<?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-11115718</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:48:58.616+08:00</updated><category term='F1'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='LFC'/><category term='pictures galore'/><category term='school event'/><category term='out with the gals'/><category term='out and about'/><category term='rambles'/><title type='text'>aimar_undermyskin</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm the ultimate!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>713</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5712620454205796434</id><published>2010-03-18T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:09:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's with a heavy heart...</title><content type='html'>If I could have my way it'll continue for as many days...weeks...months...years. I knew that at some point this has an expiry date and I thought I was fully prepared. But even before its expiry date I'm already in a state of daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you can fall in love in a matter of weeks and then you found out that it will prolly take you longer to fall out of it? I wasn't strong enough to stay away so this is what happens when you use your heart to think and not your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just sad that whatever it is that we had can't be prolonged, can't be persued and should not even be thought about. I remembered reading out his horoscope and it said "...prepare to take up new challenges...like an adventurous new romance." Was I his adventurous romance because he said that he have plans to try a new romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine said "Try not to whine or complain even if you encounter injustice, or troubles may come knocking on your door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that this is somewhat mutual made it harder to let go but I have to make sure that we could be where we were before all the confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure the hours and moments we shared vecause that is the only thing that I could have and hold on to and yes...maybe I'll keep him in a special place in my heart because I don't want to forget him...his my bestest and he have given me many days of the best days of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5712620454205796434?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5712620454205796434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5712620454205796434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5712620454205796434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5712620454205796434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-with-heavy-heart.html' title='It&apos;s with a heavy heart...'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6711739995803822223</id><published>2010-02-13T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:25:35.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>You're quite a heart breaker</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get my life back on track. I've received warning from people who cared about me. They told me to get out of it as soon as I can because it will only bring about trouble. One says that I am getting myself into deep and the other tells me that it will only lead ro heartbreaks. I should have listen but I guess this is what I get when I let my heart instead of my head win this game. I drive myself into a mess and now I have to get myself out of it. It was like quicksand when it swalowed me and now I am having trouble reaching out for solid land...somewhere where I can cling on for safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were right. I have gotten myself into deep and now I'm heart broken by the forbiddence of it all. I did not make smart choices and now see what I have got myself into. I feel like a stupid girl. Why oh why didn't I see what's coming? Why didn't I see what it was going to male me feel? Why didn't I see that nothing good can come out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to tell me that things will be alright. Things are going to be better because I need it to be better for me. I have to tell myself this everyday because if I'm going to let whatever that is happening eat me then I am not going to recover. I'll stay positive. I'm a great girl! I can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6711739995803822223?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6711739995803822223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6711739995803822223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6711739995803822223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6711739995803822223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-quite-heart-breaker.html' title='You&apos;re quite a heart breaker'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4920952666721196168</id><published>2010-02-12T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:59:47.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like it then you should have put a ring on it!</title><content type='html'>I suddenly am at lost for words...wondering if it is time for another reflection. But what can i reflect about? Things had been out of hand and frustrating. It has been memorable and fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears...laughter...joy...life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4920952666721196168?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4920952666721196168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4920952666721196168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4920952666721196168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4920952666721196168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-like-it-then-you-should-have-put.html' title='If you like it then you should have put a ring on it!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7904975858976243877</id><published>2010-02-07T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:54:36.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Get real!</title><content type='html'>Thoughts are still swimming in my head...not so good for the soul when it eats you up and takes so much of your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys say that we girls think too much and are too detailed. They say that we analyse on every small thing. But how could we not when boys do things that make us skeptics. We doubt and then we want to try to figure out why you are doing all those things that make us think and think and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't boys! Just don't do things that you are not supposed to do ok???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7904975858976243877?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7904975858976243877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7904975858976243877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7904975858976243877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7904975858976243877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-real.html' title='Get real!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5495459268873265888</id><published>2010-02-06T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:39:42.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my distraction</title><content type='html'>In life, you're bound to be heartbroken, disappointed, helpless, pressured and stressed. It's like a rule. You can't pass unless you go through it. It's like a regulation. You MUST go through it in order to get the happiness, joy and freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I couldn't believe that I brought myself down and get so stressed up over things. But here's the thing; it's very important to me, which is why it got be so stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for friends who care to listen and give me their opnion because now, I feel like I can finally make a decision and start taking matters into my own hands. It's time to lead a life that I want. It's time to be brave and be strong enough to face the consequences of my actions. I got to learn to accept and move on because not everything you want in life comes your way. Sometimes it hurts you in the most heart-wrenching way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I should tell myself that whatever it is, it's going to be ok because I'm strong enough to handle what comes my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5495459268873265888?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5495459268873265888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5495459268873265888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5495459268873265888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5495459268873265888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-my-distraction.html' title='You&apos;re my distraction'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5914208983357611306</id><published>2010-02-04T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:14:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpectedly Addicted!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a situation where you unexpectedly gets drawn to something and then you got addicted to it? You crzve for just a little contact because it will satisfy you. Then little by little unbeknown to you, you wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is how I'm feeling right now and I better pull myself like that before I get in too deep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5914208983357611306?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5914208983357611306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5914208983357611306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5914208983357611306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5914208983357611306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/02/unexpectedly-addicted.html' title='Unexpectedly Addicted!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6991549801623715073</id><published>2010-01-29T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:28:48.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Attachment</title><content type='html'>When you're a teacher, you meet students from all walks of life. Sometimes they depend on you to guide them and they look up to you because there is no one else that they can look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may come from a broken family and you have to help them to stay on the right path. You somehow have to learn to be patient because they need you to be patient with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you see yourself in them and you can't help it but feel so attached to them. You want them to nurture the best that they can and you just want to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you started to care and you feel so attached to them and it's possible to stay away from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of work but it's so fulfilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6991549801623715073?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6991549801623715073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6991549801623715073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6991549801623715073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6991549801623715073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/01/attachment.html' title='Attachment'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7274525849454294904</id><published>2010-01-28T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:32:47.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>I'm proud...</title><content type='html'>When I was given floorball (boys) this year for CCA, I had a lot of doubt in my mind. First, I have not played the game for 9 years and secondly, I was worried that I can't get along with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm enjoying it right now and eventhough it takes up a lot of my time, I feel satisfied and somehow fulfilled. The boys crack me up. Watching them talk, play and mingle makes me feel happy. It makes me smile and fills my heart with something that makes me think "it's ok if I go home late...I'm enjoying work."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7274525849454294904?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7274525849454294904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7274525849454294904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7274525849454294904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7274525849454294904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-proud.html' title='I&apos;m proud...'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6115079258621299079</id><published>2010-01-16T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:31:40.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Bring it on!</title><content type='html'>Two weeks later, and I'm kinda tired but I think I am satisfied. When I first found out that I will be taking a P5 class I had a lot of doubts and when I found out that I will be on my own for the first 5 weeks I was already doubting my capabilities. But somehow I had drawn some confidence and belief that things would be fine and that it will all be well. Then I found out that I would be helping out with the school's floorball/hockey boys team and I was thinking "there goes my free time". It's a niche sport so after school practice, twice a week is something i can't avoid. The boys are heading out for tournament this Monday and Thursday and I will be on duty to bring the boys to the venue. Busy busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching P5 English, maths and science is already busy and hard enough especially science where I've a very shallow knowledge of and then there's floorball which is quite taxing. I'll say bring it on coz I think that I can handle the responsibilities. I just pray that I will be given strenght and perseverance. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6115079258621299079?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6115079258621299079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6115079258621299079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6115079258621299079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6115079258621299079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/01/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring it on!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2620611705331522655</id><published>2010-01-05T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:13:59.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day</title><content type='html'>I must look forward to this year...because this year lots of good things will be in store for me...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist it when I came back to school. I saw the kids from last year and was kinda excited and wanted to do a high-five with all of them. Haha. I just wanted to see how everyone is doing because I've not seen them for abt 5-6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was partly excited and nervous for this year. The new class has been great so far and lesson planning has been a bore...so there are ups and downs and you just have to deal with it whatever that's coming to you. But it doesn't mean that you don't make right what you feel is wrong. It doesn't mean that you keep on doing things that you don't enjoy just because you're afraid of changes or reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say this year, I'll take steps and not be afraid coz fear gets you nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2620611705331522655?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2620611705331522655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2620611705331522655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2620611705331522655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2620611705331522655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-day.html' title='New Day'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-9061573062030227370</id><published>2010-01-02T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:01:39.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>I Gotta Feeling</title><content type='html'>That's the number one song in 2009. Catchy, funky and dancy and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you done in the New Year that is worthy of speaking of and about? I've not done anything yet other than thinking that I might have developed gastric which is so uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I got food poisoning on Monday, 28th Dec 2009, evening and went to the doctor at 2am the next day to get myself a jab. But after that I still have stomach pains and it seems that it will only settle down after consuming food. I've been avoiding chilli, fearing that it might make the main more intense. Tsk...this is really not fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-9061573062030227370?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/9061573062030227370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=9061573062030227370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/9061573062030227370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/9061573062030227370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I Gotta Feeling'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4742985383516944905</id><published>2009-12-22T15:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:51:13.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>What happened between the days</title><content type='html'>I was out and about going to all sorts of places. Took quite a lot of pictures and it's time to post and share it with whoever cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday my family and I decided to go to Lau Pa Sat. But before heading there we headed to Clarke Quay and it was an apportunity for me to take nice pictures. So these are what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1VAH2FpI/AAAAAAAAApM/eI43Jx8CPO0/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1VAH2FpI/AAAAAAAAApM/eI43Jx8CPO0/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417959355397314194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1UjLnluI/AAAAAAAAApE/ZfPSrh7qdG4/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1UjLnluI/AAAAAAAAApE/ZfPSrh7qdG4/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417959347628512994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1Uc-KXlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/aqfTrvSrMOI/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1Uc-KXlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/aqfTrvSrMOI/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417959345961459282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1T21pZII/AAAAAAAAAo0/tCQ2NeuWtAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1T21pZII/AAAAAAAAAo0/tCQ2NeuWtAQ/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417959335725196418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1TfQf9XI/AAAAAAAAAos/0xlzpwrp3HA/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1TfQf9XI/AAAAAAAAAos/0xlzpwrp3HA/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417959329395373426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures are on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Effa and I went on an on-the-verge-of-the-oment trip to Changi beach just for the purpose of taking pictures and just taking on the wind,sun,sand and waves. It was such a beautiful day and I was lying down on the mat reading a book. There was such a beautiful sky and I was in love with the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5dxFpbuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kfZQZOTuNiY/s1600-h/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5dxFpbuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kfZQZOTuNiY/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417963904026898146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5ddjS8NI/AAAAAAAAAps/oCZ91LToTtY/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5ddjS8NI/AAAAAAAAAps/oCZ91LToTtY/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417963898782544082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5c9-hsRI/AAAAAAAAApk/VVCfUw--ztU/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5c9-hsRI/AAAAAAAAApk/VVCfUw--ztU/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417963890306822418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5cTrsNHI/AAAAAAAAApc/mzAaVWIsC2E/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5cTrsNHI/AAAAAAAAApc/mzAaVWIsC2E/s320/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417963878953530482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5b0k1dtI/AAAAAAAAApU/wp7xDwQfeOc/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB5b0k1dtI/AAAAAAAAApU/wp7xDwQfeOc/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417963870603278034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4742985383516944905?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4742985383516944905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4742985383516944905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4742985383516944905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4742985383516944905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-between-days.html' title='What happened between the days'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SzB1VAH2FpI/AAAAAAAAApM/eI43Jx8CPO0/s72-c/IMG_0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5644420420848522645</id><published>2009-12-18T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:27:04.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Know</title><content type='html'>I think I know why I have not been sleeping well the last few days. I think it's prolly because of my back. More specifically the back of my right shoulder. It's been hurting for quite a while and last night I got mum to give me a massage and boy it was painful. So painful that just at the touch of my hand on the back of my shoulder left me wincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the painful massage I find myself rarely tossing and turning in the middle of the night...bliss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5644420420848522645?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5644420420848522645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5644420420848522645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5644420420848522645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5644420420848522645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-i-know.html' title='Now I Know'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3865437169302624988</id><published>2009-12-17T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:31:02.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>shopping!!!!!</title><content type='html'>First...I got my laptop back! Yipee! I'm so happy. Have to fork out $75 but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Yanping and I went shoping yesterday. We had lunch with Ben before heading down to Marina Square. We were crossing the road when the heel of my shoe got stuck in a hole and the thong broke! So it means, in default, new shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we went to Marina Square, I know which shoe I want to get so we head down to Novo and I was so glad the shoes was on 30% off. Lucky me! Yanping was in a christmasy,merry,foxy mood and she was smiling all the way. Look at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyndaZnm3dI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ev0quis16_0/s1600-h/IMG_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyndaZnm3dI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ev0quis16_0/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416103472513080786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea this morning to take a picture of all my footwear and after counting I have 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyneAXPlBmI/AAAAAAAAAok/qMViytOYhqA/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyneAXPlBmI/AAAAAAAAAok/qMViytOYhqA/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416104124710454882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3865437169302624988?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3865437169302624988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3865437169302624988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3865437169302624988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3865437169302624988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping.html' title='shopping!!!!!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyndaZnm3dI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ev0quis16_0/s72-c/IMG_0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5288761447911008326</id><published>2009-12-13T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:07:02.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><title type='text'>#700</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SySSNQof1pI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QvfqTYqJGgI/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SySPaQy03oI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7EBkxUVubbA/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414610333353696898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SySPaO7oQpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TbpN04rob2E/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SySPaO7oQpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TbpN04rob2E/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414610332853748370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SySPZV5ABKI/AAAAAAAAAm8/66qhdKrWOGw/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SySPZV5ABKI/AAAAAAAAAm8/66qhdKrWOGw/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414610317541901474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5288761447911008326?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5288761447911008326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5288761447911008326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5288761447911008326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5288761447911008326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/700.html' title='#700'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SySSNQof1pI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QvfqTYqJGgI/s72-c/IMG_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4638889088617860719</id><published>2009-12-12T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:08:27.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><title type='text'>Published list for constructor and driver - by FIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;McLaren Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Jenson Button (GB)&lt;br /&gt;2 Lewis Hamilton (GB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brawn Mercedes Benz&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;3 Nico Rosberg (D)&lt;br /&gt;4 TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Red Bull Racing Renault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Sebastian Vettel (D)&lt;br /&gt;6 Mark Webber (AUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Felipe Massa (BR)&lt;br /&gt;8 Fernando Alonso (E)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Williams Cosworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Rubens Barrichello (BR)&lt;br /&gt;10 Nico Hulkenberg (D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Renault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Robert Kubica (PL)&lt;br /&gt;12 TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Force India Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Adrian Sutil (D)&lt;br /&gt;15 Vitantonio Liuzzi (I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STR Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Sebastien Buemi (CH)&lt;br /&gt;17 TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lotus Cosworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 TBA&lt;br /&gt;19 TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Campos Dallara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 TBA&lt;br /&gt;21 Bruno Senna (BR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;US F1 Cosworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 TBA&lt;br /&gt;23 TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Cosworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Timo Glock (D)&lt;br /&gt;25 TBA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raikonnen is on sabbatical. He will e racing in WRC in 2010. No more Mr Iceman...so many changes...no so excited. Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4638889088617860719?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4638889088617860719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4638889088617860719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4638889088617860719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4638889088617860719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/published-list-for-constructor-and.html' title='Published list for constructor and driver - by FIA'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7663387046959919812</id><published>2009-12-12T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:09:04.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>2 days...</title><content type='html'>The had finally arrived for me to go and explore 313@Somerset. That day was yesterday and my main reason of going there was to shop at Uniqlo magastore. It's huge and i spend about $55 on turtleneck sweaters and a long sleeve shirt oh plus super comfortable leggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other reason why Marina and I decided to go walk down Orchard Road was because we would like to take pictures of the bright Christmas lights. This is something I've not done before because I never had a camera until now. Here are some pictures that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLJVULubI/AAAAAAAAAms/2DBVJ8lyzWM/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLJVULubI/AAAAAAAAAms/2DBVJ8lyzWM/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414324169486350770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLIzDL8dI/AAAAAAAAAmk/-kgSAwR4grk/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLIzDL8dI/AAAAAAAAAmk/-kgSAwR4grk/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414324160288256466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLITjXItI/AAAAAAAAAmc/GWHUh5y6Mqs/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLITjXItI/AAAAAAAAAmc/GWHUh5y6Mqs/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414324151833273042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLHycpo7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2dvhfvWu4SU/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLHycpo7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2dvhfvWu4SU/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414324142946755506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIhA8dpgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DJJF3Z8purg/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIhA8dpgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DJJF3Z8purg/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414321277800130050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIgjP54gI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6hyEvjrP0I8/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIgjP54gI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6hyEvjrP0I8/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414321269828608514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIgHHxC4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/jilobhu_l1M/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIgHHxC4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/jilobhu_l1M/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414321262278282114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIfsF6EMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/gtsEUzAKB00/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIfsF6EMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/gtsEUzAKB00/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414321255022727362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIfDJlZhI/AAAAAAAAAls/nM0GfIKSB8g/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOIfDJlZhI/AAAAAAAAAls/nM0GfIKSB8g/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414321244032296466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, was an impromptu dinner at Changi Village. I took my camera along with me and insisted that we go to the beach after eating. So I took pictures and my favourite by far is this one of the sunset and it is now my Facebook profile picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyONjckunWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CL-flX70Fwg/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyONjckunWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CL-flX70Fwg/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414326817134648674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking towards the beach, the breeze was like a lullaby and the air smell so salty but it was comforting. Maybe a day out at the each won't be so bad afterall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7663387046959919812?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7663387046959919812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7663387046959919812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7663387046959919812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7663387046959919812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-days.html' title='2 days...'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SyOLJVULubI/AAAAAAAAAms/2DBVJ8lyzWM/s72-c/IMG_0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1621335018648153251</id><published>2009-12-10T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:09:29.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>It's nice to know</title><content type='html'>I was doing some small cleaning up and chanced upon a greeting card. It was from my ex-colleagues. It says: "Sorry you're leaving. Good luck and remember to keep in touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone had written their well wishes wishing me good luck and all the best in pursuing my dream. I knew that I had a big smile on my face as i re-read all the nice written messages from them. It's nice to know that I've made a positive impact in someone's life and am appreciated in some ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I've met and worked with during my almost 4 years in the bank have some sort made me the person I am today. I hope that I will remain friends for life with some of these people because they are worth keeping. It's always important to keep in touch, to remain relevant in someone else's life because when the time comes, you need your friends and it's best to have them near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1621335018648153251?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1621335018648153251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1621335018648153251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1621335018648153251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1621335018648153251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-nice-to-know.html' title='It&apos;s nice to know'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3245475855090529870</id><published>2009-12-10T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:09:54.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Difficult</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it gets to a point where I'm really sick of being responsible. I'm not very responsible I'm just responsible and it's this "being the eldest" shit that makes me sick. Does being the eldest entitles me to the responsible title? Why can't someone else take over? I'll give it up if it means that I can do whatever I want without caring what other people would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets tired when you know that you have to do something because no else can't or no one else doesn't want. When others want to have fun and I couldn't because I'm stuck to pleasing people and not thinking about myself. I would love to have a change sometimes. I'll go out everyday and you stay at home. Everytime I brought this up it doesn't mean people will listen. They'll just nod their heads and then ignore me. Can i just knock your head with a wooden spoon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, look around and you'll realise that the world does not revolves around you. It's time to think about how and what other people and maybe you should also start thinking about after life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please get me out of this freaking role that I so wanna give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3245475855090529870?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3245475855090529870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3245475855090529870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3245475855090529870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3245475855090529870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/difficult.html' title='Difficult'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1890171860552562149</id><published>2009-12-09T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:10:15.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Getting Emotional</title><content type='html'>One year ago I was in Cappadocia and it was  9AM. We just had our hot air balloon trip and a few hours later snow would be falling down and I will be awed by the crystal clear shapes of the snowflakes. I would be hugging myself trying to keep warm and my fingers felt numb even when it was covered by gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to get emotional thinking about Turkey. I love being there so much I wanna go there again. I hope to do that next June and I have to really save up this time. It's also time to start planning because this time around we'll be on our own and I can hardly wait. Seven more months and I could be on my dream vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1890171860552562149?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1890171860552562149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1890171860552562149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1890171860552562149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1890171860552562149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-emotional.html' title='Getting Emotional'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2862450519790595116</id><published>2009-12-08T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:10:48.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>When life gives you...</title><content type='html'>Most times, we really have to take whatever life gives us because we never know what it will lead to. It may sucks most time because the purpose of throwing you that problem was to test if you could handle life's downs. If you could, you'd be surprise at how the outcomes will bring you. It may not be something that you thought of however it will bring you life's greatest pleasures; life's ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you are thrown into something that tests you to your upper limits, grab it with an eager hand, an enthusiastic spirit and a daring personality. You'll be really surprise by what it makes you and what it will give you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2862450519790595116?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2862450519790595116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2862450519790595116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2862450519790595116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2862450519790595116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-life-gives-you.html' title='When life gives you...'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2954779452931267518</id><published>2009-12-05T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:11:18.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Why Team Jacob?</title><content type='html'>There is just something about the love between best friends that attracts me. It breaks my heart when Bella chose to be with Edward and not Jacob, her best friend who was with her when Edward left. 'Where Rainbow Ends' by Cecelia Ahern and My Best Friend's Wedding are some of my favourite stories because of the best friend element. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I've went through such a relationship myself and I believed in it. But of course, my story end the way 'My Best Friend's Wedding' did. I will always support this kind of relationship because I believe it could work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2954779452931267518?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2954779452931267518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2954779452931267518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2954779452931267518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2954779452931267518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-team-jacob.html' title='Why Team Jacob?'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7102527030768880923</id><published>2009-12-02T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:11:49.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Total bummer!</title><content type='html'>I can't use my laptop anymore and I'm sad. I'm using Nur's at the moment and slowly getting used to the small screen, small keyboard which I've typed wrongly a few times...anyone care to donate me their's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7102527030768880923?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7102527030768880923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7102527030768880923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7102527030768880923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7102527030768880923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-bummer.html' title='Total bummer!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-8465557863188551450</id><published>2009-11-23T23:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:12:24.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><title type='text'>Creations.....</title><content type='html'>I brought my camera along with me to work today and my colleagues and myself had a hand on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shao Hui's Creation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqsSOoHZWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/azyZQyw0aL0/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323731775677794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqsSOoHZWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/azyZQyw0aL0/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoomed 10X and it's still so clear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqsR0puXoI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z-F82_xz63Q/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323724803104386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqsR0puXoI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z-F82_xz63Q/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ee Ling's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqtOy1a9dI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wJctngZT-30/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407324772287313362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqtOy1a9dI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wJctngZT-30/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqtOdUw9vI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Q1kv47GNE20/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407324766513198834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqtOdUw9vI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Q1kv47GNE20/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqtN8B1dGI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RYjVoEIPNKo/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407324757575431266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqtN8B1dGI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RYjVoEIPNKo/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwquJoD9_4I/AAAAAAAAAks/KEVMZJWI-5Q/s1600/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407325783007821698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwquJoD9_4I/AAAAAAAAAks/KEVMZJWI-5Q/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice isn't it? Love Macro pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Creation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvWKnG3nI/AAAAAAAAAlM/yjQHc8tzBIo/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327097952067186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvWKnG3nI/AAAAAAAAAlM/yjQHc8tzBIo/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvV3oH81I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ym0EaauOGg4/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327092856058706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvV3oH81I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ym0EaauOGg4/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvVQgpvQI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_VN-A9aFZjE/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327082355735810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvVQgpvQI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_VN-A9aFZjE/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvVHPerdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pDw0OAKM4lY/s1600/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327079867788754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqvVHPerdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pDw0OAKM4lY/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today when I met Marina for dinner at LJS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqwHYxwWTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_g6Y_AbnEX0/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327943568415026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqwHYxwWTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_g6Y_AbnEX0/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqwG5-ZHPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ScWRPHPmpS4/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327935299919090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqwG5-ZHPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ScWRPHPmpS4/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effa took something too and I just saw it when I was looking through the pictures in the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Swqwk63ZwiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2hVKi4gM-mE/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407328450935112226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Swqwk63ZwiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2hVKi4gM-mE/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-8465557863188551450?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/8465557863188551450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=8465557863188551450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8465557863188551450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8465557863188551450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/creations.html' title='Creations.....'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwqsSOoHZWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/azyZQyw0aL0/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-161087429777730293</id><published>2009-11-22T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:12:59.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><title type='text'>There are so many THINGS to THINK about</title><content type='html'>As a celebration to finally getting myself a camera, I went to Vivocity with my sisters after meeting up with the gals for breakfast. The first thing we did was taking a number of pictures and oh I love my camera...look a these nice pics that Effa and I took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlIeqWtTXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y_XKyMSS0VM/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlIeqWtTXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y_XKyMSS0VM/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406932519237799282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlIeNzFOYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OJa3DhgUpug/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlIeNzFOYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OJa3DhgUpug/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406932511572179330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlId2-RnNI/AAAAAAAAAis/jGkUIa285K4/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlId2-RnNI/AAAAAAAAAis/jGkUIa285K4/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406932505445113042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur also posed for some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlJrtCsNzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X38FAX10BGk/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlJrtCsNzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X38FAX10BGk/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406933842809075506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlJrOne1rI/AAAAAAAAAjM/B8SCF9q1fQk/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlJrOne1rI/AAAAAAAAAjM/B8SCF9q1fQk/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406933834641888946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlJqxmQ99I/AAAAAAAAAjE/b-XchoEA2-U/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlJqxmQ99I/AAAAAAAAAjE/b-XchoEA2-U/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406933826852157394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Cruise Virgo was docked at the harbour so I took some pics of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlKdOLSanI/AAAAAAAAAjs/obpl6eWE3-8/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlKdOLSanI/AAAAAAAAAjs/obpl6eWE3-8/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406934693517093490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlKc-jksvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/qAB-gP47A8g/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlKc-jksvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/qAB-gP47A8g/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406934689323987698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlKcf_HxZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8OClHXBVBoE/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlKcf_HxZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8OClHXBVBoE/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406934681118033298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Orchard at Dhoby Ghaut MRT station, Nur decided that she could be one of the Cullens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlLVUp0lCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qfhMTNRFx64/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlLVUp0lCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qfhMTNRFx64/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406935657328448546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures to take!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-161087429777730293?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/161087429777730293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=161087429777730293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/161087429777730293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/161087429777730293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-so-many-things-to-think-about.html' title='There are so many THINGS to THINK about'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwlIeqWtTXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y_XKyMSS0VM/s72-c/IMG_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5308321169474336443</id><published>2009-11-20T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:13:44.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>I've decided</title><content type='html'>Such a spur of the moment! I'm getting my first digital camera tomorrow!!! I hope to get it by tomorrow! And I've actually looked around only today and I think I've kinda decided on which one to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to the Canon Powershot SX120 IS. It looks like a DSLR but it's not and I think that with this camera I can learn a few things about photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Swa6JNhysYI/AAAAAAAAAic/PUlg-Mq3tWM/s1600/canon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Swa6JNhysYI/AAAAAAAAAic/PUlg-Mq3tWM/s320/canon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406213070117843330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the IXUS 100 IS which looks so chic! It has a higher megapixel at 12.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Swa6rpUtcHI/AAAAAAAAAik/mO3kTm9KCME/s1600/canon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Swa6rpUtcHI/AAAAAAAAAik/mO3kTm9KCME/s320/canon2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406213661694718066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda all set for the Powershot. That's the thing about me. Once I have my mind made up about something, there's not much I or anyone can do to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5308321169474336443?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5308321169474336443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5308321169474336443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5308321169474336443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5308321169474336443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve decided'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Swa6JNhysYI/AAAAAAAAAic/PUlg-Mq3tWM/s72-c/canon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2422922689290865408</id><published>2009-11-19T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:14:18.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>Lunching</title><content type='html'>At 115PM today I was raring to go home because I've been home very late for the past three days it was starting to get a toll on me. But at 1PM it started to rain and by the time I want to leave it was pouring so heavily it's impossible not to get drenched. So I waited and read a book. One hour later the rain showed no sign of stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yaya suggested that we should all go for ice cream because it's medicine for her flu! She wants Swensen's ice cream. So at the spur of the moment Fauzi, Shao Hui, Ee Ling, Yaya and myself went to Changi Airport T2 and we were seated at Swensen's by 3PM. Just ice cream turned to a full lunch. I shared the Peperoni and Cheese pizza and shared Walnut Rocky Road with Fauzi. I was full and broke by 430PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How issit these two things can happened at the same time or rather appeared in the same sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a fun lunch out and I get to hang out with my colleagues outside of school. We could be ourselves and not be proper and quiet. I am very sure we were not loud because we were told to keep our volume down! We were unhappy. We were not in the library...we don't have to keep our volume down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely looking forward to more outings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2422922689290865408?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2422922689290865408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2422922689290865408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2422922689290865408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2422922689290865408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunching.html' title='Lunching'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5140750675458672734</id><published>2009-11-18T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:14:44.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>I look HAUTE today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwQDA5Qt8FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/eCLj43Y3wIk/s1600/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwQDA5Qt8FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/eCLj43Y3wIk/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405448766657261650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new killer heels and when I say killer I meant it because it almost killed my feet. I really didn't realise that it was that high until I've worn it the whole freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh people love my shoes. I have girls from P5 complementing it and girls from P6 asking me where I bought them and I overheard them saying : "I want to buy the shoes that Miss Fadhilah is wearing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls know fashion like a 17 year old. When I was in primary school I know nothing about primary school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something quite hillarious happened. When I was in the bus with the kids (after the Drama competition) I overheard a pair of girls singing along to Pretty Boy by M2M! That song was so 10 years ago lah! What were the girls doing listening to that song??? OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I attended the East Zone Drama Competition and the girls won the Bronze award! It's amazing when you think that out of the 100 possible schools that entered the competition, we manage to get into the Grand Finals and we brought home the Bronze award! The girls were thrilled. They were already celebrating backstage after their performance. They said that they felt good that that have done this...it was already a win for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks of numerous practices and they brought glory to the school. We'll be celebrating this Friday...can hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5140750675458672734?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5140750675458672734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5140750675458672734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5140750675458672734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5140750675458672734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-look-haute-today.html' title='I look HAUTE today'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SwQDA5Qt8FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/eCLj43Y3wIk/s72-c/DSC00966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7698432523807136127</id><published>2009-11-17T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:15:09.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Tiring week...here I am</title><content type='html'>Preparing for so many thing all at one time is really tiring. I know I've been there but I've forgotten how tiring it could be. I have to attend meetings this whole week and I am preparing the kids for the East Zone Drama Competition and the Grand Finals is tomorrow!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do such as preparing props, making the attendance list for the supporters and I'm up till here (pointing to my head)! I'm pretty sleepy right now because it's been a long day. I left school at 630PM! Uurgh! Never in my teaching career...this is the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna enjoy The Mentalist right now so goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7698432523807136127?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7698432523807136127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7698432523807136127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7698432523807136127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7698432523807136127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiring-weekhere-i-am.html' title='Tiring week...here I am'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1460571440916630274</id><published>2009-11-13T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:15:45.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>What happened...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Yaya and I accompanied the Drama Club members to a master class held in Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' School. The school is huge and I was awed! Iot was like a polytechnic campus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there and the instructor for the master class was Mervyn Goh. He's the one who always appear on that kids channel. So after two hours of activities to help the kids gain some knowledge on acting, one of them said "Mervyn is kinda funny right Miss Fadhilah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Uh huh" and in my mind "He's kinda good looking too huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is quite good looking in person. I was quite speechless when he walked over to introduce himself to us. He shook my hand and all I did was smile and "Yeah..yeah." (smack my head) But I did introduce myself. So it was not at all embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and after Maghrib, I fell asleep all the way till 1030PM. I was dead tired. I'm actually sleepy right now. I should prolly sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a few things I would like to blog about. Eversince I work in a school there is quite a lot of things to learn and realise. Today I want to touch on bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're working in a school it's very common that you meet siblings who are schooling in the same school. What I've seen so far are of a pair of female siblings. The elder one bullying the younger one. It went as far as physical contact and threats. It's quite disturbing to see it happen because it seems like a horrible cycle. The younger one will be so scared or have so much hatred for the elder one. I'm seeing all these with my own pair of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if I had been a bully to my sisters when I was younger. When you are young you tend to be immature and not wise. You do things without thinking and you don't realise your mistakes. I'm seeing all these in the cases that I have faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite unreal to think that kids nowadays are really really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1460571440916630274?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1460571440916630274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1460571440916630274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1460571440916630274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1460571440916630274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-happened.html' title='What happened...'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1225600737592902154</id><published>2009-11-09T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:16:22.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Feels like I'm in a race but I already won first place</title><content type='html'>I'm a lil hungry so I should prolly go to bed now and then I won't feel it right? There's not even anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nur who just got back from work about 30 minutes ago is now eating a small plate of rice and I'm just so tempted...aargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK...KEEP IT COOL. I'M BETTER THAN THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week is going to be one busy week. People are rushing to key in exam grades, and I'm invloved in the Drama Club and the kids are entering the grand finals of a competition. More rehearsals....more adminstration. Bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1225600737592902154?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1225600737592902154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1225600737592902154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1225600737592902154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1225600737592902154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/feels-like-im-in-race-but-i-already-won.html' title='Feels like I&apos;m in a race but I already won first place'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3925276523446991428</id><published>2009-11-08T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:17:12.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here is what I will try to do starting tomorrow...I will blog as regularly as possible...just like I did maybe about three or four months ago when blabbing about almost nothing came naturally. I didn't have a problem. But recently...well since a few months ago, it suddenly become soooo difficult. I'm not sure if it is simple laziness or there was just nothingness a.k.a. my life is boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uurgh....I hate to think about the latter. I do have things happening in my life...like work. There's so much things I can talk about. More than before when I was working in an office, sitting in front of the computer typing in data and checking details for customers and picking up the phone, answering irritating queries about bank accounts that are not mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now...I can tell you stories that are so interesting. I have new colleagues, new challenges, new gossips....so why issit very difficult for me to express it. Why issit I spend more time blogging before than I do now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mystery....unsolved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3925276523446991428?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3925276523446991428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3925276523446991428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3925276523446991428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3925276523446991428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2787774371572507830</id><published>2009-11-01T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:17:52.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous circuit</title><content type='html'>I know...i know. The last time I updated was last month! I was just too lazy. Days are filled with facebooking instead and that's no good! I should be more disciplined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching the Abu Dhabi race at the moment, lying down on the couch and typing this out on my iPod...how convenient. The Yas Marina circuit is amazing and beautiful. Racing into the twilight is a good idea. You can definitely catch the sun setting as the sky turns from light to dark. I don't know how that is affecting the drivers but it seemed like they do not have any problem with the changed in lighting. This almost looks like a night race because it is dark by now and lights illuminate the circuit like how it did in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many drama to remininsce as the season comes to a close. I watched almost all races live and I enjoyed all of it! I missed just two live races and am feeling proud of myself for that. After tonight I will have to wait for about give months before the season opens...so mow how am I supposed to fill my nights? I guess I will catch up on my Liverpool match count...if only they won't disappoint me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nine more laps to go. I should go back to the race now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2787774371572507830?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2787774371572507830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2787774371572507830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2787774371572507830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2787774371572507830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/11/gorgeous-circuit.html' title='Gorgeous circuit'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2275663640548705402</id><published>2009-10-11T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:18:58.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out with the gals'/><title type='text'>Relaxing and Laughing Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/StHZol2u5uI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0tqH-7QnSls/s1600-h/raya+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/StHZol2u5uI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0tqH-7QnSls/s320/raya+09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391329520318867170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday and Friday the girls and I finally met after 3 months of absense! I missed them so much especially the laughters and just being with them. On Thursday we went to Rozi's, Yana's and Fafa's and it was fun and was my first time visiting Rozi's and Yana's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday was my place and Mas'. Dinner was at mine and we chatted for more than one hour at Mas', not realizing that it was almost midnight when we were done taking pictures. But it was fun. We did not have anybody's place to go to so we sat with our baju kurung and kebaya and chat over cookies and &lt;em&gt;muruku&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next meet up would probably be the zoo so I can hardly wait for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2275663640548705402?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2275663640548705402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2275663640548705402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2275663640548705402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2275663640548705402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/10/relaxing-and-laughing-good-times.html' title='Relaxing and Laughing Good Times'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/StHZol2u5uI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0tqH-7QnSls/s72-c/raya+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7594294646998728550</id><published>2009-10-07T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:19:56.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>The day</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of the PSLE week and I'm not enjoying it...thanks to the fact that the teacher that I'm co-teaching with has her time-table suspended, I have to teach the class English, Maths and Science on top of my timetable of CRANES, PALMs and Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the contact time which end pretty ate today, I went to Coffee Bean to get my needed dosage of White Chocolate Dream ice-blended. I got it! Feels quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for tomorrow it's Thursday but I hate Thursdays however due to the fact that I'm meeting my gals tomorrow, I'm more excited than before...I need some fun so help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7594294646998728550?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7594294646998728550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7594294646998728550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7594294646998728550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7594294646998728550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/10/day.html' title='The day'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6479200964305727730</id><published>2009-09-30T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:20:42.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school event'/><title type='text'>Staff CIP</title><content type='html'>Instead of having contact time today, we had staff CIP and we made fridge magnets for spastic children in celebration of Children's Day. I am quite proud of my creation given my lack of talent in art. This is what Hidayah and I have done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNp5NzsmOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5_7GjTGg1Lg/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNp5NzsmOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5_7GjTGg1Lg/s320/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387266010945198306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNp4kb8YqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qHe1RYafYdU/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNp4kb8YqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qHe1RYafYdU/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387265999839716002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun and I had a laughing good time with the rest of the teachers as we tried to put our best creative hats to make these special gifts for the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could do some at home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6479200964305727730?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6479200964305727730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6479200964305727730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6479200964305727730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6479200964305727730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/09/staff-cip.html' title='Staff CIP'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNp5NzsmOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5_7GjTGg1Lg/s72-c/DSC00913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-8342539416266107204</id><published>2009-09-30T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:21:22.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><title type='text'>Long awaited</title><content type='html'>Oh my I've not updated for a whooping two weeks! GASP! I'm just too lazy I guess and prolly due to the fact that there is nothing for me to update on. BUT now there is thanks to Formula 1. Firstly...pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn-Cm20KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/83WVA3mdT6U/s1600-h/PIC_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn-Cm20KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/83WVA3mdT6U/s320/PIC_0885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263894814642338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn9i7g-hI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ncXQVnOjpZQ/s1600-h/PIC_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn9i7g-hI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ncXQVnOjpZQ/s320/PIC_0874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263886311356946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn9cWAlKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gYF_kB445ng/s1600-h/PIC_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn9cWAlKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gYF_kB445ng/s320/PIC_0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263884543431842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn831K-YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6ADT3wUsktM/s1600-h/DSCN4434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn831K-YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6ADT3wUsktM/s320/DSCN4434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263874742024578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn8UG0-zI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5oYNiMVRkP8/s1600-h/DSCN4419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn8UG0-zI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5oYNiMVRkP8/s320/DSCN4419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263865152404274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun Effa and I have already talked about next year! Yes we will be going again and this time we want to be seated and prolly will only attend the Race Day. What made it so fun is the tire-breaking screeching noise on our own Singapore streets and my Spaniard got on the podium! I'm not even going to talk about the winner coz my Spaniard is on the podium and that's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-8342539416266107204?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/8342539416266107204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=8342539416266107204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8342539416266107204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8342539416266107204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-awaited.html' title='Long awaited'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SsNn-Cm20KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/83WVA3mdT6U/s72-c/PIC_0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1516163181494591838</id><published>2009-09-14T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:21:54.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><title type='text'>See how far we've come</title><content type='html'>Last year around this time, dad, Effa and I know nothing about Formula 1. One year on and look ar how far we've come. I watched every single race except Australia (I was out with the gals) and Hungary (I was watching LFC in action). I know drivers by their names, know which team they are driving for and I know which country they come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I watched F1 for the first time when I caught the Singapore GP on Channel 5. After doing my part of washing plates and cups (as it was still the fasting month), I immediately switched on to Channel 5 to catch the hype which was to me back then, unknown. I think that I probably started watching from then on and then fell in love with my Spaniard. Since the Singapore GP in 2008 I went on to follow the Japanese, Chinese and Brazillian GP. Then in 2009 I went to my first ever GP in Malaysia and in 10 days I will be catching the action of the Singapore GP on the Marina Bay street circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN HARDLY WAIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1516163181494591838?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1516163181494591838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1516163181494591838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1516163181494591838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1516163181494591838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-how-far-weve-come.html' title='See how far we&apos;ve come'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6665837623755611353</id><published>2009-09-12T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:22:43.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Flying so fast!</title><content type='html'>Time really flew by so fast that sometimes days went by without any notice. It's already Saturday! Just two more days until the hectiness that is school! Plan! Plan! Plan! So much planning to do...is it all worth it? I admit that it's not easy but I kinda like this. I like planning and doing which is something that I don't get to do when I was working in a bank. So I should take this opportunity with my bare hands and make do with it and make sure that I'm happy with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post pictures but uploading are not allowed thru the iPod coz it seems that I can't browse for the pictures I have in my iPod. So I guess it's good night for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6665837623755611353?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6665837623755611353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6665837623755611353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6665837623755611353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6665837623755611353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/09/flying-so-fast.html' title='Flying so fast!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6694811647871007316</id><published>2009-09-06T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:23:10.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>It's the holidays!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it...I don't have to come to school? But will I get paid??? I didn't think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I will be going back tomorrow to decorate the class and maybe check out on the things that needs to be done when the school re-opens next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally relaxation is in place and I will be at peace for a week before the chaotic-ness comes back again in 7 days. Better make full use of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6694811647871007316?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6694811647871007316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6694811647871007316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6694811647871007316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6694811647871007316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-holidays.html' title='It&apos;s the holidays!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-8832663432295777367</id><published>2009-09-03T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:23:35.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>that was a nightmare!</title><content type='html'>Kids will be kids especially if they are below 10 years old. They are untactful and when they do something wrong today, they'll say sorry and do it again the next day. So that's what happened when I came back from Teacher's Day holiday. They made me so angry on Wednesday it was disappointing. They apologized today but "oops! They did it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still determined to make learning easier for them. As a teacher you sometimes can't always expect your pupils to appreciate what you did for them. A class that had low morale and motivation are sometimes clueless...so how do you keep them not clueless? This is a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-8832663432295777367?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/8832663432295777367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=8832663432295777367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8832663432295777367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8832663432295777367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-was-nightmare.html' title='that was a nightmare!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-230702864082890041</id><published>2009-08-31T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:24:19.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school event'/><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsmeWF80I/AAAAAAAAAhM/lqRjMP4GdrM/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376150725921731394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsmeWF80I/AAAAAAAAAhM/lqRjMP4GdrM/s320/DSC00911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Spvslzi-DLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8drC4uyomyk/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376150714433014962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Spvslzi-DLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8drC4uyomyk/s320/DSC00910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsJW-QWCI/AAAAAAAAAg8/e4RtwRYRpBk/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376150225726494754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsJW-QWCI/AAAAAAAAAg8/e4RtwRYRpBk/s320/DSC00909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsIxw_xbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/TO-KPsRPmdw/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376150215738770866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsIxw_xbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/TO-KPsRPmdw/s320/DSC00908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsIVXc2II/AAAAAAAAAgs/-2Il0i7mjiY/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376150208115431554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsIVXc2II/AAAAAAAAAgs/-2Il0i7mjiY/s320/DSC00907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsH4CkuFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/23OeniB95Bk/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376150200243238994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsH4CkuFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/23OeniB95Bk/s320/DSC00904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsHcoYXTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/91NZ-Z7ZI94/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376150192885620018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsHcoYXTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/91NZ-Z7ZI94/s320/DSC00906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrB-C4iWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YE1-Zsaatqk/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376148999264307554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrB-C4iWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YE1-Zsaatqk/s320/DSC00903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrBXdNWAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gAH3CE3516M/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376148988905740290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrBXdNWAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gAH3CE3516M/s320/DSC00902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrA58lg3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Cvn434X4HSU/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376148980984284018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrA58lg3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Cvn434X4HSU/s320/DSC00901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrAMbgnZI/AAAAAAAAAf8/eXIs_pWLV4M/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376148968765955474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvrAMbgnZI/AAAAAAAAAf8/eXIs_pWLV4M/s320/DSC00898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Spvq_ufVdBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/vBThiegITng/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376148960728937490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Spvq_ufVdBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/vBThiegITng/s320/DSC00899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first celebration for me as a teacher and it's been wonderful. The kids were adorable hyper and they were dressed up according to the theme "My Dream". CAPS participated in TNP Be Yourself Day. Some come dress as F1 Drivers, the President, Chef, Firefighters, Policemen, Princesses and even Knights! It's wonderful to see how creative they could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for quite a first time ever I was cam-whoring with the contract teachers  (after the concert) and AEDs and Iqah still has not uploaded the pics. I shall wait for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-230702864082890041?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/230702864082890041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=230702864082890041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/230702864082890041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/230702864082890041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SpvsmeWF80I/AAAAAAAAAhM/lqRjMP4GdrM/s72-c/DSC00911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6607567786922453536</id><published>2009-08-30T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:24:48.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>To bitch or not to bitch</title><content type='html'>It's definitely easier in terms of convenience to use my iPod to surf the Internet nevertheless the laptop is definitely easier to use in terms of function. So what do I want to talk about today? Well there is a certain someone who I feel needs to check herself in the mirror first before saying things about me. She said that I'm ungrateful when she herself is being ungrateful to her parents who has brought her up for 25 years and now look what she is doing to them? It doesn't make sense when she brought up things that happened 2 years ago when I had expressed my gratitude on the spot and I believe that hardly a huge thanks should be in place. I guess she had nothing to bitch about therefore she brought out things that could hardly be labelled as 'huge'. Then she said that I should hear the other side of the story when she did not give her friends the chance to hear another side of the story that wasn't hers. So now tell me what is the base of all this anger that she have when all I hoped for was them to realize that things are not as big as it seems. They think that they are in the right however I think that both sides should be apologizing to each other because that is the only way that harmony can be achieved. These people just slash it out without thinking and bitch about how ungrateful I am. I've decided that I'm not going to make a huge deal about it because everyone are entitled to their own opinion and if she thinks I'm ungrateful then so be it. I didn't even say anything nasty...right? Well maybe I'm wrong. I'm standing by what I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6607567786922453536?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6607567786922453536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6607567786922453536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6607567786922453536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6607567786922453536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-bitch-or-not-to-bitch.html' title='To bitch or not to bitch'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1842727615917533066</id><published>2009-08-26T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:25:17.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>My first taste in exam scripts marking</title><content type='html'>Thankfully there was a systematic way in getting all those exam scripts marked on time so that the kids could take it back home and revise (especially P6). It was easy, I didn't even feel any starin or difficulties at all. We all marked parts or certain questions. So yesterday was English paper and I marked prolly the easiest section...not open-ended where you would have to think of all the possible answers. Mine was almost like MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course they gave me the easiest coz I'm only a contract teacher. But Hidayah and I started to mark synthesis too. That was a little tough so we marked slower. We started at 2PM and ended at 5PM...it didn't feel like 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow will be Maths and then Friday will be Science. I think that would be more a headache then English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1842727615917533066?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1842727615917533066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1842727615917533066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1842727615917533066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1842727615917533066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-taste-in-exam-scripts-marking.html' title='My first taste in exam scripts marking'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-504956610001451920</id><published>2009-08-19T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:25:59.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Finally a relaxing day</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the PSLE oral examinations I do not have to plan lessons and conduct lessons for 2 days! Yipee! It's really tiring my mind and using a lot of my brain cells when it comes to planning a lesson. Especially if the class needs you to make it interesting for them. You may have all the neccessary tools and the wondeful ideas but they may not listen to you. It's a pity when you know that there are some kids who would like to learn but because of other classmates, classes are disrupted because the teachers were trying to control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may end work officially at 115PM when the kids go home but now I'm bringing work home and continue till at least 10PM. Marking is a chore but I kinda love it. I'm not sure if this make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a staff recreational activities session and had rounds of Captain Ball which was fun. I got to interact with other teachers which I don't normally do due to less interaction when normal working days were going on. You only said the common "Hi" to everyone else because you are rushing for lessons and meetings and plannings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pile of books and worksheets to mark tomorrow and I guess I will look forward to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-504956610001451920?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/504956610001451920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=504956610001451920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/504956610001451920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/504956610001451920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-relaxing-day.html' title='Finally a relaxing day'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5871385888693139889</id><published>2009-08-12T20:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:26:36.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>The New Life</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've really written a solid entry about my new life and my 180 degrees career change. I've been delaying due to the fact that my days now are something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530AM Wake Up!!!&lt;br /&gt;625AM Get out of the house to catch the 635AM bus to school&lt;br /&gt;655AM Reach school, got to staff room and get ready for classes&lt;br /&gt;720AM Morning Assembly&lt;br /&gt;730AM Teach and teach and teach and teach (you get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;115PM PHEW! Can finally rest...if there's nothing else go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on what time I leave school, I will go home take a shower because I'm all sweaty (not working in an air-conditioned room anymore!!!) and then I will take a nap. I will then wake up at 4PM or 5PM depending on what time I reach home. Between that time to 830PM I will pray watch TV, eat, spend time with my iPod, exercise or read. Then 830PM onwards till maybe 10PM or 11PM I will be on the computer to plan for the next day's lesson. That's my weekdays now in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining because teaching has been a satisfying experience so far. Yes it's difficult especially now that I'm teaching a lower end Primary 3 class English, Maths, and Science. They are less motivated and therefore I always got to push and persevere hoping that they too will not give up on themselves. This only started yesterday. For the past two weeks what I did was observing and relieving. I went through P2 and P5 classes, a vast difference in behaviour and mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really learnt so much within these two weeks and the most fun I had was participating in the National Day celebration and hey I get to leave at 1030AM...how cool is that? Watch thise video of a Primary 1 class I had to take care of for that day as they run with all their might in hopes to win the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c2e932c96f601d1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2e932c96f601d1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329887795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A121B302E202D32A4DC5A412F93C1A63542A1C6.3B45752B017EF60C8B4CD05079168C3B937702A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2e932c96f601d1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn-jSb6oRIa3djCGN-laV-d30BSo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2e932c96f601d1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329887795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A121B302E202D32A4DC5A412F93C1A63542A1C6.3B45752B017EF60C8B4CD05079168C3B937702A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2e932c96f601d1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn-jSb6oRIa3djCGN-laV-d30BSo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another video as they sing their hearts out to this year's theme song 'What Do You See?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-142c7ca225a8c709" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D142c7ca225a8c709%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329887795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EDB7389B7B66D12CB0C8DC73349DD0E5286558D.68720613112BFCCD6B531C9E50AFA2BD349520B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D142c7ca225a8c709%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDgxoG6zP4mmGIbMRfM9fk1GJbqg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D142c7ca225a8c709%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329887795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EDB7389B7B66D12CB0C8DC73349DD0E5286558D.68720613112BFCCD6B531C9E50AFA2BD349520B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D142c7ca225a8c709%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDgxoG6zP4mmGIbMRfM9fk1GJbqg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that week I also had to relieve a P2 class for the whole day and they were a bunch which was so hard to control. They had a dry run for their sports day the day before National Day celebration and getting them to sit down was a chore I don't wish to repeat. However in class, they were a tolerable bunch and a few bear me with colourings and drawing and cards that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4R6pGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/_q3T8ZORiAM/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369056323717982082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4R6pGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/_q3T8ZORiAM/s320/DSC00881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4RNpIbrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/O3sKUxR9lNs/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369056311638519474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4RNpIbrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/O3sKUxR9lNs/s320/DSC00880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4Q4__eVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Very7xQkmuY/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369056306097256786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4Q4__eVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Very7xQkmuY/s320/DSC00879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4QLMl5RI/AAAAAAAAAfU/I2ntH9iqNKk/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369056293802075410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4QLMl5RI/AAAAAAAAAfU/I2ntH9iqNKk/s320/DSC00877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4PqIDrTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7pIBA3Pavh8/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369056284924685618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4PqIDrTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7pIBA3Pavh8/s320/DSC00875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to hard times and good times but what matters is that I'm chasing the dream that I had when I was in primary school. I wanted to be a teacher so here I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5871385888693139889?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=142c7ca225a8c709&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c2e932c96f601d1c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5871385888693139889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5871385888693139889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5871385888693139889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5871385888693139889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life.html' title='The New Life'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SoK4R6pGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/_q3T8ZORiAM/s72-c/DSC00881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3502892124467024770</id><published>2009-08-02T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:27:20.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A Crazy Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnVAd47gz2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iwAOO_5A91Y/s1600-h/02082009061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnVAd47gz2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iwAOO_5A91Y/s320/02082009061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365265413324197730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effa and I were walking down from Qiji at Century Square and as we walked pass Kimi Raikonnen's Tagheur ad, she said "Eh amik gambar ngan Raikonnen." and I gamely said "Eh boleh ar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happens when I decided to gamely be insane abd take a picture with Kimi's ad. I think deep inside I have been wanting to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to do a post on my birthday but I've been delaying for dunno how long. So since I have some time now, part of today's entry is dedicated to 29 July 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago, I was surprised with a wonderful present in the form of a First Class Honours for my degree. It was unexpected so it was definitely a huge surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I celebrated early by witnessing LFC victorious against the Lions at the National Stadium. I chased Torres, Kuyt, Carragher, Alonso, Benitez and the whole of LFC down the Singapore River catching a glimpse of them was a sight to behold. They are in front of me just feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also embarked on a new career chasing for fulfillment and satisfaction and am hoping to do so for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to turning 24 hopefully wiser and stronger in so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3502892124467024770?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3502892124467024770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3502892124467024770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3502892124467024770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3502892124467024770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-moment.html' title='A Crazy Moment'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnVAd47gz2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iwAOO_5A91Y/s72-c/02082009061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2064413296850541095</id><published>2009-07-30T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:28:03.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><title type='text'>Birthday 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0oO2vNzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zNqwWtWw3pk/s1600-h/DSCN3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0oO2vNzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zNqwWtWw3pk/s320/DSCN3988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267234450421554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0n6DJLDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YO9yNPX7dt8/s1600-h/DSCN3985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0n6DJLDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YO9yNPX7dt8/s320/DSCN3985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267228865309746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0nbkdVZI/AAAAAAAAAes/fEZ_I49jzrc/s1600-h/DSCN3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0nbkdVZI/AAAAAAAAAes/fEZ_I49jzrc/s320/DSCN3982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267220683543954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0m9JhY3I/AAAAAAAAAek/Utgq6d3MQ3w/s1600-h/DSCN3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0m9JhY3I/AAAAAAAAAek/Utgq6d3MQ3w/s320/DSCN3981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267212517499762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just with the family...muy feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2064413296850541095?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2064413296850541095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2064413296850541095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2064413296850541095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2064413296850541095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-2009.html' title='Birthday 2009'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SnG0oO2vNzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zNqwWtWw3pk/s72-c/DSCN3988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5042620028915213250</id><published>2009-07-27T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:32:39.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LFC'/><title type='text'>a sport story</title><content type='html'>1. Hungarian GP&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore vs Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hungarian GP&lt;br /&gt;Let's just get straight to the point here. If any of the Brawn drivers gets podium, I don't like it. If Lewis Hamilton gets podium, I also don't like it even more so when it's supposed to be my guy up there! And because of the stupid mistake by Renault, Fernando Alonso will not be competing in the next GP which is the European GP which will be held in Valencia, Spain, Alonso's home country. What a blow! I'm sure he is as pissed as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that drama during qualifying where the drivers had to wait for a certain amount of time to find out what their timing was and then managing to secure pole, my guy didn't win and he was in a comfortable lead! What a freaking waste piece of race! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry and my sentiments were right when I told Effa that I trust Alonso's driving skills but I don't trust that Renault will help him win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and poor Massa. I just read that Ferrari will be looking for a replacement. An injury on his left eyes may affect his Formula One career...does this mean I won't see him in action in Singapore? What a way to end a career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore vs Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had so much fun eventhough I know not much of the lyrics to You'll Never Walk Alone. Atmosphere was crazy and I'm totally in love with LFC. I wished Gerrad could have made an appearance...guess I'll just have to see him at Anfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm217GDNhtI/AAAAAAAAAec/A7YHLnTjH84/s1600-h/DSCN3922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm217GDNhtI/AAAAAAAAAec/A7YHLnTjH84/s320/DSCN3922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363142758109120210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm216hKIaDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/QW68GHX2DmM/s1600-h/DSCN3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm216hKIaDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/QW68GHX2DmM/s320/DSCN3931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363142748206032946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm216B16JdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0ilf7n2qa_8/s1600-h/DSCN3936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm216B16JdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0ilf7n2qa_8/s320/DSCN3936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363142739799713234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm215pjlvrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/c3Rf76kqA9g/s1600-h/DSCN3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm215pjlvrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/c3Rf76kqA9g/s320/DSCN3974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363142733280427698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm215R_38iI/AAAAAAAAAd8/frTiEM7VXC4/s1600-h/DSCN3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm215R_38iI/AAAAAAAAAd8/frTiEM7VXC4/s320/DSCN3969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363142726956610082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5042620028915213250?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5042620028915213250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5042620028915213250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5042620028915213250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5042620028915213250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/sport-story.html' title='a sport story'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sm217GDNhtI/AAAAAAAAAec/A7YHLnTjH84/s72-c/DSCN3922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1637221578208688240</id><published>2009-07-26T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:29:27.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><title type='text'>The dramatic Hungarian GP qualifying round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmvGfs8HrMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MbPfyW6gLyQ/s1600-h/alonso+pole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmvGfs8HrMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MbPfyW6gLyQ/s320/alonso+pole.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362598029256273090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massa is out after crashing due to what it seemed like the debris from Barichello's car. He crashed quite fast into the tire barricade and was reported to have concussed for a while but he was conscious on his way to the nearest A&amp;E. But he is safe now and will not be competing tonight at the Hungaroring circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thrilled that Fernando Alonso is staring in pole tonight alas, I won't be able to watch him prolly driving towards podium because tonight I will be watching another Fernando and another Alonso (hopefully) at the Kallang Stadium when Liverpool meet the Singapore team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my LFC kit ready (I just bought it yesterday at the Adidas store at Tampines 1) and eagerly waiting for the time to come when I can make my way to the stadium. Eight hours to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1637221578208688240?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1637221578208688240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1637221578208688240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1637221578208688240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1637221578208688240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/dramatic-hungarian-gp-qualifying-round.html' title='The dramatic Hungarian GP qualifying round'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmvGfs8HrMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MbPfyW6gLyQ/s72-c/alonso+pole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5992807299746254182</id><published>2009-07-25T17:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:30:01.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><title type='text'>LFC at River Cruise from Fullerton to Liang Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQxLZl-9I/AAAAAAAAAds/mWiXEJnfUQA/s1600-h/DSCN3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQxLZl-9I/AAAAAAAAAds/mWiXEJnfUQA/s320/DSCN3840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327849630301138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQwmSjMSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qrtU7Stde24/s1600-h/DSCN3849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQwmSjMSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qrtU7Stde24/s320/DSCN3849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327839668646178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQwB2TZkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/I6-ezbhXW6M/s1600-h/DSCN3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQwB2TZkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/I6-ezbhXW6M/s320/DSCN3856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327829886494274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQvu1mBwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/a3z-d4bN51s/s1600-h/DSCN3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQvu1mBwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/a3z-d4bN51s/s320/DSCN3873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327824783247106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQvSDb06I/AAAAAAAAAdM/WPM2wToUav8/s1600-h/DSCN3874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQvSDb06I/AAAAAAAAAdM/WPM2wToUav8/s320/DSCN3874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327817056670626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQQ2wOb5I/AAAAAAAAAdE/s9i1QA8RIpo/s1600-h/DSCN3876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQQ2wOb5I/AAAAAAAAAdE/s9i1QA8RIpo/s320/DSCN3876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327294332268434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQQQdog9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/1mO0F5zsg5w/s1600-h/DSCN3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQQQdog9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/1mO0F5zsg5w/s320/DSCN3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327284053738450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQQKJg82I/AAAAAAAAAc0/NQWIdbExTQs/s1600-h/DSCN3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQQKJg82I/AAAAAAAAAc0/NQWIdbExTQs/s320/DSCN3879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327282358743906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQPfSgBdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2QJsqUqplUc/s1600-h/DSCN3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQPfSgBdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2QJsqUqplUc/s320/DSCN3880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327270853707218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQOyFkV1I/AAAAAAAAAck/I-2T1M9V9Ek/s1600-h/DSCN3882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQOyFkV1I/AAAAAAAAAck/I-2T1M9V9Ek/s320/DSCN3882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362327258719868754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the best day EVER! I manage to see Carragher, Alonso and Torres in the flesh! Torres sits like a Greek God with the sun shining down on him,Kuyt is so golden,Alonso is so good loking,Mascherano is moody,Carragher is like a second Gerrard to me...I can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5992807299746254182?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5992807299746254182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5992807299746254182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5992807299746254182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5992807299746254182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/lfc-at-river-cruise-from-fullerton-to.html' title='LFC at River Cruise from Fullerton to Liang Court'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmrQxLZl-9I/AAAAAAAAAds/mWiXEJnfUQA/s72-c/DSCN3840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3126943023061473089</id><published>2009-07-19T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:30:52.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>short day out</title><content type='html'>I just had to get out for a while and buy something. I've been meaning to buy new pair of shoes because I don't really have proper shoes for the new job. All I've been wearing were slippers and sandals because I will change to black heels in the office to match my uniform. But now that I won't be wearing uniform (yey to that!), I think it's fair to say that I NEED proper shoes. So that was my mission for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already have the shoes that I wanted in mind so this shopping spree was going to be fast and efficient...no! I reached Charles &amp; Keith at TM and they say that they don't have it in my size. I really wanted that pair so I told them to check for me on where I could find it. They told me they only had it in my size at Great World, Marina Square and Junction 8. So off I went to Marina Square, impromptu! I've already bought one pair at TM so I'm off to get the other pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find any good reason on why I should wait because I'm already out so might as well just go get it! So now that I have two shoes I'm pretty contented and Effa will be paying part of it as a birthday present to me....aah birthdays...I think it's true that as you get older, birthdays are not what you look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when I was at City Hall area I spotted people coming back from the Shape run,the run that I fail to register for because I was too late. Well I have made a pact with Yanping to go next year.This morning I just have to make do with running two rounds round the estate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3126943023061473089?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3126943023061473089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3126943023061473089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3126943023061473089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3126943023061473089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-day-out.html' title='short day out'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2965140019140647276</id><published>2009-07-18T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:31:30.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>It's been three days so it's not exactly a crime if I were to say anything about the movie in my blog today. Those of you who haven't catch it...well too bad! You've just stepped into someone who is quite a Potter fan and she watched it on opening day and she's itching to rant out her thoughts about the sixth installment of the Harry Potter saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like the fourth movie, I watched it twice! I'm not sure if I watched the fifth movie twice though. Goblet of Fire is still my favourite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I would like to see in the movie but was not in the movie:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dumbledore's funeral&lt;br /&gt;2. The memory of a certain wizard when he visits the Gaunt House&lt;br /&gt;3. Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup&lt;br /&gt;4. Fleur's aka 'Phlegm' visit to The Burrows &lt;br /&gt;5. Hokey's (a House elf) memory of Tom Riddle's visit to Hepzibah's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I was quite disappointed with:&lt;br /&gt;1. That wasn't how Harry and Ginny had their first kiss&lt;br /&gt;2. Cormac McGlaggen wasn't really interested in Hermione (as depicted in the book) and he wasn't supposed to be good-looking! Freddie Stroma was far good-looking!&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened to The Burrow (Bill and Fleur's wedding is supposed to be held there in the next installment. Well I guess they are not going to include that in the next movie)&lt;br /&gt;4. Luna wasn't supposed to be the one who rescued Harry from the train after Draco attacked him. It is supposed to be Tonks.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't think Draco Malfoy was marked with the Dark Mark...so that's like a question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I'm happy with:&lt;br /&gt;1. Scenes from the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. It was simply delightful!&lt;br /&gt;2. The fact that Lavender Brown was as irritating as the book. Jessie Cave did a good job!&lt;br /&gt;3. Harry's execution of getting the memory from Professor Slughorn&lt;br /&gt;4. Quidditch tryouts&lt;br /&gt;5. The development of Harry and Ginny's relationship (though still not happy with the kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Notes:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if everyone remembers but there was news last year about a certain guy who acted in this installment who was stabbed to death in a bar brawl in London. His name was Robert Knox and he played Marcus Belby. That would be the guy who finished his ice-crem, quite sloppily during Slughorn's Slug Club party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it. I'm sure there are so many other scenes to talk about but I just can't remember...I'm gonna leave by posting Tom Felton's picture of Draco Malfoy...coz I simply love Draco Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmG8Sm_9ppI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yqE6yABZi6c/s1600-h/draco_hbp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmG8Sm_9ppI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yqE6yABZi6c/s320/draco_hbp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359772059440096914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2965140019140647276?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2965140019140647276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2965140019140647276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2965140019140647276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2965140019140647276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-blood-prince.html' title='The Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SmG8Sm_9ppI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yqE6yABZi6c/s72-c/draco_hbp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-8920891138968752353</id><published>2009-07-17T10:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:32:16.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><title type='text'>Love the Hugs!</title><content type='html'>I'm officially no longer and employee with the bank...how's that? As I packed my bags and shaked everyone's hand I was thinking "Oh my this is really happening. It's finally here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite sad as I said goodbye to those who were closest to me and the hugs I got from those wonderful colleagues almost got me teary-eyed. I told them "Don't make this sad please." Coz we will still keep in touch. I'll put an effor to make that happen. Almost three years with most of them have to mean something right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sl_f8mUt5HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lYTl2kKTCOk/s1600-h/card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sl_f8mUt5HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lYTl2kKTCOk/s400/card.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248313766765682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home now listening to the radio and this is something that I've not done for quite a long time. I'm enjoying it. There's no need to go out and do something. When home is as peaceful as this, no one should go out...enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Tuesday when I drove my parents and Effa to her graduation day from NIE. The PIE had to be shut down and everyone had to exit to Kallang and that was chaotic and a nightmare coming true! I dunno how else I was suppose to drive to NTU if I don't use the expressway. Thankfully for Effa's friend we manage to get our way back via Thomson road and enter the PIE back after about 1.5 hours stuck in the jam! It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's to Effa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sl_hsJRcdQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JNh1BbVyYoU/s1600-h/effa+grad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sl_hsJRcdQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JNh1BbVyYoU/s320/effa+grad+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359250230113760514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sl_hr_55lfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5fFpdheYr4M/s1600-h/effa+grad+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sl_hr_55lfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5fFpdheYr4M/s320/effa+grad+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359250227599087090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-8920891138968752353?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/8920891138968752353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=8920891138968752353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8920891138968752353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8920891138968752353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-hugs.html' title='Love the Hugs!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sl_f8mUt5HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lYTl2kKTCOk/s72-c/card.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1350948947915384685</id><published>2009-07-09T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:33:09.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>A growing Putumayo collection???</title><content type='html'>I met up with dear Yanping today for our planned weekday shopping trip. We had lunch at Long John Silver's and I had my usual grilled chicken wrap combo. Yanping surprised me with an early birthday present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SlXl63nrWOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cfhbzJoN5Dw/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SlXl63nrWOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cfhbzJoN5Dw/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356440131352615138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely surprised and then excited because this means that this will add to my collection of the previous 2 CDs that I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SlXlxhnP7zI/AAAAAAAAAbs/si7tlY7hBZM/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SlXlxhnP7zI/AAAAAAAAAbs/si7tlY7hBZM/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356439970826415922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to it right now and am already feeling that I'm sitting in a cafe in Rome, sipping coffee (Yanping says on English drinks tea so I have to start practising drinking coffee!) So i've been home since yesterday having to take leave before I leave the bank. I took a photo of Izz wearing an Argentina jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SlXnA7U0FTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9smu7kkdw74/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SlXnA7U0FTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9smu7kkdw74/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441334938080562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only turned towards the camera when the flash started to light up. If not for the flash, the picture would be an image of his side view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1350948947915384685?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1350948947915384685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1350948947915384685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1350948947915384685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1350948947915384685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-putumayo-collection.html' title='A growing Putumayo collection???'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SlXl63nrWOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cfhbzJoN5Dw/s72-c/DSC00811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6936079278818713893</id><published>2009-07-06T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:32:11.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Was King Henry VIII misunderstood?</title><content type='html'>I've finally finish reading 'The Boleyn Inheritance' by Phillipa Gregory, a fiction based on the lives of King Henry and his fourth and fifth wive. The book is depicted from the eyes of Anne of Cleves (fourth wife), Jane Boleyn (Queen Anne's sister-in-law) and Katherine Howard (fifth wife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not really keen on the idea that King Henry VIII might be misunderstood. He's a...I can't find a better word...monster? He beheaded two of his six wives Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard just because they were accused of adultery...which by the way did not happen...well except maybe for Kitty Howard because she slept with Thomas Culpepper when she was still married to the King. But I wouldn't blame her because she was 15 when she married the King and he was 49! And he had an affair with Mary Boleyn while he was still married to the first Queen, Catherine of Aragon. So it doesn't make it right that nobody can behead him but he behead them for the same thing that they all did...or didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will wiki the King and read more about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6936079278818713893?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6936079278818713893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6936079278818713893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6936079278818713893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6936079278818713893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-king-henry-viii-misunderstood.html' title='Was King Henry VIII misunderstood?'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6002294245734203757</id><published>2009-07-04T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:33:16.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sk9TvxSstmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UGKBCD-KrFo/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sk9TvxSstmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UGKBCD-KrFo/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354590562117531234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought my iPod Touch and am spending too much time with it. I had to re-charged it this evening after my sisters and I took turns to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to watching videos in a wider screen because my previous MP4 player screen is so tiny. Thanks to Huang Xiao I can now watch Bedtime Stories and Twilight on my iPod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sk9U8Xt7zUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HKkdiRfwD9E/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sk9U8Xt7zUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HKkdiRfwD9E/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354591878102371650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of my wallpaper; the girls and I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6002294245734203757?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6002294245734203757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6002294245734203757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6002294245734203757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6002294245734203757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/hooked.html' title='Hooked'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sk9TvxSstmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UGKBCD-KrFo/s72-c/DSC00806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3547584180221447594</id><published>2009-07-01T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:33:57.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>away from work</title><content type='html'>Oh it was nice. It was a work day and I'm not sweating at work. Away from the hectic-ness of my desk where the phone rings at least twice per hour and I'm away from all the pesterings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, after my medical check-up, I met Andin for our long-awaited lunch and we decided to eat at Pastamania and I really regretted picking pasta over pizza. Their supposedly "Recommended" Tuna and Turkey Bacon pasta sucks! Why oh why didn't i just stick to pizza!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we performed our prayers at Al-Falah and then catch a movie at Plaza Singapura GV, making use of my complimentary vouchers. Oh my, leave from work and then FREE movie! Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I Love You, Man' is frigin' hillarious. I laughed so much my jaws hurt! Kevin Rudd and Jason Seagal made such good co-stars! They were both so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dessert at Swensen's because I need to satisfy my cravings for Swensen's ice-cream...yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3547584180221447594?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3547584180221447594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3547584180221447594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3547584180221447594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3547584180221447594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/07/away-from-work.html' title='away from work'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-2440125139463578670</id><published>2009-06-29T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:34:26.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Wait a little bit longer</title><content type='html'>I had been waiting for about two months. I was hoping that the ipod Touch would be readily installed with software 3.0 but it seems like it could only be downloaded. So now I am so eager to buy and have checked with the new istudio at Orchard Central and they said that there will be a promotion somewhere this week. I'm up for free gifts if it will save me money. Even if it 30 bucks. A free scree protector and casing could really help me save the money for a sportwrap so that I will no longer have to hold on to my player when I run. If I coud wait for two months, what's one week right? Should be chicken feet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-2440125139463578670?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/2440125139463578670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=2440125139463578670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2440125139463578670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/2440125139463578670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-little-bit-longer.html' title='Wait a little bit longer'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5107890882438547649</id><published>2009-06-25T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:34:46.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>using up the battery's life away</title><content type='html'>So I'm just basically waiting...waiting for the laptop's batt life to drop to 7% so that I can swicth off. While waiting, I'm listenng to Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon and updating my calendar. So many lunch and dinner dats the upcoming month....days catches up with you and by the time it comes I will be exclaiming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5107890882438547649?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5107890882438547649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5107890882438547649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5107890882438547649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5107890882438547649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/using-up-batterys-life-away.html' title='using up the battery&apos;s life away'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6001640295989836300</id><published>2009-06-20T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:35:20.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><title type='text'>Am I A Privillege Card Junkie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjzW50B4MTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oa9wqA4CQD8/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjzW50B4MTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oa9wqA4CQD8/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349386746116714802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not intentionally let this happen. I am not sure which one is the first one but the newest one will be the Zingrill card. I just collected it today. The most useful one has been Esprit and The Body Shop. I use these two the most and maybe The Coffee Bean card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enought about cards. I went out today with a lot of things to do and the first was to drop by Popular to get some stationeries. I need an eraser for the EPT on Monday and then I dropped by at the library to borrow a book about English vocabulary. I don't think it'll be helping me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hurried to Downtown East where Nur and nyai were already there waiting for my arrival so that we can have lunch. I had to satisfy my craving for chawanmushi. It was 3PM when I reach and I was pleasantly surprised...well more like reminded that the Singtel F1 promo is in Downtown East this weekend. I was excited to see the much talk about stimulator and was glad that I got to see someone driving it. It looks really cool but the guy who was trying at that point of time was lousy! And I saw three very tall Singtel Grid Girls. I'm not sure if they are really that tall or they were wearing super high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by at the Marquee for the Family Fun Fest just to get Turkish ice cream and Nur gladly becomes the victim of the ice cream man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm back at home watching the F1 qualifying session and Adrian Sutil...again...had an accident and this time around it looks really bad. Sleve Slater said that it was a brake problem and it does look like it has nothing to do with the dashing Sutil's driving skills. The car suddenly just jerked to the left, spinned, hit the wall/barricade and the rear wing flung out to the other side and Sutil remained in the car for a few minutes. The yellow flag was flagged out and a few seconds later the red flag and Q1 had 24 seconds left to go. All the driver had to drive back to the pit lane and were allowed to go for another round but most of them didn't. Hamilton hapily got out of his car and walked towards the waiting reporters for an interview. He will be starting tomorrow at P19. Poor Nicole had to watch her boyfriend starting at the second last grid. She was present at the qualifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck sparin has been really anooying me because it's been getting quite painful and I'm not sure if I had maybe stretched my muscles too much during Monday's swimming session. I know that I was on the pool 10 minutes more than usual and I did more breath strokes than usual. It's becoming really uncomfortable especially when I wake up in the morning and my neck is stiff. I'm gonna get mum help me with it when she comes back from vacation on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll stop here for tonight. Oh one more thing...Brawn GP not doing so well tonight...but no early celebration...I don't want to spoil it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6001640295989836300?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6001640295989836300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6001640295989836300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6001640295989836300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6001640295989836300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-privillege-card-junkie.html' title='Am I A Privillege Card Junkie?'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjzW50B4MTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oa9wqA4CQD8/s72-c/DSC00784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1227341353565631047</id><published>2009-06-20T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:35:58.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how long I've been delaying this entry. I took the pictures using my phone camera and have actually transferred it into my laptop but I just did not have the mood to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today on a quite peaceful Saturday morning, I am finally making the move and typing out this entry. An entry full of pictures! These pictures are from my &lt;em&gt;barang-barang&lt;/em&gt; wardrobe. I had two doors that opened to all my trinkets so I filled it with posters and whatever things I could find. I didn't even give Nur much space because it's filled with mine! So let's start with door number one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPavedx2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/7rEFEENRaNc/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237778248746850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPavedx2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/7rEFEENRaNc/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bigger picture. I must have started with this because I went to the Click Five concert on 1 June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPaQJWlzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5KgicWvkVrY/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237769838696242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPaQJWlzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5KgicWvkVrY/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the masquerade mask back in 2005 when SP School of Business had their Graduation Night. The theme was Moulin Rouge and I remembered having so much fun that night taking lots of pictures with all I knew before we all go our different ways. Behind the mask is my Sepang GP ticket which will forever remain there. Oh and look! I still have a picture of Michael Owen pasted right behind the ticket. I actually removed a Micheal Owen poster to make way for the Click Five "wave your hand in the air" poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPaErm7fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HX5_tZM4hl4/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237766761147890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPaErm7fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HX5_tZM4hl4/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this landyard at Sepang GP and chose orange because it remind me of Renault. Joan bought a black one I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPZ1CsnFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/xMjY3fCtd4U/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237762563021906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPZ1CsnFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/xMjY3fCtd4U/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the star of this wall. Everyone who went to the concert had this on their seat so that we could all wave it in the air when they rock out on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOwP9XdPI/AAAAAAAAAas/gJjAPoFQzu0/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237048233915634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOwP9XdPI/AAAAAAAAAas/gJjAPoFQzu0/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wall number two. More things and more memorable stuff. The nicest thing would have to be Fernando Alonso's pics where I got from newspaper. Cut it out before mum could throw 'em away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOhEh7VJI/AAAAAAAAAak/2ghgVqXq3Ww/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236787467998354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOhEh7VJI/AAAAAAAAAak/2ghgVqXq3Ww/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a message from Hanis and I think this was last year's birthday message. I'm not sure if it's clear enough for everyone to read. This is what happens when you use a lousy phone camera to take pictures. I remembered laughing when I read this message from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOg6e-UuI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZkSy6qDTXdA/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236784771257058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOg6e-UuI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZkSy6qDTXdA/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks simply dashing in the picture on top. He's my dark and good looking prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOgo3C7JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Dmla_WsTR58/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236780040383634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOgo3C7JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Dmla_WsTR58/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first picture of the girls and I on our very first outing back on 2nd January 2009. Eversince then we had our outing once a month, catching up and cam-whoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOgSnXL6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/M79hY1cpOe8/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236774069022626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOgSnXL6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/M79hY1cpOe8/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was given to me by Nisa. She spells "Kakak" as "Kaka". The cute mistakes that little girls do is just worth smiling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOgEyMNNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/emL6Vohq4ZA/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236770356344018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxOgEyMNNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/emL6Vohq4ZA/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who attended the Jason Mraz concert on 5th March 2009 had this on their seat and it was a totally cool thing coz it also acts like a fan. When mum saw this she said she wants it so that she fan herself when she goes to Batam. I was saying "No Way!". This is for me to paste it on my wardrobe wall as part of my collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1227341353565631047?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1227341353565631047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1227341353565631047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1227341353565631047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1227341353565631047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjxPavedx2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/7rEFEENRaNc/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4562436854202098278</id><published>2009-06-17T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:56:16.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Human-ness</title><content type='html'>I was reading Jason Mraz's blog and am amazed at his human-ness. That's the word he used. He was describing how he is still a human with problems and worries eventhough he's a successful singer doing 180 shows/gigs a year. He wrote this particular entry before he perfromed 'I'm Yours' on idol. If you watched the finale of the Kris Allen season you will remember that Jason came on stage to sing 'I'm yours' with the season's contestant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason said that his plan was to sing the song like it was the first time he is singing the song and he will enjoy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Worry is what happens when we create meaning in a way that brings us down and its usually about an event that never really happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: If I had a failed relationship, I'm worried that it might happen again. But that's worrying about a relationship that is yet to happen...so why worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's blog is full of insightful things and it makes me so amazed and surprise that he is down to earth and is as human as we are. He is afraid...he fears about how he look like in the eyes of his friends, family and fans. That's very normal. Sometimes, he felt like leaving in the middle of a show...in a middle of a song. It's all about commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to jasonmraz.com and read his blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4562436854202098278?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4562436854202098278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4562436854202098278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4562436854202098278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4562436854202098278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/human-ness.html' title='Human-ness'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-8784361749134431441</id><published>2009-06-16T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:57:01.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>six fifty</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it’s difficult to know that you’re the only person who is alone in this world. You ponder and wonder why this is the case and why companionship is so difficult to come by your way. Is it you or it is all those other people? What is the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you searched but you can’t find. You wondered and you can’t find. You questioned but there’s no answer. You seek out only to find nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search. Wonder. Question. Seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder. Question. Seek. Search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer. No response. No reaction. No clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is already getting dizzy from typing out this entry. Squeezed out the remaining of my brain juices and I ain’t got anything left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-8784361749134431441?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/8784361749134431441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=8784361749134431441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8784361749134431441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8784361749134431441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/six-fifty.html' title='six fifty'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4604192099946159669</id><published>2009-06-14T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:00:06.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yana's Birthday - A Scrapblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQ2pXaAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kx8QssIHL5E/s1600-h/scrap1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347198014305298434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQ2pXaAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kx8QssIHL5E/s400/scrap1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQQ4i6WI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/d2auu6CpITs/s1600-h/scrap2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347198004168419682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQQ4i6WI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/d2auu6CpITs/s400/scrap2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQa2IfwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iRpXlS3Qiek/s1600-h/scrap3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347198006842654466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQa2IfwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iRpXlS3Qiek/s400/scrap3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQAmxvXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IyYMI8Kievs/s1600-h/scrap4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347197999798926706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQAmxvXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IyYMI8Kievs/s400/scrap4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQP--L7sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8bq_uhQEnbs/s1600-h/scrap5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347197999360241346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQP--L7sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8bq_uhQEnbs/s400/scrap5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4604192099946159669?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4604192099946159669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4604192099946159669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4604192099946159669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4604192099946159669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/yanas-birthday-scrapblog.html' title='Yana&apos;s Birthday - A Scrapblog'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SjUQQ2pXaAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kx8QssIHL5E/s72-c/scrap1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7924743447367424160</id><published>2009-06-14T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:14:12.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do people really read these things?</title><content type='html'>Something jumped inside my head today and it suddenly hit me that the career path that I am about to embark on will never allow me to live the dream of studying in Liverpool. Studying in Liverpool had been in my mind for a while somewhere this year...I even had University of Liverpool's course work printed out as a reminder that I HAVE TO go there someday. I want to be pulled into a different culture and live in a different city and this had been my planned and I had actually discussed it with David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now even David knows that I won't be living that dream of mine. I'm taking a different direction now and have to accept the fact that Liverpool will not happen. It's time to move on and concentrate on the task at hand: surviving the new career and path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7924743447367424160?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7924743447367424160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7924743447367424160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7924743447367424160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7924743447367424160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-people-really-read-these-things.html' title='Do people really read these things?'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7963746367651626420</id><published>2009-06-09T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:27:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>It's finally my turn because He has answer my prayers. I finally have a reason to leave and have been anticipatingly waiting for that day to come and it's one week away!!! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I wanted to write about...it's something else but I suddenly find myself unprepared. So I guess that will have to wait. It will have to wait until I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll go prepare that letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7963746367651626420?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7963746367651626420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7963746367651626420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7963746367651626420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7963746367651626420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1721876586581501648</id><published>2009-06-07T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:30:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met Fernando Alonso in my dreams</title><content type='html'>38.3 degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.9 degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.7 degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.7 degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.4 degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how my fever progressed these past two days. It was horrible as usual and considering my medical history all I did was to shower myself with cold water every two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Nyai for being there for me coz she took care of me the whole of last night. Changing the cold towels on my forehead so that it will help to decrease my temperature down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was having headaches and body aches, I tuned into last night's qualifying session and was happy that Vettel is in pole position. I hope that it will remain that way because if Button takes first position again I feel that I might lose interest in F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watching the qualifying probably had made me dream about meeting Alonso and we had an intelligent chat about F1. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about the Singapore GP and it's about three and a half months away! This would probably be Alonso's final season because I'm not sure if Renault have submit themselves into next year's GP...and there are talks of Alonso joining Le Mans which is a go-karting team. How  sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1721876586581501648?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1721876586581501648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1721876586581501648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1721876586581501648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1721876586581501648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-met-fernando-alonso-in-my-dreams.html' title='I met Fernando Alonso in my dreams'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3944668813058354775</id><published>2009-06-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:19:05.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago</title><content type='html'>a year ago yesterday i had 1 of the best night in my life as The Click Five blew me away in an awesome concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago today,i was stil in the office because of those pref shares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flew really fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3944668813058354775?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3944668813058354775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3944668813058354775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3944668813058354775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3944668813058354775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-year-ago.html' title='1 year ago'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3270113631951851607</id><published>2009-05-30T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:34:42.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Huang Xiao, I've managed to complete watching the final season of Prison Break. I don't think there will be anymore Prison Break after watching the last episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say that I am happy with the ending however had to cry at the end because it's just so sad. Then just to keep myself satisfied I watched the last 15 minutes of the episode again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's not much excitement going on this weekend coz GP continues at Istanbul next weekend. Everton scored a goal in the first minute and I don't think Chelsea has scored any yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for that day to come where I will finally feel free and have that freedom feeling and all the unnecessary stress coming from this horrid and unsatisfying job. What the hell is an honours student doing sitting at the reception counter receiving customers. I'm not being complacent...just being realistic and I know that there's bigger things for me out there and it starts July. For now I'm looking forward to 19 June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3270113631951851607?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3270113631951851607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3270113631951851607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3270113631951851607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3270113631951851607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7297063710157107501</id><published>2009-05-28T07:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:20:40.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Four Three</title><content type='html'>I was just reading around, jumping from one page to another and then I came across a sentence that provoked me to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Blissfully in love”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mixed feelings when I came across this. I was probably rolling my eyes, feeling agitated, longing for the time when I could finally say that and feeling lost all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when does someone knows that they are blissfully in love? Is it written all over their face? Was it a glow on their face so bright that strangers won’t be able to miss it? Was it a smile permanently intact it’s so hard to miss? Or was it the serene aura emitting form within them you could just sense it immediately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7297063710157107501?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7297063710157107501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7297063710157107501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7297063710157107501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7297063710157107501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/six-four-three.html' title='Six Four Three'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7142115234698434087</id><published>2009-05-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:40:02.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1015AM</title><content type='html'>Written at 1015AM, 25/5/09. (Posted only much later because I have no access)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bore…really! This office, this place…seems like it’s not making sense anymore. I thought that pictures pasted on the wall in front of me (pics of my sister and I in Cappadocia and Pamukkale, Joan and me at Sepang, an A4 size poster of Fernando Alonso, an autographed picture from Fernando Alonso and an A4 size poster of Kimi Raikonnen) would evidently wash away the boredom I have in this so boring office. No one is around at the moment. I’m alone coz all those colleagues of mine have time in their hands to go for a half hour breakfast! It’s 10+ for goodness sake. I guess they are lucky to be able to do that. They are sales staff they can do anything they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the comfort of having Susan and Huang Xiao around in the office so that I have someone to talk to. Even Jean is not around anymore having to shift to the other side of the wall. My current buddy and I don’t really talk to each other because we have nothing to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are leaving the bank and I’ve been waiting for my turn since at least July/August 2008. Only Allah have the answer to this question: when is my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve pondered and wondered and questioned, sitting here alone with not much to do…just routine work and I pray that it won’t drive me insane. I’ve got to keep my feet firmly on the ground and just be patient with this environment and these people who are driving me nuts 80% of my time in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeking solace in this quietness…this “it’s-only-me-in-the-office-there’s-absolutely-no-one-else”…so I began writing again and thinking too…just to keep me sane and mentally healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I have Yanping and Atiqa who could email me once in a while and make me believe that there is something else I can live for: friends and family. And maybe I should also add 2 more ‘F’s into there: football and Formula 1 because that’s all I read about when I get bored especially F1…sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to swimming later after work. Can hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7142115234698434087?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7142115234698434087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7142115234698434087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7142115234698434087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7142115234698434087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/1015am.html' title='1015AM'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-8171390448103749047</id><published>2009-05-19T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:40:54.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar sweet</title><content type='html'>I finished reading "Jinx" from Meg Cabot and had to roll my eyes at the end of it. Such love stories blinds people from the reality of life. Having said that, this is a teenage fiction and I've moved past that by stopping with Princess Diaries. I read this book because it's been quite a while since I last lie on my bed and read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl has a crush on guy and guy loves girl at first sight. Girl is so clueless about the guy's feelings for her prolly coz she is in denial that such a hottie would fall for her and in the end they kiss after telling each other how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life is that sugary sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to head to the library and get some adult fiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-8171390448103749047?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/8171390448103749047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=8171390448103749047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8171390448103749047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8171390448103749047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/sugar-sweet.html' title='sugar sweet'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7327894503808296003</id><published>2009-05-18T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:52:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 640</title><content type='html'>I just came back from swimming 30 minutes ago and am feeling a little sleepy. I went with Nur and we decided to make it a once a week affair. It'll definitely help in my asthma. Just 20 minutes in the water and I was feeling quite breathless and had to call it quits. I'm sure if I keep up I'll manage at least 45 minutes. That's my aim for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay awake because the Survivor Tocantins final is at 11PM. I guess its gonna be a 2 hour finale which mean I wont be sleeping till 1AM??!! Yikes...looks like I'm gonna have a hard time waking up for work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7327894503808296003?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7327894503808296003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7327894503808296003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7327894503808296003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7327894503808296003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/number-640.html' title='Number 640'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-84642361283495492</id><published>2009-05-17T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:49:39.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immense in a totally different world</title><content type='html'>I;m listening to a CD I bought from UrbanWrite and am loving it. It's Putumayo music and it present Music from the Wine Lands...so there's French, Spanish, Latino, German and everything else except English. I first heard it when Effa and I was in UrbanWrite and they were playing one of the CDs and I was telling Effa that I feel like I was in another country, sitting in their cafe and sipping exotic coffee and speaking in their native language. I would probably buy one more next month when I get my pay. It made me want to go Europe so much more and it means that I have to save hard and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-84642361283495492?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/84642361283495492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=84642361283495492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/84642361283495492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/84642361283495492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/immense-in-totally-different-world.html' title='Immense in a totally different world'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7711175952438141236</id><published>2009-05-17T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:59:04.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pump it up!</title><content type='html'>I was feeling kinda tired a just a lil lazy but I got up any way since ayah say he would come along with me. We went jogging for like 20 minutes and then called Nur up to join us for badminton. It's been so long since we last play and my right arm is just a litte sore but it's all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to sweat a little and I hope I'm able to keep myself fit as long as I can. If I keep on motivating myself I'm sure I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family and I will be going to Hajah Maimunah for lunch and it's been quite a while since I last go there. But rice has been a no for me for so long and I'm still gonna keep it that way. I;m skipping rice later...just eating the dishes. I'm sure I can survive with just meat...I'm taking carbohydrates in the form of vegetables. That way I don't have to burn as much calories as when I eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I think I ought to buy this month's Shape magazine. I'm switching to Shape from CLEO...which is difficult coz I've been reading CLEO religiously for 2 years due to my subscription. I've stopped because mum told me to. She say it's a waste of money. Oh well, just have to live with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7711175952438141236?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7711175952438141236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7711175952438141236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7711175952438141236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7711175952438141236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/pump-it-up.html' title='pump it up!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-571439992624287819</id><published>2009-05-16T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:58:02.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned!!!</title><content type='html'>From now until season 09/10 that team who just won the EPL shall be banned from being mention in my blog. I hate each and everyone of them with the manager on top of the list followed by a certain player with the initials CR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them celebrate seemed to seeth me with anger and frustration so I am so inspired to write this entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just frustrated that there's just nothing nice to say so it's safer if I just leave it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-571439992624287819?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/571439992624287819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=571439992624287819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/571439992624287819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/571439992624287819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/banned.html' title='Banned!!!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7120213960832390377</id><published>2009-05-11T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:48:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Convocation</title><content type='html'>This day finally comes and I was excited and nervous at the same time. I waited one year for it! My last paper was back in May 2008. Got the final results in July 2008 and finally the convocation in May 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to bump into John who was in intake 31 and it's nice to see a familliar face around coz not all of my classmates attended the ceremony. I'll post some pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGzquz8NI/AAAAAAAAAZU/997WCvI9Mrw/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591612078256338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGzquz8NI/AAAAAAAAAZU/997WCvI9Mrw/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGzegbELI/AAAAAAAAAZM/o2ZY-zwObBc/s1600-h/DSCF0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591608796680370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGzegbELI/AAAAAAAAAZM/o2ZY-zwObBc/s320/DSCF0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGzMPBFTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/LUy3dddZiQs/s1600-h/DSCF0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591603891836210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGzMPBFTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/LUy3dddZiQs/s320/DSCF0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGyyhau3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ms3UfnZY3S0/s1600-h/DSCF0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591596989692786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGyyhau3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ms3UfnZY3S0/s320/DSCF0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGypvEImI/AAAAAAAAAY0/u1B7MoHH-_k/s1600-h/DSCF0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591594631012962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGypvEImI/AAAAAAAAAY0/u1B7MoHH-_k/s320/DSCF0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=63875&amp;amp;id=525319158&amp;amp;l=10e22ff0d4"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=63875&amp;amp;id=525319158&amp;amp;l=10e22ff0d4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the convocation was one of the happiest days in my life. I think I was smiling a lot to the point that I did not realise I was smiling a lot...does that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank both my parents for being there for me when I need them because without them, I won't be the person I am today. To both my sisters for being patient with all my not so good behaviour. I might have screaming at you gals when I was stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...there's nothing else I could say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7120213960832390377?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7120213960832390377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7120213960832390377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7120213960832390377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7120213960832390377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/convocation.html' title='The Convocation'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SghGzquz8NI/AAAAAAAAAZU/997WCvI9Mrw/s72-c/DSC00772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4101245314306276598</id><published>2009-05-11T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:13:34.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The short getaway</title><content type='html'>Marina and I had planned for this approximately 3 weeks before the trip. A week after I came back from Sepang she proposed the idea of heading to Batam for a few days just to get away from chaotic Singapore and that was quite an idea. All I did in Batam was massages, a realxing day in the hotel (absolutely no rush at all); take my time having breakfast, go to the gym, a long dip in the pool and dinners in front of the TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYQfogCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6hBNanjH5Q0/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYQfogCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6hBNanjH5Q0/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551558760202274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first massage we had was at this place. Just $30 for a 90 minutes Javanese massage..heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYVtwf6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/g-pDRzViLcw/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYVtwf6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/g-pDRzViLcw/s320/Image075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551560161623970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYR4mUrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0v8Mvt9YwPk/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYR4mUrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0v8Mvt9YwPk/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551559133352626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYE8ncII/AAAAAAAAAXk/5Xxv58VCqJE/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYE8ncII/AAAAAAAAAXk/5Xxv58VCqJE/s320/Image092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551555660542082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiXxRwAJI/AAAAAAAAAXc/woZsS5VLvOY/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiXxRwAJI/AAAAAAAAAXc/woZsS5VLvOY/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551550380474514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking our time during breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice fresh seafood lunch which was way awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggjWItc8ZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2Kyo9Q_7tu8/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggjWItc8ZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2Kyo9Q_7tu8/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334552621822570898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggjVhAf8gI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vib-GMYDMms/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggjVhAf8gI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vib-GMYDMms/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334552611165041154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggjVb90uAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jvAZiVtoI3A/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggjVb90uAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jvAZiVtoI3A/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334552609811642370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was great. Four star and we felt like a million bucks with the excellent service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggkB43y_AI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_aUyZ5h-Gnc/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggkB43y_AI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_aUyZ5h-Gnc/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334553373485235202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the hotel's pool from 10th floor. That's where we were...at the highest floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggkBo0ePhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Pu420R-hxRU/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggkBo0ePhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Pu420R-hxRU/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334553369176325650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View  from up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggkBJTVVCI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QB2ujylJNr0/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggkBJTVVCI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QB2ujylJNr0/s320/Image097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334553360715830306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the lobby on the last day before we depart back to Singapore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4101245314306276598?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4101245314306276598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4101245314306276598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4101245314306276598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4101245314306276598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-getaway.html' title='The short getaway'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SggiYQfogCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6hBNanjH5Q0/s72-c/Image076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4368831716545116498</id><published>2009-05-03T10:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:14:55.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day with pictures</title><content type='html'>I'm getting so bored at home that I started to take random pictures...random but meaningful. But first here's a pic of Aishah and me when we attended a wedding at Tampines yesterday. This wide-eyed girl is so playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0FyWb_70I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OBpmyL0MBPg/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0FyWb_70I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OBpmyL0MBPg/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331423896451149634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0FyIzjvgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w6vpPK93SGI/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0FyIzjvgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w6vpPK93SGI/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331423892791868930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was lying down on my bed thinking about how quite dull it is that there's be no race this weekend. The next race will be in Barcelone, May 10th (that's Mother's Day just in case you don't know). Then I spotted two FREE souvnirs in my room and it reminded me of Sepang and I miss Sepang eventhough the race was suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0HD-QNoOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/daYYHtgug_Y/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0HD-QNoOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/daYYHtgug_Y/s400/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331425298708537570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of the picture is the brilliant poster featuring Sauber BMW coz Petronas is their co-sponsor and the right hand side of the picture is the Petronas flag that one of the grid girls was giving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at the calendar that Effa had bought months ago where we had to decorate coz its totally DIY and I flipped to July, coz I was the one who designed it and it's simply spectacular coz Fernando Alonso is in it plus, no one knows how painful it was to stick hole punched newspaper bits ONE BY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0IAS-GgVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/66OLmSRsOq0/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0IAS-GgVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/66OLmSRsOq0/s320/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331426335061868882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look and you'll see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0J-OSfmvI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y15j68vywCw/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0J-OSfmvI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y15j68vywCw/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331428498468739826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply because Alonso has the same birthday as mine and Hanis, my cousin also shares the same birthday as us (notice that I said 'us' as if we're like a couple.I can dream!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll have to wait for one more week until the Spanish GP but for now I'll get excited about my trip to Batam with Marina. Look forward to getting away from everything in Singapore and just get away from it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4368831716545116498?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4368831716545116498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4368831716545116498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4368831716545116498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4368831716545116498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/boring-day-with-pictures.html' title='Boring day with pictures'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sf0FyWb_70I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OBpmyL0MBPg/s72-c/DSC00732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4479038855344781179</id><published>2009-05-01T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:37:39.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine rox!</title><content type='html'>Watching Wolverine had me receiving X-Men lessons from Yanping. I didn't read the comics and I didn't watch the cartoons. There were so many characters it's a little hard to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Agent Zero, a teenage Cyclops, Gambit, Deadpool and just so many more names that I can't spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not watch it, you have to. It's just simply awesome and beyond describable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4479038855344781179?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4479038855344781179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4479038855344781179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4479038855344781179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4479038855344781179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/05/wolverine-rox.html' title='Wolverine rox!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7970567724843386827</id><published>2009-04-26T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:18:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun - Picture Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtJQV7NII/AAAAAAAAAWs/sb-1be1rl8M/s1600-h/scrap7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtJQV7NII/AAAAAAAAAWs/sb-1be1rl8M/s320/scrap7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329004264859317378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtIzG_lKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IeJlHkN4z-4/s1600-h/scrap4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtIzG_lKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IeJlHkN4z-4/s320/scrap4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329004257012061346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtI4-cfGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uHGDJzXmVuQ/s1600-h/scrap3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtI4-cfGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uHGDJzXmVuQ/s320/scrap3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329004258586819682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtIoqf75I/AAAAAAAAAWU/p-vQl1k9qsM/s1600-h/scrap2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtIoqf75I/AAAAAAAAAWU/p-vQl1k9qsM/s320/scrap2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329004254208192402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtItquvyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/15Dhvre1DfU/s1600-h/scrap1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtItquvyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/15Dhvre1DfU/s320/scrap1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329004255551340322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7970567724843386827?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7970567724843386827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7970567724843386827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7970567724843386827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7970567724843386827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-in-sun-picture-blog.html' title='Fun in the Sun - Picture Blog'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SfRtJQV7NII/AAAAAAAAAWs/sb-1be1rl8M/s72-c/scrap7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7658757638795990232</id><published>2009-04-20T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:10:47.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>2-Way coach to KL: SGD90&lt;br /&gt;2-Days pass to Sepang race: RM160&lt;br /&gt;2 Nights stay in KL: RM318&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Alonso Renault Team shirt: RM200&lt;br /&gt;Experience: PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v73/dilaimar/SepangStartofRace.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm still mooning about F1 and yes I'm excited about Singapore GP and thankfully I have Angie to book the tickets for me. Thankfully I've found Angie whose son is so into Ferrari he has to go to the race again this year and who also happens to be a Liverpool fan by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that none of the EPL matches will be clasing with the weekend's Bahrain GP. Phew. I hope Alonso gets into the scoresheet this time. He missed out just by one place by rookie Sebastian Buemi. Pft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7658757638795990232?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7658757638795990232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7658757638795990232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7658757638795990232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7658757638795990232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/04/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4617345197141094233</id><published>2009-04-16T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:06:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play catch up</title><content type='html'>This time around it was so damn boring I almost fall asleep. I've not felt this way for the past few ones. Its was overly horrible so I decided to catch up with Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We SMS switching from English to Bahasa Indonesia once a while and then we settle comfortably back to English. I had to SMS him after he did not reply to my email in getting F1 tickets which by the way will start next week 20th April 2009. Tickets for grandtstands has already started on 9th April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jefferson and I SMSed about F1 all the way and then he asked which driver I'm stalking. This guy knows how crazy I could be he just had to know which one I'm crazy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not stalking any1 but I prefer dark, good-looking ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hamilton!???!He's dark, but not gd looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dislike Hamilton so much because he took away 'the youngest driver to win the GP' title away frm my driver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So who r u stalking. Dats my qns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love Fernando Alonso so much i got my fren in England to get me his autograph and i got it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Piangz!!!You want to marry him issit? I dun mind being the chauffer for your wedding in Spain. I drive the safety car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, i tink hes married but i dun mind eloping.We can drive in the race car so dat way no one wld be able to catch up wif us n wif u driving the safety car thers no chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More like he'll be in the cockpit and you on the bumper n he'll drive slowly coz he dun want u to fall.Like dat i'll just ride a BMX."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Jefferson still has his sense oh humour. I don't laugh as much at work now coz he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work has become quite demoralizing it's difficult to be in a happy mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4617345197141094233?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4617345197141094233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4617345197141094233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4617345197141094233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4617345197141094233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/04/play-catch-up.html' title='play catch up'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6592188176509005824</id><published>2009-04-14T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:18:37.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Easy</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much I could do at the moment except surf the net and then got stuck in Facebook coz there was just nothing else to do. I log on into Messenger to find no one I could chat with and the fact the I have breathing difficulties at the moment just brought the frustration to a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to look forward this week except the Chinese GP oh and maybe the second leg of Chelsea vs Liverpool where we were humiliated by losing 3-1 to Chelsea. We were doing so great until Chelsea started to score not one. not two but three goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'll have to check, earliest tomorrow on whether the appeal from other teams on Brawn, Williams and Toyota use of the diffuser will come out well. I hope it does coz they are winning a lot leaving the better teams trailing behind. I hope Alonso will get on the scoresheet this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6592188176509005824?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6592188176509005824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6592188176509005824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6592188176509005824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6592188176509005824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/04/breathe-easy.html' title='Breathe Easy'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-3493028371431670179</id><published>2009-04-11T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:27:24.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>I have not been writing or updating as much as I used to and I'm not sure of the reason why this is so. Maybe it was my laziness or maybe there was just nothing to write about. I have nothing to be excited about except Sepang which ended quite not what I expected. I dunno how many times I've said this but it was really disappointing. I guess I'll just have to look forward to the Singapore GP which I will be getting tickets to. It will fall on the first week of Hari Raya and I've already informed mum and dad that I'll be going. Atiqa and Joan are set on following me and now Effa wants to go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching the likes of Kimi Raikonnen, Felipe Massa, Sebastian Vettel and especially Fernando Alonso racing the streets of Singapore live! I bet it's gonna be louder and I'll be needing earplugs coz the street circuit is much closer to spectators than the one in Sepang. I'll be getting the 3-day walkabout pass...anyone else interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope mum won't stop me from going to the Singapore GP as I prolly gonna make it a yearly affair since she is not allowing me to go for the Malaysian GP next year. Anyone wants to be come my Singapore GP buddy? If no one wants to then I guess I'll just tag along with Angie coz I'm sure it'll be a yearly affair for her family. Her son is a big Ferrari fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I will have to start jogging again tomorrow morning. It's been a week since I last did that and I don't want the engine to rsut. I will have to restart on 1 round and up it bit by bit. Keeping fit is not easy but its worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-3493028371431670179?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/3493028371431670179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=3493028371431670179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3493028371431670179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/3493028371431670179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-left-unsaid.html' title='Things Left Unsaid'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7661263979631154747</id><published>2009-04-07T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:46:24.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on Formula One</title><content type='html'>I am admitting the fact that I am now hooked on F1. It was such a waste that the race had to be suspended because the rain chose to pour as the race goes into the first hour. It was quite sad. My first live race and this have to happen and mum is not gonna let me go for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave some pictures for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAoVUBmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/I2XZzMh9E2g/s1600-h/PIC_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAoVUBmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/I2XZzMh9E2g/s320/PIC_0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960645192844898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAY1e0-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Kws48b252nI/s1600-h/PIC_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAY1e0-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Kws48b252nI/s320/PIC_0708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960641032803298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAcFMmXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OczNqfaSNBs/s1600-h/PIC_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAcFMmXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OczNqfaSNBs/s320/PIC_0707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960641904023922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAAFfxAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/IvP93ByVAS0/s1600-h/PIC_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAAFfxAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/IvP93ByVAS0/s320/PIC_0619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960634389087234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sdtm_9l6bbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/utmFVqSwF2w/s1600-h/PIC_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/Sdtm_9l6bbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/utmFVqSwF2w/s320/PIC_0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960633719745970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7661263979631154747?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7661263979631154747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7661263979631154747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7661263979631154747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7661263979631154747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooked-on-formula-one.html' title='Hooked on Formula One'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SdtnAoVUBmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/I2XZzMh9E2g/s72-c/PIC_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1493460498119711005</id><published>2009-04-06T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:24:59.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepang adrenalin</title><content type='html'>I am still in KL at the moment surfing the net on Joan's iPod touch.pretty disappoiinted the race had to end the way it did yesterday nevertheless it was an enjoying experience!I hope mum will allow me to go again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1493460498119711005?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1493460498119711005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1493460498119711005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1493460498119711005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1493460498119711005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/04/sepang-adrenalin.html' title='Sepang adrenalin'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6755442811377377277</id><published>2009-03-23T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:56:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Resisting</title><content type='html'>resist:&lt;br /&gt;-to withstand, strive against, or oppose&lt;br /&gt;-to withstand the action or effect of&lt;br /&gt;-to refrain or abstain from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it about resisting that is so difficult? It becomes addictive and sooner or later you realise that you can't simply put it aside and you succumb to its' calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about chasing after something that is forbidden? You tell yourself to be logical, to be wise but you act irrationally. You tell yourself that it is probably gonna hurt you in the end but in the tiniest corner of your mind said that you shouldn't care. You tell yourself that you have to say no but you said yes. You tel yourself to stay away but you go ahead with it anyway. You tell yourself that it was silly of you for doing it but you don't care because in the other tiny corner of your mind, you hoped that it would turned into something, you were hopeful that it would be something good for you. It would turn into something else...something that you have been hoping for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6755442811377377277?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6755442811377377277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6755442811377377277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6755442811377377277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6755442811377377277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-of-resisting.html' title='The Art of Resisting'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-5763006803673128385</id><published>2009-03-19T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:00:30.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this slow connection is irritating me</title><content type='html'>So the transfer was finally done. We're not using Singnet anymore and the telephone line is free! Yipee right??? Hell no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch One Tree Hill on Youtube without pausing for so many minutes and everything is just slow. Makes me wish that I should have just paid more for a better connection so that I won't be wasting time! As this moment I'll say Maxonline sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-5763006803673128385?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/5763006803673128385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=5763006803673128385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5763006803673128385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/5763006803673128385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-slow-connection-is-irritating-me.html' title='this slow connection is irritating me'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1361557708855974266</id><published>2009-03-17T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:00:42.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shameful shameful man united</title><content type='html'>i hope this is not overdue...gosh i pity united..but of course i'm lying.serves them right!eat your face rooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging frm my phone.so this hv to be short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1361557708855974266?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1361557708855974266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1361557708855974266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1361557708855974266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1361557708855974266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/03/shameful-shameful-man-united.html' title='shameful shameful man united'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7713687430783214226</id><published>2009-03-07T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:45:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh why you so pretty?</title><content type='html'>The abovementioned was what Jefferson said the first thing he saw me. Then he said 'Oh I know...you put on eye makeup.' Well it's now part of my job. I find that the quality of my skin are slowly degrading and I hate that this is happening. I had to turn to sleep to slowly rejuvenate it back to a better condition. Anyway I went to Jason Mraz's concert on Thursday and it was way awesome! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=be47d988ba53f63c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7713687430783214226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7713687430783214226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7713687430783214226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7713687430783214226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/03/eh-why-you-so-pretty.html' title='Eh why you so pretty?'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6823719333001313136</id><published>2009-03-02T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:57:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just NOT that into you</title><content type='html'>Let me try to summarise this movie in simple words. Basically it means that after the first date, if a guy does not call you or ask you out again, he's NOT interested in you. It's not because he is out of town, or he is busy with work or he lost your number. Girls should not be leaning on hope that guys will ask them out again if he doesn't call. Girls should just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and easy, if he doesn't call, he's just not that into you. If he does like you, he will try his hardest to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the exception and the rule. Why is it all around me, people...well girls just seem to be able to find someone that they like/love. Further details as per below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1."We met, and we just click. It was love at first sight."&lt;br /&gt;2."It just happen, we fall in love and I know that he is the one."&lt;br /&gt;3."We have always been friends, we only realised that we are soulmates recently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these people are the exceptions and that makes me the rule? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I went out on a date, say and did the wrong things and expect to be asked out on a second date.&lt;br /&gt;2.I realised that I actually like a best friend, decided to tell him and then only to find out that he went on a date with a girl and ask her to become his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3.I thought this guy could have liked me because of the "signs" that he gives unintentionaly but he still have not said or done anything to confirm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rule...not an exception! It frustrates me a little. I told Effa I love ambitious guys, guys with a vision and she told me not to get my hopes up high coz he probably has a girlfriend so I frustratingly said "then I won't have a chance in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effa said "Stay positive...you're the exception, not the rule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will probably take a lot of time for me to believe that. Until I've found the guy of my dreams, I'm labelling myself "the rule". Or should I put myself through a lot of heartbreaks like Gigi did until I found my own Alex?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6823719333001313136?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6823719333001313136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6823719333001313136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6823719333001313136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6823719333001313136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s just NOT that into you'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-8995473992004483865</id><published>2009-02-26T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:44:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zimbabwe in Crisis!</title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed ONE's petition calling on the African Union to keep its promise to the new unity government of Zimbabwe and I hope you will too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.one.org/zimbabweandtheau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of years of poor governance in Zimbabwe are poverty and disease on a tragic scale demanding a global response. Public hospitals have been without running water for months, creating a petri dish for easily preventable killers such as cholera. More than 3,000 people have died in Africa's worst cholera epidemic in 19 years. Schools have been shut down because teachers can't be paid. The agricultural sector has collapsed, half the population requires emergency food aid, and humanitarian aid groups are struggling to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Zimbabwe has a new unity government, but in order for it to have any chance to tackle these problems, it is going to need the African Union to do everything in its power as guarantor of the new government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add your name to the petition and show the African Union that the world is watching what it does in Zimbabwe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.one.org/zimbabweandtheau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-8995473992004483865?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/8995473992004483865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=8995473992004483865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8995473992004483865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/8995473992004483865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/02/zimbabwe-in-crisis.html' title='Zimbabwe in Crisis!'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-655935127514792781</id><published>2009-02-24T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:49:18.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>619 tears</title><content type='html'>I was prepared for it but when the news came I was nothing but sad. Should people be prepared for sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure where the buckets of tears came from but as soon as it came, it did not stop. I kept on tearing up and when I saw nyai crying and have to be held by someone, the tears srart to stream down extremely fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a respected man; respected by many and loved by his family. I vaguely remember times when I was younger and my cousin and I will be playing at the void deck while he works on his carpentry in the back ground. He hollered for us to stop running, gaving us a warning that we might fall down. But we were kids, we didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As prayers were read and people who loved him gave him their last respect, I took my chance to plant one last kiss on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Yod Lanang, may Allah put you in a higher place with the people who had been loyal to Him. &lt;em&gt;Al-Fatehah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SaPsnGkROBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ap-YXaJmm00/s1600-h/DSCN1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SaPsnGkROBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ap-YXaJmm00/s320/DSCN1532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306344942494365714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right: Nyai with Yod Wedok and the late Yod Lanang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-655935127514792781?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/655935127514792781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=655935127514792781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/655935127514792781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/655935127514792781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/02/619-tears.html' title='619 tears'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SaPsnGkROBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ap-YXaJmm00/s72-c/DSCN1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-4115480253537107459</id><published>2009-02-22T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:29:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colours</title><content type='html'>I have to start believing in myself more than anypne else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I had a day out yesterday. We had lunch at Pastamania and headed to Minds Cafe after. We played a game called 'True Colours'...a game where if you looked on the positive side gives you an opportunity to know more about your friends and yourself..or maybe more towards what your friends think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance I found out that my friends could depend on me if a life-threatening situation occurs and they believe that I could make a good sales person/director. The latter has always been a little hard for me to beleive in. I have never believed myself to be someone who could sell so the girls told me that I should trust in myself more than everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well myabe I should...i'll gradually will. I need some time to discover myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-4115480253537107459?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/4115480253537107459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=4115480253537107459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4115480253537107459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/4115480253537107459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-colours.html' title='True Colours'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7073006864740762731</id><published>2009-02-16T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:31:35.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I lost weight???</title><content type='html'>That's the real question. After three weeks of exercising and eating right/less, I'm 1.5kg lighter and my uncle who visited on Friday said I looked slimmer...well I dont feel slimmer but I do feel lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5kg down, 6.5kg more to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning Spanish for quite a while now and I think I should buck up! Like seriously. I've been forgetting words and I shdould practicing making sentences by now!!! Tsk Tsk Tsk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7073006864740762731?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7073006864740762731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7073006864740762731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7073006864740762731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7073006864740762731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-i-lost-weight.html' title='Have I lost weight???'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-1183151388680461466</id><published>2009-02-10T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:49:58.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things get tough</title><content type='html'>When things get tough, do you push yourself to be stronger or do you crumble under the test of pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unexpected and we all didn't see it coming. One of my colleagues got the axe and he have to leave immediately. A teller from the main branch was told to leave on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such hard times and such ungraceful-ness. There are no such thing as chances, they are hard to come by. Nothing is safe...everything is at stake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-1183151388680461466?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/1183151388680461466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=1183151388680461466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1183151388680461466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/1183151388680461466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-things-get-tough.html' title='When things get tough'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-7478842126792735151</id><published>2009-02-09T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:39:02.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The very short getaway</title><content type='html'>I dunno why but i suddenly had the urge to run away to Sentosa for a while. I was thinking, the sun, the sand and the beach...so that's where Yanping and I end up at yesterday. We met up at 33oPM and made our way to Palawan beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid out a mat, took out the sandwich and the potato salad that I made and we sat, talk and eat. A simple getaway. Then we walked to Ben &amp; Jerry's as Siloso beach before we head for the Luge ride. The last item in our plan was Song of the Sea which is totally bleh! Nothing was good except the waterworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNufKm8II/AAAAAAAAAVU/cGAVQrii2eE/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822222450389122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNufKm8II/AAAAAAAAAVU/cGAVQrii2eE/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNuZpMw2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JAlNm5EqfM8/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822220968084322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNuZpMw2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JAlNm5EqfM8/s320/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNuKwy5jI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TPF3Q5irAXQ/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822216973411890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNuKwy5jI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TPF3Q5irAXQ/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNt_AVADI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Vlf0k4RqiKs/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822213817335858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNt_AVADI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Vlf0k4RqiKs/s320/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNtqdw9jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CmTvoWlnwV8/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822208303658546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNtqdw9jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CmTvoWlnwV8/s320/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-7478842126792735151?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/7478842126792735151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=7478842126792735151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7478842126792735151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/7478842126792735151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-short-getaway.html' title='The very short getaway'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SZBNufKm8II/AAAAAAAAAVU/cGAVQrii2eE/s72-c/DSC00425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11115718.post-6127747670436697426</id><published>2009-02-08T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:14:45.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All over the world...</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to do this post for quite a while and I finally have time to upload the pictures and type a few things about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two places in my house that I really love is the shelf in my room and the fridge in the kitchen. These two points holds memories from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gwj6UrWI/AAAAAAAAATU/0sMuXViEmSA/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300251611549183330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gwj6UrWI/AAAAAAAAATU/0sMuXViEmSA/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is in my room. It's mostly souvenirs from some parts of the world given to my sister and me from our friends and some are bought by yours sincerely and her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gwj-emMI/AAAAAAAAATc/eHU1qcyczk4/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300251611566610626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gwj-emMI/AAAAAAAAATc/eHU1qcyczk4/s320/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two globes are my favourite. The one on the left is from Turkey and inside the globe is Hagia Sofia. The one on the right was bought from Dubai Airport while we were on transit. Behind the Turkey globe is an acryllic mug bought fro Dubai. If you see carefully, there is something in the mug and it's a very small ball that Effa bought also from Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5JI2Zdt1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/8ZMe9fFlgMQ/s1600-h/DSC00392(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300254227851753298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5JI2Zdt1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/8ZMe9fFlgMQ/s320/DSC00392(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very small bowl that Effa bought when we were at the pottery place in Capadoccia. Very purple. And the handphone chain is from Vietnam given to me from one of my colleagues. The small handheld paper fan was from Effa's friends and it's from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gxe4eQbI/AAAAAAAAATs/RuQisQWR32k/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300251627379114418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gxe4eQbI/AAAAAAAAATs/RuQisQWR32k/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass thingy is from Pulau Redang. It has coloured sands and a fish was painted on the bottle. Look carefully and youll see two Eiffel Tower. It's a keychain, one from our neighbour and one from Effa's friend, given to us when they came back from Paris. The pretty painted dolls on the pin is from Rachel. She mailed it to me when she came back from Poland...Rachel if you are reading this, correct me if I'm wrong. I couldnt remember if it's from Holland, Poland or Scotland. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HuTSUDYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EuQhyVQe7DM/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252672238292354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HuTSUDYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EuQhyVQe7DM/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is very cute. Effa got it from her friend who visited Barcelona and she actually catched a match...a mega match I have to add between Barcelona and Real Madrid and Nou Camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gxkd2llI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3aHmdurENEM/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300251628878075474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gxkd2llI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3aHmdurENEM/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most colourful refrigerator I've ever set eyes on. Magnets from all over the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Hh6gfnFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Jm83ho8tmmc/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252459428453458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Hh6gfnFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Jm83ho8tmmc/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where magnets from Turkey are place. The most below one, the slipper, is from Ephesus, the one on top is also from Ephesus but it's a general Turkey landscape. The white wooden clog is from Holland, given by one of my colleagues when she came back from Europe. On the right hand side of the clog are tile magnets from Turkey, then a magnet from Dubai and below is from Phuket, bought about 3-4 years ago when I visited there with my poly mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Hh_n9tRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8cZXstTk2Bc/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252460801963282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Hh_n9tRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8cZXstTk2Bc/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Istanbul magnets and the top left hand corner. That's the Blue Mosque. Beside it is from Hong Kong and so is the one below it, from my colleague. The one on the below right hand is from Malacca. My mum was the one who prolly bought it. So is the one beside Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HiKO77BI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MXVD2tb2jMQ/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252463649778706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HiKO77BI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MXVD2tb2jMQ/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...more Turkey magnet. That would be thw white one which I bought in Capadoccia when we visited the Goreme Open Air Museum. The one on the left of it is from London, maybe from my aunt and the one below London is from Vietnam, from my colleague. It's so cute!. Then on the top right hand is a picture of Putrajaya in Malaysia, dunno who it's from and the one below is from Rachel when she went to Poland. It's a statue in Warsaw...am I right Rachel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HiVO32-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_r5r8SFQ3QM/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252466602302434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HiVO32-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_r5r8SFQ3QM/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below left hand corner is from Pulau Redang, then you see another one from Dubai. The one on top of Dubai is from Costa Rica which was from my penpal and then one more from Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HiszczvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aDrbytv_ABE/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252472929734386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5HiszczvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aDrbytv_ABE/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's three lonesome magnets, from Colmar Tropicale in Malaysia, another magnet from Pulau Redang and the one on top of it is from New Zealand, from my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan now is to collect more souvenirs and more magnets and fill the shelf and refrigerator with things from all over the world...pass 'em my way people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11115718-6127747670436697426?l=dila-aimar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/feeds/6127747670436697426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11115718&amp;postID=6127747670436697426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6127747670436697426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11115718/posts/default/6127747670436697426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dila-aimar.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-over-world.html' title='All over the world...'/><author><name>DilaAimar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2i2se_xtu4/SY5Gwj6UrWI/AAAAAAAAATU/0sMuXViEmSA/s72-c/DSC00390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
