<?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-4741447073092240095</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:23:08.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ its a hard line to walk</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog was opened by adila to accomodate adila's mindless musings and daily rantings :DD</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-965353723510977473</id><published>2010-06-11T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:43:39.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/TBI9L_KHgnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BOCuon1vSSY/s1600/___love_by_xdashkax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/TBI9L_KHgnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BOCuon1vSSY/s400/___love_by_xdashkax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481510972605039218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-965353723510977473?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/965353723510977473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/965353723510977473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/965353723510977473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/TBI9L_KHgnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BOCuon1vSSY/s72-c/___love_by_xdashkax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-287811926727030555</id><published>2010-05-19T20:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:51:12.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its been a while since i've written anything up on my blog. Don't know why I feel like updating things up here already today. I've been neglecting my blog a lot, what a shame. And now that it has become one &lt;b&gt;haunted and abandoned&lt;/b&gt; blog, its time to start posting again and keep it alive! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S_Pj9I_hpNI/AAAAAAAAATs/6cyOGtsHhr4/s1600/ibanez.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S_Pj9I_hpNI/AAAAAAAAATs/6cyOGtsHhr4/s400/ibanez.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472968611710739666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been drooling over the &lt;u&gt;Ibanez EW35ABE&lt;/u&gt;. Look at how &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; it is? Urgh i just can't keep myself from browsing the website and staring at the guitar. All these &lt;i&gt;worldly temptations&lt;/i&gt;, its whipping my dad's bank account squeaky clean! I just can't help it that my Ashton is all covered with haikal's fingerprints. Doesn't it sound &lt;b&gt;gross&lt;/b&gt;? I'm talking about haikal's dirty old greasy fingers! &lt;b&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/b&gt;! I doubt that my parents will ever buy me this guitar, sad story i know. How disappointing. Plus, I've been really bad with exams nowadays. I've been flunking my tests a lot and that has never happened to me in the past years. I need to get back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exams, I have to sit for my math test tomorrow and the worst part is that, &lt;u&gt;I LOST MY CALCULATOR&lt;/u&gt;. Great, I'll be one of those &lt;i&gt;failures&lt;/i&gt; in the class =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go study now. Lets just hope someone has an extra calculator I could borrow tomorrow. That someone will save my butt from getting another &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone wants to be my &lt;b&gt;hero&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow? Lend me your calculator! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAFIQ!&lt;/span&gt; bdk nih da 17 thun, da besa da! haha :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-287811926727030555?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/287811926727030555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/287811926727030555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/287811926727030555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-sister.html' title='hey sister'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S_Pj9I_hpNI/AAAAAAAAATs/6cyOGtsHhr4/s72-c/ibanez.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-4309683584959778196</id><published>2010-03-22T22:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:55:31.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Had a random chat with &lt;i&gt;alia&lt;/i&gt; yesterday. started out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S6eD6lvX38I/AAAAAAAAATc/jSsDI1uaIA0/s1600-h/alia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S6eD6lvX38I/AAAAAAAAATc/jSsDI1uaIA0/s400/alia.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451470916541734850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S6eE0hQYRgI/AAAAAAAAATk/CXY02wDK97U/s1600-h/alia2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S6eE0hQYRgI/AAAAAAAAATk/CXY02wDK97U/s400/alia2.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451471911770408450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technology does &lt;b&gt;wonder&lt;/b&gt; to your life =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S:&lt;/i&gt; ignore alia's failed attempt to speak spanish. not her spanish anyway, some online language translator did all the work. such a &lt;u&gt;poser&lt;/u&gt; eh? HAHA :p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-4309683584959778196?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4309683584959778196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-hell-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/4309683584959778196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/4309683584959778196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-hell-is-this.html' title='what the hell is this?'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S6eD6lvX38I/AAAAAAAAATc/jSsDI1uaIA0/s72-c/alia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-8457856231872320813</id><published>2010-03-10T16:10:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:54:03.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies in my stomach</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S5db2kpSkOI/AAAAAAAAATU/Stv0du1zQrs/s1600-h/Crystal-Palace-athletics-stadium-track-2004_1363718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S5db2kpSkOI/AAAAAAAAATU/Stv0du1zQrs/s400/Crystal-Palace-athletics-stadium-track-2004_1363718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446923267435827426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i need to start updating my blog again. I've been slacking off lately and i need to squeeze blogging back into my daily schedule! Ok, i may not do that because that's just next to &lt;u&gt;impossible&lt;/u&gt; to me. I just can't keep up with things. I keep forgetting this and that and end up fading things i'm supposed to do out of my memory chamber until someone starts reminding me. I need a &lt;b&gt;freakin reminder&lt;/b&gt;. My brain's not gigantic enough to pack up all these &lt;i&gt;bananas&lt;/i&gt; and keep them in place. After all, i am never one of those super smarty pants in the class -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's gonna be a &lt;u&gt;big day&lt;/u&gt;! We're going to the stadium and I'm gonna sprint my butt off for the 4x100m race! Lets just hope i'll come home in &lt;b&gt;victory&lt;/b&gt; haha. At least a medal, that should be enough. I'm supposed to be in the 100m and 200m races as well but since i pulled a muscle last week, i had to say no when my teacher offered me. Saying no to this is probably the &lt;i&gt;hardest&lt;/i&gt; thing i've ever done lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira decided that she'd bear with her strained muscle and just give her best shot for the 100m, 200m and 4x100m races. Yeah, we both pulled our muscles during last week's try-out because of the &lt;b&gt;improper warm-ups&lt;/b&gt;. Whoopsie, our bad haha. Should've known better. Lesson learnt now, &lt;i&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/i&gt; do proper warm-ups especially before proceeding to any kind of sports that requires quick movements and powerful muscles like for example, sprinting. Rules of life people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish us luck! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll come back and update with some pictures tomorrow but i don't &lt;u&gt;promise&lt;/u&gt;! eheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, visit &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/dilarazmi"&gt;my formspring&lt;/a&gt; page and don't hesitate to ask me any questions *make sure they're appropriate though before slapping the &lt;i&gt;send&lt;/i&gt; button (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-8457856231872320813?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8457856231872320813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/03/urghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/8457856231872320813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/8457856231872320813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2010/03/urghh.html' title='butterflies in my stomach'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S5db2kpSkOI/AAAAAAAAATU/Stv0du1zQrs/s72-c/Crystal-Palace-athletics-stadium-track-2004_1363718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-7821290802572976108</id><published>2009-12-25T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:27:29.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toodles! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ntvirus.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://ntvirus.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/bye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be jetting off to &lt;b&gt;perth&lt;/b&gt; tonight so i won't be back until &lt;u&gt;january&lt;/u&gt;! Happy holidays you guys :D &lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are having a &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dila&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-7821290802572976108?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7821290802572976108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/toodles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/7821290802572976108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/7821290802572976108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/toodles.html' title='toodles! :)'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-5560011610346650417</id><published>2009-12-22T12:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:45:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triple cheeseburger</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;u&gt;victoria's secret 2009 fashion show&lt;/u&gt; with my sisters on star world last night and it reminded me of how i have always adored one of victoria's secret angels, &lt;i&gt;miranda kerr&lt;/i&gt;. Well, I've always loved victoria's secret and i have a few items from the secret garden line myself :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/2/22252/06_2008/79486422-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 302px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/2/22252/06_2008/79486422-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SzBfDe5HgxI/AAAAAAAAASE/2kUZMiXAArk/s1600-h/miranda3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SzBfDe5HgxI/AAAAAAAAASE/2kUZMiXAArk/s320/miranda3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934865163584274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SzGHc2LT0II/AAAAAAAAASU/tPWIQAxuAD4/s1600-h/miranda5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SzGHc2LT0II/AAAAAAAAASU/tPWIQAxuAD4/s320/miranda5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418260756352454786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda kerr is one of their most in-demand successful supermodels and she is drop-dead &lt;b&gt;gorgeous&lt;/b&gt;! She's stunning! I especially adore her captivating and mesmerizing electric blue eyes, that remarkable killer smile and her always-cheery ravishing &lt;i&gt;baby face&lt;/i&gt; together with a set of her signature &lt;u&gt;dimples&lt;/u&gt; on each cheek. Did i mention she's originally from australia? She's just one &lt;u&gt;alluring&lt;/u&gt; aussie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of aussies, I'm gonna meet some next week! yes, I'm going to australia this friday for the second time this year with my granny and a few of my aunts. My last visit was on this year's march if i'm not mistaken. But that was brisbane and gold coast and this time we're going to jet off to &lt;b&gt;perth&lt;/b&gt;. So sydney, gold coast and brisbane.... BEEN THERE, DONE THAT! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we ate mcdonald's for lunch today. Since auntie mas (our maid) isn't going to be around probably until after we get back from perth, my parents put haikal in charge for food and trash. Our job was to do the laundry, fold and hang out the clothes. Obviously, our job takes a whole lot more energy than haikal's because my mom's mind usually wanders back to the 60's when laundry works were supposed to be the &lt;i&gt;"girls' duty"&lt;/i&gt;. yes, she still applies that rule =.= Hello??? We're in the 2000's people! hehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, haikal is as &lt;u&gt;lazy&lt;/u&gt; as the laziest thing on earth so he couldn't go out and buy us some food today. So we ordered mcdonald's. Instead of getting my usual double cheeseburger, I got a &lt;b&gt;TRIPLE&lt;/b&gt; cheeseburger. I think the worker must've mistaken 3 with 2 because i got an extra patty lol. Lucky me. Lets just hope that was a mistake and whoever that person who stacked my burger knows how to count HAHA. I ended up throwing that extra patty though because frankly, it tasted a little too meat-ish for my liking blehhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-5560011610346650417?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5560011610346650417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/triple-cheeseburger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/5560011610346650417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/5560011610346650417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/triple-cheeseburger.html' title='triple cheeseburger'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SzBfDe5HgxI/AAAAAAAAASE/2kUZMiXAArk/s72-c/miranda3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-6395076843778989383</id><published>2009-12-21T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:55:25.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>betty boop with saggy boobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8ZirjxVJI/AAAAAAAAARM/m6WucMoEx1s/s1600-h/cumel3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8ZirjxVJI/AAAAAAAAARM/m6WucMoEx1s/s400/cumel3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417576960349000850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"don't touch me, i bite!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8ZRy69j-I/AAAAAAAAARE/VR8cK3OVmpc/s1600-h/cumel2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8ZRy69j-I/AAAAAAAAARE/VR8cK3OVmpc/s400/cumel2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417576670267543522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8ZFjKw7AI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8kGdQUqVkA4/s1600-h/cumel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8ZFjKw7AI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8kGdQUqVkA4/s400/cumel.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417576459880426498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8Ztg6cfNI/AAAAAAAAARU/dZSnUdz-N6g/s1600-h/cumel4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8Ztg6cfNI/AAAAAAAAARU/dZSnUdz-N6g/s400/cumel4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417577146469874898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my british shorthair baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ransacked dad's &lt;b&gt;super-powerful&lt;/b&gt; desktop and raided his iphoto today and found these cute pics awww. Alia came up with the name &lt;b&gt;betty boop&lt;/b&gt; because she's got some serious saggy boobs xD. She had liposuction before but after a while the fats came back and gathered at the &lt;i&gt;'boob'&lt;/i&gt; area. Seriously, she's ubberly &lt;u&gt;SEXY!&lt;/u&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;p/s&lt;/u&gt;: her name isn't betty boop. its &lt;i&gt;KOOKIE&lt;/i&gt; but betty boop would be like her second name HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-6395076843778989383?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6395076843778989383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/betty-boop-with-saggy-boobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/6395076843778989383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/6395076843778989383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/betty-boop-with-saggy-boobs.html' title='betty boop with saggy boobs'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sy8ZirjxVJI/AAAAAAAAARM/m6WucMoEx1s/s72-c/cumel3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-2358632006765351589</id><published>2009-12-20T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:37:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trisyia the hot-tempered loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;i was gone for the weekend, mak lang and pak lang invited us to &lt;b&gt;cameron highlands&lt;/b&gt;. How could've i said no? Mak lang and pak lang (also known as &lt;i&gt;santa claus&lt;/i&gt; for laughing like one *ho ho ho) has been my favourite aunt and uncle since like forever! We stayed at an eTiQa bungalow which was quite big, fits about 15 people and kind of antique-ish, i would say. The backyard was utterly &lt;u&gt;enormous&lt;/u&gt;! I was literally speechless when I saw it. We got a tennis court and a garden decorated with flowers at the backyard and a very nice driveway at the front yard with flowers as well. They should have added an &lt;b&gt;italian fountain&lt;/b&gt; to go with the backyard, it'd add an awesome kick of italian touch to it. After all, everyone loves european countries :D. Giulliana rancic would've killed for it lol. Ok, i watched too much of &lt;i&gt;giulliana &amp; bill&lt;/i&gt; episodes on E! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a great holiday but unfortunately, trisyia &lt;u&gt;ruined&lt;/u&gt; it for me. She's wayyy ferocious for god's sake! She's wild, harsh and vicious. She's the savage beast of the jungle. She's stingy, egoistical, &lt;b&gt;BOSSY &amp; PUSHY&lt;/b&gt;, self-centered, narrow, mercenary, domineering..... Ok, enough describing trisyia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several reasons why I shouldn't be happy. First off, we got the worst room with a deformed sink. In other words, a &lt;i&gt;mentally retarded&lt;/i&gt; sink that doesn't channel any water. What's the use of a sink without a water coming out from the tap? NO USE &lt;u&gt;AT ALL&lt;/u&gt;. Secondly, our room's the teeny tiniest. All 5 of us were cramped in a small room with only a queen bed and a single bed. We're not sardines ok? Thirdly, the room's got no bathroom. The others got a much much bigger room with a fully working sink that looks more decent than ours, a bathroom and 2 queen beds. FAIR ENOUGH. Lastly, we had trisyia in the driver's seat. Not literally. Like I said, she's bossy. The &lt;b&gt;bossiest&lt;/b&gt; kid in the history of the bossiest kids alive. She thinks she's the queen of the entire universe. Reality check, NOT! &lt;i&gt;PUH-LEASE&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo we got into a fight with her. Long story. Everyone was ganging up on her for what she did and it totally cut her to the core. Finally, I said something that was extremely unexpected to her and it hit her like a ton of &lt;u&gt;bricks&lt;/u&gt; on her head. Urghh curse her for ruining my holiday and making me feel &lt;b&gt;guilty&lt;/b&gt; for making me say it. She deserved it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok put the whole cat fight aside, the whole holiday was great minus the fight. We played carrom and &lt;i&gt;santa&lt;/i&gt; taught us to play some card games including poker and colek, without trisyia of course. She was busy &lt;u&gt;pretending&lt;/u&gt; to be minding her own business HAHA. I won over alia and &lt;i&gt;santa&lt;/i&gt; on carrom. I was obviously good ehheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played at the backyard a lot really. Its really hard NOT to have some of your imaginations come flying out of your mind when the surrounding itself is forcing you to be a 6 year-old who reads fables, fairytales and happy endings HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an &lt;b&gt;almost-great&lt;/b&gt; time :D I'll have pictures later if i'm not lazy enough. I can be &lt;u&gt;unbearably&lt;/u&gt; sluggish sometimes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys enjoy your holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs &amp; kisses,&lt;br /&gt;dila (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-2358632006765351589?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2358632006765351589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/trisyia-hot-tempered-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/2358632006765351589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/2358632006765351589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/trisyia-hot-tempered-loser.html' title='trisyia the hot-tempered loser'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-4431022359301247847</id><published>2009-12-15T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:57:59.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissy qis ♥ HAHAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this week, we had our usual &lt;i&gt;cousinly-talk&lt;/i&gt; on ym with qis and she had spilled a lot of pretty juicy secrets herself. &lt;b&gt;Secrets are secrets&lt;/b&gt; so i won't put it here though everyone who knows me knows that i'm a bad &lt;u&gt;secret-keeper&lt;/u&gt; ehheh. Anyways, qis' kind of getting over her previous crush already mostly because of the childish character he had shown after a full day of chatting with him. She finally saw his true colours HAHAH. This is a shot before she even knew how childish he is xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SygWS9q0SHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rLbuJgN9ffY/s1600-h/qisHAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SygWS9q0SHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rLbuJgN9ffY/s400/qisHAHA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603066960627826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that day, qis told me iman was getting &lt;u&gt;married&lt;/u&gt;. we startled for a second and was like &lt;i&gt;"u must be kidding me!"&lt;/i&gt;. I mean who would've thought cik da's lonely &lt;b&gt;almost-good-looking&lt;/b&gt; pilot client is getting married? iman apparently was gone for a few days and our aunties aka maids jumped to the conclusion that he was getting married somewhere in the village because he was never gone for more than 3 days (yes, we are stalkers to him). nobody knows that for sure yet but auntie mas and auntie norish are pretty confident about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SygWbmm3PuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1otKYd6krI8/s1600-h/qisagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SygWbmm3PuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1otKYd6krI8/s400/qisagain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603215388851938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom came home with twilight saga journals in her hand last week and we were so thrilled :D I tore open the plastic wrapper and i have to tell you, the tin that comes with it is &lt;i&gt;divine&lt;/i&gt;! The details and the designs are well-made and just exquisite. I especially love the silver accents going all over the tin. It makes a great collector's item!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had wrapped &lt;b&gt;eclipse&lt;/b&gt; in a clear pvc plastic wrapper earlier and rested it under a huge pile of mira and mine's form 5 text books so that it'd come out so sleek and clean the next morning you don't even realize that the plastic wrapper's there. I lavished so much attention, interest, love and care on the book that i hardly have any time for anything else and i'm pretty &lt;u&gt;OCD&lt;/u&gt; when it comes to my twilight saga things. No one can touch my twilight saga journals and novels &lt;b&gt;ESPECIALLY NOT&lt;/b&gt; haikal and &lt;i&gt;except&lt;/i&gt; my sisters of course. I don't want haikal's snotty fingers on my things, its disgusting and i shouldn't tell you the rest. you might just throw up on that. He's just disgusting all over, no explanations needed. And to think that he thinks we're disgusting. I could almost &lt;u&gt;puke&lt;/u&gt; to the thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;p/s&lt;/u&gt;: noticed anything? It might just be from eclipse. The book might have a powerful influence on me, in a good way. A day of reading eclipse changed a girl's idea and perspective on writing. Pretty &lt;b&gt;absurd&lt;/b&gt;, huh? It might just be me though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-4431022359301247847?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4431022359301247847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/qis-and-pilot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/4431022359301247847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/4431022359301247847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/qis-and-pilot.html' title='kissy qis ♥ HAHAH'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SygWS9q0SHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rLbuJgN9ffY/s72-c/qisHAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-3072225496964544106</id><published>2009-12-10T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:46:58.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SyMe215Hn8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/RQRpHB90IXA/s1600-h/new_moon2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SyMe215Hn8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/RQRpHB90IXA/s400/new_moon2110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414205104557891522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, before i even start, i'd like to say something :). listening? Good. I know I haven't been writing in a while now but trust me, i have the PERFECT ever reason for not doing so. I was being the &lt;b&gt;LAZIEST A*S&lt;/b&gt; ever. Don't blame me, its my nature. Now that I can't help it, I have all these ideas (adila's usual pathetic kind) accumulating and flooding in my head and they're about to be exploded and probably cause some kind of disaster that might be similar to what you see in the movie &lt;i&gt;2012&lt;/i&gt;, ok i'm exaggerating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its time for me to start writing and record whatever's in my life so that someday in the future when i'm wrinkly old i can go back to each entry and probably laugh at how naive i am and how &lt;u&gt;lousy and corrupted&lt;/u&gt; my mind is lol, if of course the internet still exist. *i'm so gonna laugh at this later HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets get started. Today is movie day out! One thing i really &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; hate about cinemas is the &lt;i&gt;chinese subtitles&lt;/i&gt;. urghh sooo distracting and unappealing. No offense intended. Anyways, my sisters and i went to mv and we watched &lt;u&gt;new moon&lt;/u&gt;. Oh and believe me, we are like the &lt;b&gt;biggest&lt;/b&gt; twilight fan ever. Well, not until we get our hands on twilight duwop lip venom which i've been lusting after for so long after having seen it online, twilight journals, all the novels (hard cover of course, paperback tak main ah HAHA) and whatever with &lt;u&gt;jacob black&lt;/u&gt; with his new short hair and buffed bod stamped on it (well, in my case yeah &lt;i&gt;*drool&lt;/i&gt;). Overall, the movie was "kick-awesome", quote kris allen :D! I watched the premiere of new moon on E! and kristen aka bella wore this odd mullet-like hairstyle which kind of reminds me of billy ray cyrus in his young days except kristen's was messier and uglier? :/ hmm it had a hint of punk to it, just awful. Aside from kristen stewart's bad sense of fashion and style (plus bad posture and bizarre habits :P ehheh), the premiere was super cool especially with taylor lautner in it &lt;i&gt;*drool again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in &lt;b&gt;DIRE&lt;/b&gt; need of dental floss after munching about half of the medium sized caramel popcorn so i stopped. Flossing, &lt;u&gt;dorky&lt;/u&gt; habit i know, i just can't help my dental hygiene obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the end of the movie wasn't so good though. It got me curious and left me scratching my head. Will bella and edward marry? The end was edward proposing bella. Sorry, for spilling out the beans hehe. I haven't really read eclipse yet actually, though i have planned to read it later. Yeah, so much for the biggest #1 fan =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo into the movie to the point where i literally jumped off my seat because edward was getting dragged by another evil vampire of his kind at the volturi and i was worried, kind of lol. I'm not really into edward though, i am a proud &lt;b&gt;team jacob&lt;/b&gt;! :D yeahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this marks the end of today's entry. I hope you enjoyed my new moon premiere rambles and descending into my &lt;u&gt;twilight obsession&lt;/u&gt; with me :P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-3072225496964544106?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3072225496964544106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/3072225496964544106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/3072225496964544106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-madness.html' title='new moon madness'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SyMe215Hn8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/RQRpHB90IXA/s72-c/new_moon2110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-6177305580470119473</id><published>2009-10-09T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:53:12.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ukm: day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/StAgKYXkWaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z9ULUJqZ_3A/s1600-h/2dayartwork2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/StAgKYXkWaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z9ULUJqZ_3A/s400/2dayartwork2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390844116674566562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow team did this IQ test from &lt;a href="http://permatapintar.com.my"&gt;permata pintar&lt;/a&gt; today and it bored me to the &lt;b&gt;max&lt;/b&gt;. We had to answer &lt;u&gt;A LOT&lt;/u&gt; of questions and an hour wasn't enough at all. I was getting tired of answering it all, I started to cheat the test HAHA. Plus, the unappealing smell that was lingering around the computer lab made me go BERSERK! Seriously, I punched and hit the keyboard like a clueless wild monkey cuz i couldn't cope with it. Yup, I threw a tantrum just because of that =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't durian or belacan etc. IT WAS &lt;i&gt;SOMEONE'S BODY ODOUR&lt;/i&gt; THAT POWERED UP THE ROOM! And &lt;b&gt;WORST OF ALL&lt;/b&gt;, that someone was right beside me. Just &lt;u&gt;great&lt;/u&gt;. Having to answer millions of questions without throwing the awful overpowering smell hugging your nose into the mix was already bad enough. urgh Its like her pits are decaying or something. No offense. She just need a good deodorant, that's all. Too bad I missed her birthday, I could've given her 10 bottles of &lt;i&gt;deodorant&lt;/i&gt; and another 10 of powerful &lt;u&gt;perfume&lt;/u&gt; that would kill the smell. No, I seriously mean it and I'm willing to do it. I'm sure she would appreciate it &lt;i&gt;*ehem&lt;/i&gt; and everyone else around her &lt;i&gt;*ehem&lt;/i&gt;. I mean kookie smells even better. Ok, I'm so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there was another program called "fun with english". Syiira and mira had to do a &lt;b&gt;catwalk&lt;/b&gt; on the stage holding our artwork xD And that was all it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9Gk8gS7CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oRaAMptQBqI/s1600-h/R0015568.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9Gk8gS7CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oRaAMptQBqI/s400/R0015568.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604879516593186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9GatfpJDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hf1w-hZGrbs/s1600-h/R0015564.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9GatfpJDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hf1w-hZGrbs/s400/R0015564.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604703688631346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9GJfMftmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Q24-jxpQNgw/s1600-h/R0015560.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9GJfMftmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Q24-jxpQNgw/s400/R0015560.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604407792449122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-6177305580470119473?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6177305580470119473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/ukm-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/6177305580470119473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/6177305580470119473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/ukm-day-3.html' title='ukm: day 3'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/StAgKYXkWaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z9ULUJqZ_3A/s72-c/2dayartwork2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-2962275011632961456</id><published>2009-10-08T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:43:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ukm: day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9BagB5K9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/i9OBz9lRPPw/s1600-h/day2poic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9BagB5K9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/i9OBz9lRPPw/s400/day2poic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390599202516052946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's our second day at ukm and so far it hasn't bore me yet. I like the fact that we're learning in air-conditioned rooms and that just prevent me from becoming an &lt;u&gt;oil slick&lt;/u&gt; =.= WELL, for a while at least. It just doesn't last. All the walking really did not help AT ALL. Its so sad to be me hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first session, the blue and yellow team had to stay in the hall before recess for something called &lt;b&gt;"bahasa jiwa bangsa"&lt;/b&gt; if I'm not mistaken. Before he could even start his speech, a wild outdoor &lt;u&gt;monkey&lt;/u&gt; walked in and sat at one corner minding his own business. Everyone was in shock, some of us even went in front to take pictures of the monkey. Our teachers undertook to take the monkey out but it wasn't a success because the monkey then became a little aggressive and scared them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our team mate, who then eventually wrote &lt;i&gt;"monkey trainer"&lt;/i&gt; on the back of his name tag =.= , guided the monkey out. It was one of those &lt;b&gt;victory moments&lt;/b&gt; because everyone clapped for him HAHAHAHAH. Oh and omg the monkey trainer thing on his name tag cracked me up HAHAHAHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess we got to see &lt;u&gt;robots&lt;/u&gt;. A RM3,000 robot, RM5,000 robot, RM25,000 robot and a RM1,000,000 robot. It was actually pretty lame but i kind of enjoyed it a bit because some of the robots are fascinating and interesting, i might say. But the RM1,000,000 one was the &lt;i&gt;b-o-r-i-n-g-e-s-t&lt;/i&gt;! And to think its the most expensive among the other robots! What a waste of money HAHA. I just don't what it gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss2oY3rYoaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4UEgIVPOiQM/s1600-h/R0015488.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss2oY3rYoaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4UEgIVPOiQM/s400/R0015488.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390149474248597922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts and stars,&lt;br /&gt;dila :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-2962275011632961456?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2962275011632961456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/ukm-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/2962275011632961456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/2962275011632961456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/ukm-day-2.html' title='ukm: day 2'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Ss9BagB5K9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/i9OBz9lRPPw/s72-c/day2poic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-4429010571454287594</id><published>2009-10-02T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:40:21.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank youu masturina! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SsrEU8yOP3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/cmLZQRs_c_Y/s1600-h/mas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SsrEU8yOP3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/cmLZQRs_c_Y/s400/mas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389335768295423858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink one's mine and green's mira's. She definitely knows what we like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SsrEed2kvbI/AAAAAAAAAME/o5O3CO3sO-4/s1600-h/mas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SsrEed2kvbI/AAAAAAAAAME/o5O3CO3sO-4/s400/mas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389335931790867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;! PLUS &lt;u&gt;g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s&lt;/u&gt;! Ask anyone who has met masturina :)&lt;br /&gt;Masturina is my neighbour + friend. We used to study together and she would come to my house and I would teach her mathematics and science cuz I was &lt;i&gt;pretty darn good&lt;/i&gt; at both the subjects back then (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO JOKE&lt;/span&gt;). Well, that was before the big exam, pmr, that actually ruined my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfectly polished&lt;/span&gt; record =.= Now, there are two little ugly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B's&lt;/span&gt; in it and that pretty much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flawed&lt;/span&gt; my academic record. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, She's the nicest ever person I've ever ever met :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-4429010571454287594?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4429010571454287594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-youu-masturina-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/4429010571454287594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/4429010571454287594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-youu-masturina-3.html' title='thank youu masturina! &lt;3'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SsrEU8yOP3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/cmLZQRs_c_Y/s72-c/mas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4741447073092240095.post-3892663176066422756</id><published>2009-10-01T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:26:37.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet 16 is today! :D</title><content type='html'>Yup, today's my 16th birthday and obviously I'm officially 16 today! :DD So I figured I should write my first post on this blog today on my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wanna thank my &lt;b&gt;mom &amp; dad&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;syiira&lt;/b&gt;, ira &amp; ifa, &lt;b&gt;aina&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;sajidah&lt;/b&gt;, wan, &lt;b&gt;huda&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;aimi&lt;/b&gt;, afiqah, farah, &lt;b&gt;masturina&lt;/b&gt;, aiesyah, naya, dirah, ainal, kina, hudazul, maiza, hannah, alia, masmee, &lt;b&gt;fafa&lt;/b&gt;, noor, athirah, wana, tus syee, cikgu norhaliza, syami, &lt;b&gt;faqih&lt;/b&gt;, shaher, zaid, hakim, nashreeq, yasmin, naddie, mira azyan, mira akmal, mazahar, syera, alya, syauqi, razie, iskandar, tengku..... and some other random myspacers (&lt;i&gt;Sorry guys, I don't know your names&lt;/i&gt;) for the &lt;i&gt;wonderful wishes&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;u&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS LOADSSSS!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;3 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so lets just jump to today's story. So syiira came by today to finish her est presentation. Yeah, she needed a computer cuz she doesn't have any. So she used mine. You should've seen her &lt;i&gt;i'm-about-to-barf&lt;/i&gt; face she did before climbing into the bus! She does that all the time when she's super super &lt;u&gt;extra&lt;/u&gt; nervous and she was HAHA. I was a tad bit concerned about her barfing while on the bus. Thankfully, she didn't lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't wanna write long on my first post so I will stop just about here. Yes, right here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4741447073092240095-3892663176066422756?l=dottydimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3892663176066422756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sweet-16-is-today-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/3892663176066422756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4741447073092240095/posts/default/3892663176066422756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottydimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sweet-16-is-today-d.html' title='my sweet 16 is today! :D'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
