&gt;pull a face if u want to but i couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;talk behind my back and see if i care.&lt;br /&gt;plan to ignore me? don't waste your time cause i'd be happy to do it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;from the start i'd never thought bad about any of u.&lt;br /&gt;but being here. seriously opens up my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am i referring to?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Once u read this, u'd know who i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's u?&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of here asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;ergh!&lt;br /&gt;don't make me loathe u lots!&lt;br /&gt;once i start being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;even Naim wouldn't be able to stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4998301040853332915?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4998301040853332915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4998301040853332915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4998301040853332915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4998301040853332915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/hypocrites.html' title='Hypocrites'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4652341990276637327</id><published>2010-04-08T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:06:08.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awak &amp; Awak,</title><content type='html'>saya tau, walau macam mana pun penyelesaiannya awak &amp; awak, dua dua akan terluka.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kita kan kawan dah lama?&lt;br /&gt;janganla sebab ni, hubungan tu jadi renggang, paling teruk putus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awak,&lt;br /&gt;kalau betul awak happy.&lt;br /&gt;kalau betul keputusan ini adalah terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;saya sokong. saya doakan yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awak pula,&lt;br /&gt;mungkin bukan masa awak.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin ada yang lebih baik untuk awak.&lt;br /&gt;ingat, tuhan maha adil. &lt;br /&gt;dia tak akan anugerahkan kita pasangan yang tak setanding kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya tak cukup baik untuk menasihati.&lt;br /&gt;tapi saya cuba.&lt;br /&gt;sebab saya sayang awak &amp; awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara itu belum pasti.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin masa depan akan mengubah perkara kita jadikan sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang pasti, persahabatan itu jika tulus. Pasti akan kekal.&lt;br /&gt;Cinta antara sahabat itu lebih indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sayang awak, awak, awak , &amp; awak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4652341990276637327?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4652341990276637327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4652341990276637327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4652341990276637327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4652341990276637327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/awak-awak.html' title='Awak &amp; Awak,'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7621375907123197893</id><published>2010-04-06T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:18:46.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea who is being true to me. or who's not.&lt;br /&gt;No, i am not talking about love. Seriously, nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, sometimes when i thought i'd finally made friends. something would always happen that made reality kicks me hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not the kind of person who can be friendly to just about anyone that easily. we may sometimes shares the same joke, but thats just it. to spend time together, to really take notice or care about, only with those i'm comfortable with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secrets and problems are another thing. i only share it with one i knew, would understands me. i have a tantrum. i have a mood swing. i have my own way of dealing with my problem. sometimes, people can't accept my ways. but that's my way. i dont expect anyone to understand. yet still, people misinterpret me. yeah. nvm. people misinterpret me all along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been an ignorant little me once. it work just fine with me. i dont have to care about anyone. i'd do my things, n not have to consider about others. it does have it's downsides tho. but for the moment it sound perfectly bliss to be able to do that, again. if only, i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, that ignorant little me came back. Everyone around would be affected. I'll come and go as i please. I'll only care or be with the ones who really matters most to me. That time, my friends would be categorized into priority. That time, i'd be heartless. Bitchy. wtv u called it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, everyone would be talking behind my back. &lt;br /&gt;That time, i couldn't care less. &lt;br /&gt;That time, ones who are true would be the one to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7621375907123197893?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7621375907123197893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7621375907123197893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7621375907123197893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7621375907123197893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/true.html' title='True.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4184113724440160015</id><published>2010-04-04T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:15:24.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gian.</title><content type='html'>Gian nak update blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i have nothing on my mind. Oh. Aznil just won. lols. no reason why i'm typing this. i told u. nothing is on my mind right now. so, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4184113724440160015?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4184113724440160015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4184113724440160015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4184113724440160015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4184113724440160015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/gian.html' title='Gian.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8403059787084959114</id><published>2010-03-30T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:59:48.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing back that social ladder.</title><content type='html'>I thought that i'd hold on to my throne of being a super spoilt diva for too long. Maybe, a step down would do me good. well, guess what? i was wrong. You could never suppressed who u really are for too long, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of letting go of that throne, i'm going to get it back. So, yes. do expect the old me. Super bossy super spoilt super selfish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why? for those with twitter. u'd know why. i am not going to let myself be treated this way again. it may seems like a small issue, but to a diva every issues are major issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be slow. I am not perfect. But i am not someone that could be step on like this. what? just because u carry an innocent girl next door images, ur always right? well, think again my dear. i've put on with all this crap attitude far too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today, i'm taking the lead. like it or not, the Diva is back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not going to be the same game anymore. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8403059787084959114?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8403059787084959114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8403059787084959114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8403059787084959114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8403059787084959114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/climbing-back-that-social-ladder.html' title='Climbing back that social ladder.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7424125237833630434</id><published>2010-03-26T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:17:30.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socialite or Plain Jane?</title><content type='html'>Check out my addictions. Instead of going from hundreds of thousands to nil. it goes exactly the other way round. which i kind of love, yet it is holding me back. from what u may ask? socializing back in USJ duh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am missing yC. a whole lot more than i realised actually. Not just them, but i miss my mum. it's been ages since i went shopping with her condemning my every choice! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the hormones or am i seriously losing my mind? or maybe too much gossip girl? u know, u shouldn't left drama queen with a tv series FULL of life drama alone. u'll a get a megadrama Queen in a blink of an eye. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, whats weird is, my social calendar is in the sacred Puncak Alam itself. Lame. i know. but what does an over-achiever (as if!) supposed to do? i am needed everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a masseur this saturday. Then on Sunday, i rotated 360 degrees into an aerobic instructor. The next 2 weeks will be projects &amp; tests weeks. then it's the final. wowee. thats sound excruciatingly FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 2 days after my final paper or final station (whichever comes last)i'll be heading to Seberang Jaya for my clinicals! additional FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the news from my so called beloved brother, (u know who u are) are playing round in my heads like a stuck radio. it's like it comes out straight from GG! UES much? or should i say, USJ much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, broke or not i am getting that spa in Penang! don't ask me how, where or what. Let me dream first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. i am supposed to be studying! I've got a test and i can't play around with my grades anymore! i've scored my best for the previous tests. I can't let the charts drop! i've to stay consistent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me. &lt;br /&gt;From now on, i'm gonna be a Diva and top notch student. &lt;br /&gt;never a nerd. &lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7424125237833630434?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7424125237833630434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7424125237833630434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7424125237833630434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7424125237833630434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/socialite-or-plain-jane.html' title='Socialite or Plain Jane?'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-8906894035655860342</id><published>2010-03-22T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:54:51.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy as hell? Not!</title><content type='html'>been a while since i ramble on and on b0ut endless topic. Haha. I'm not that bz, but yet i just d0nt have the reason to blog. Yes, things happen. Here and there. But i guess n0thing really special nor exciting happens. Oh. yC are kinda quiet lately. Twitter is mving slower than usual. So, yeah. Where are u guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-8906894035655860342?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8906894035655860342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=8906894035655860342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8906894035655860342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/8906894035655860342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-as-hell-not.html' title='busy as hell? Not!'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7521484845880429069</id><published>2010-03-18T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:48:36.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uptown Girl with her Backstreet Guy. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S6EVvxqHu9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/uRrEYVl8si4/s1600-h/DSC01921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S6EVvxqHu9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/uRrEYVl8si4/s320/DSC01921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449660934623050706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7521484845880429069?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7521484845880429069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7521484845880429069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7521484845880429069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7521484845880429069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/uptown-girl-with-her-backstreet-guy.html' title='Uptown Girl with her Backstreet Guy. =)'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S6EVvxqHu9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/uRrEYVl8si4/s72-c/DSC01921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-3306155996945408665</id><published>2010-03-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:07:24.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of my life~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5j4_65mhrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yZCOmUdqKaE/s1600-h/Love.-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5j4_65mhrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yZCOmUdqKaE/s400/Love.-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447377526330918578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-3306155996945408665?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3306155996945408665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=3306155996945408665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3306155996945408665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/3306155996945408665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-of-my-life.html' title='Love of my life~'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5j4_65mhrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yZCOmUdqKaE/s72-c/Love.-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4608409664337357152</id><published>2010-03-09T23:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:57:58.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Botoxx &amp; Alice in wonderland</title><content type='html'>Ooohh~ Today, i officially called it a public holidaayy~! yeay!&lt;br /&gt;After a hectic semester with classes all the time, today all the class was canceled!&lt;br /&gt;So, the Botox (will be introduce later on) , me &amp;amp; ika decided to go on a girls day out! well, not quite la, actually ask naim to tag along but he refused, so yeah,it's a girls day out! *rinduGDOwYC!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main plan: Alice in Wonderland 3D *completed*&lt;br /&gt;side plan: shopping! *WELLdone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Botoxx&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Zzv7pfRgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nkM5fbB6tjI/s1600-h/23704_321082172466_521902466_3706390_975273_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Zzv7pfRgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nkM5fbB6tjI/s400/23704_321082172466_521902466_3706390_975273_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446668066653947394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the left : K. Farah, K.Jaz, K.Raby &amp;amp; K. Zeha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ainul Syafikha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Z1JFLK5ZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PmVyB8ZovLw/s1600-h/23022010640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Z1JFLK5ZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PmVyB8ZovLw/s200/23022010640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446669598219494802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! i was planning on shopping, but as usual i'll be too fussy to pick up anything. at least thats what i thought, but today was different. i bought *ohihopemamadoesntreadthis* 2 pairs of shoes! Almost bought 3 though. was attracted to a wedges but thought better than. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got myself a pair of studded glads flats from Nichii! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, flats not skyscraper high heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Z8VMfC0JI/AAAAAAAAAUo/35Iq5LeurBU/s1600-h/10032010705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Z8VMfC0JI/AAAAAAAAAUo/35Iq5LeurBU/s200/10032010705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446677502921724050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry! malas nak rotate!~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pumps with oh so cutee blings on it from Vincci! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh my gaga! it was on 50% sale! who could resist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Z8UeD-QpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Bp3C-Uyxf_k/s1600-h/10032010703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Z8UeD-QpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Bp3C-Uyxf_k/s200/10032010703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446677490460148370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we cruise in a japanese shop with all the items cost only RM5. Bought my self a skinny belt and a cute &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;measuring tape! lols~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spotted also a studded clutch in Vincci accesories! Gonna get it the next time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4608409664337357152?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4608409664337357152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4608409664337357152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4608409664337357152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4608409664337357152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/botoxx-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='The Botoxx &amp; Alice in wonderland'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r1Y7jqCmuDM/S5Zzv7pfRgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nkM5fbB6tjI/s72-c/23704_321082172466_521902466_3706390_975273_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-4300242139083646127</id><published>2010-03-06T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:56:12.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Physiology &amp; Pharmacology.</title><content type='html'>2 different tests. 2 very different subjects. same day. half &amp; hour gap.&lt;br /&gt;takes the breath of our whole class and make us go blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 4am last minute revising my exercise physiology. the more interesting subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slept the whole morning today, even skip my neurology class. ;p ignoring pharmacology. seriously, it's a bore. i thought i was gonna spend my morning revising the latter. i read 2 pages, and was fast asleep. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the exam hall, prepared &amp; ready to answer EP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pn. Maria lambat sket. kul 3 nnt baru mula."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pn.Maria kata die da anta org suh jaga kite test"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pn.Maria bg choice, buat test malam ni or pg esok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sape yg mara &amp; kutuk sy petang td? tlg phm. sy pnat baru blk outstation n td meeting etc etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we'll only sit for Pharmacology test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Puan, EP dulu la puan. budak OT ta dtg lg. Puan kate pkul 9.30"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Np, i told ferdaus malam nie Pharmacology sj. Sy bwk test Pharmacology shj. Siape NR, drive carefully, jln Meru tu gelap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! &lt;br /&gt;seriously, i lost my momentum.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the heart to sit for these tests anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel sorry for the post diploma who came down or stayed back, but in vain. i am not blaming anyone though. Sabar je la en? ngee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, exercise physiology test is postponed to this Monday. Damn. Pharmacology was done &amp; marked. *widesmile* Thanks Pn.Maria for the true &amp; false Q's. All the statements was right from the book which is very convenient. Eventhough the test is 5% only, hopefully it'll help later on. ngee~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaahh~ So much work yet so lil time. What with clinical at the end of the sem, my life wont be the same anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-4300242139083646127?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4300242139083646127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=4300242139083646127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4300242139083646127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/4300242139083646127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/exercise-physiology-pharmacology.html' title='Exercise Physiology &amp; Pharmacology.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-2457293616405543324</id><published>2010-03-03T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:29:47.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu.</title><content type='html'>suddenly, i felt home sick. I wanted to be at home this very instance. yet, i know i can't. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i am very much spoilt. *_*'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i don't wanna go to Seberang Jaya. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-2457293616405543324?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2457293616405543324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=2457293616405543324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2457293616405543324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/2457293616405543324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/rindu.html' title='Rindu.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-7302294720580702837</id><published>2010-03-02T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:39:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinical Posting.</title><content type='html'>My day, i'd have to say starts at 5.30am. today. I was startled from sleep d/t god knows what. There's a feeling inside of me. Dark, scared, ashamed. I thought it was the end. I can't make up why am i awake. I can't bring myself up. Troubled spoilt bratz in the mist of morning rise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised, Sayang is calling to wake me up. twice. Rather slowly, i bring myself up and get ready for class. By that time, i feel bouncy again. lols. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile, i laugh. Then the lecturer came in. Our Head of Program, Madam Kamariah. or Madam K for short. She came in, stands in front of the class. Usually, she'll come in, puts her bag down and straight away ask us to start presenting, fast. not today. she look around,and says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excluding the post-diploma, the original sem4 OBE students will be going for clinical posting end of this semester."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment, the whole class went astray. All such Q's asked. except for one person, he is the only one enjoying the news. That is, Mr. Ikhwanul Naim Ismail. *boyfiesapelanie* ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam K explained the reason to us. calmly. i do think the way she smile to us is somehow, sarcastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the day, the posting area was announce. As i suspected, there will be arguements on 1st, how to divide the places. 2nd, trying to get the place nearest possible to home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group? "jom kita merantau." &lt;br /&gt;Results, we end up in Seberang Jaya. ;) The place where no one seems to want to go. Instead of letting ourselves involve in the drama, we chose to keep calm and except anywhere available. Come on, we have like 4 more clinical posting to go to. Buat ape gado-gado? To me, i'll save the best place for last. final year, the most crucial clinical posting. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the moment i got the news that there may be another draw tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda annoyed with it, can't we just lives with our decision? Co-operate la. Next sem, next year ade chance lagi kan? chillax je~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me, i am EXCITED! yet un-prepared. my mindset was next semester! Plus plus, we also got the news that our final papers will have only one day gap between each paper. and we'll be the first batch to undergo final practical examination (OSPE/OSCE). Then, straight to clinical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck dearies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-7302294720580702837?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7302294720580702837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=7302294720580702837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7302294720580702837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/7302294720580702837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/clinical-posting.html' title='Clinical Posting.'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-232342671359796217</id><published>2010-03-01T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:20:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hye. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised my blog is quite abandoned these past weeks, though i tried to post up something every now &amp; then. Not that i don't have the time. technically, that is quite true. but the main reason would be that i'm out of words. lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i even starts? a summary is easier, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February, starts of lots of works, tests, submission, programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st test, i slumped. I didn't revise, at all! ouh, being a copy cat t/o test is NOT fun. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd test, which is today. i was determined. by hook or by crook, i've got to finish revising! turns out, i went dizzy the whole night. *damn* change of plan, instead of staying up. i woke up super early! 5am. studied the 3/4 remaining of what i needed to study. Test? turns out, okay. ;) i managed to answer most of the Q's. why only most? cause one of it is drawing and explaining. anatomy of upper respiratory tract. *pass!* LOLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am proceeding with the lots and lots of assignments waiting in line. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, a booked weekend by my c'sha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;the other week, Junior's induction. *evil*&lt;br /&gt;the next week, Physiotherapy Carnival. *datangla!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more to come. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-232342671359796217?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/232342671359796217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=232342671359796217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/232342671359796217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/232342671359796217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/hye.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564560640043336090.post-6978730392583906853</id><published>2010-02-25T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:54:49.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post B-Day Post. ;)</title><content type='html'>It was nice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got TON of wishes via all sorts of communication ways available. *terimakasihfacebook* :))&lt;br /&gt;Laughs,Smiles. Frown here and there. Haha. And oh, everyone is calling me TUA. ciss. &lt;br /&gt;Until today, i am still getting belated wishes. :)&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYONE FOR REMEMBERING OR EVEN REALISING!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A class in the morning. Then i spend times in my room. Facebooking. Sleeping. Texting. Resting. Then, at what around 4pm? Naim pick me up, and went for rojak &amp; cendol @Puncak Alam. ngee~ :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: Sunway Pyramid. Wasting our time camwhoring. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop of the day, is the best part of the day. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Day, Taipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family had planned for a dinner there, where my mum specifically ask me to invite Naim along. :D and oh my, i can feel myself bloating at the end of my meal. Even Nazmi can't eat already. *surprisedbythat!* All night, Naim is joking aroung with Abah. humm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, somehow, somewhat a small cheesecake suddenly was sent to the table with the cutest candle on it. *gosh!* well, apparently the cake came along with the crew. the next thing i know was that i was standing on the chair, in the middle of a restaurant! *blush* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember saying, i love everyone at the table *wink* and my brothers keep saying that my bday wish was to have a fiance, fast! ;p Then, they sang me a Bday song. *yipee!* Naim was smiling sarcastically tho. ngel~ I know ur laughing at me being treated like a child. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i wish the night was longer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again each &amp; everyone of u for the wishes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i still didnt get a baloon tho. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564560640043336090-6978730392583906853?l=divapinkishisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6978730392583906853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7564560640043336090&amp;postID=6978730392583906853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6978730392583906853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564560640043336090/posts/default/6978730392583906853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divapinkishisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-b-day-post.html' title='Post B-Day Post. ;)'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14882710707004380527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03_Ov2IAY1Y/TWpcS77wQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jdt5jIUxeA8/s220/182899_10150110583757841_696892840_6124370_39965_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
