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/&gt;first two days were giveaways. &lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought my easy days were over it got easier :)&lt;br /&gt;and then school week 1 was done with. &lt;br /&gt;clap clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamp one and orchard ion. i never thought two ppl could talk so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: i owe fred 7 bux for betting on sth i didnt quite get. haaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to convince my 'clique' that we have to fill our uni lives with grass patch moments. we have to sit around on grass patches and laugh and laugh and err laugh. hahahah. but they dont quite like the idea i think. :( LOL. &lt;br /&gt;and then i wondered out loud to em, hey, it's our first day, where are the bullies?&lt;br /&gt;and my awesome aunt called me in the middle of class to kacau me. hahahah. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group intimidating and group need-friends are the groups i look out for.&lt;br /&gt;group intimidating swaggers into the cafeteria almost in slow mo and i can almost hear group need-friends call out to me. how lizzie mcguire can i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend sleepovers are awezome plus the unexpected family gathering which i imagined as a nice cosy get together.. i went to mcdonalds with 13 of my family members at 1 in the morning. that's my mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;read psych notes, comm notes, download song, charge ipod, BEDDY BED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bangs, my childhood&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7966216555713874941?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7966216555713874941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7966216555713874941' title='0 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blog's almost illegible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum fell asleep with the remote control pointed to her head. i think she was trying to switch the channel of her dream.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD have GIVEn ANYTHING TO WATCH MATTHEW JAMES THOMAS AS DORIAN GRAY AT LEICESTER SQUARE THEATRE, LONDON. &lt;br /&gt;:(past tense): &lt;br /&gt;:,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-orbituary-&lt;br /&gt;Nokia N81 passed away on 23rd August 2009.&lt;br /&gt;you were a good friend and phone. i will always love you. i owe you my allegiance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i told my sister in the most dramatic way possible. "my phone.... it's like..... it's like.. me.... i died!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis is happy she doesnt need to hear all my music anymore. i feel so lost right now..... HAHAH. ok no. but my phone was AWESOME. i only just realized how much i use it. not to text or call but to play music. i play music on my phone when... i'm in the shower (serious), i'm on the bus (favourite time), i'm walking, i'm doing work, i'm alone in the room. zomg. come back n81 come back!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;# fuzzed up heart&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1175467689664708665?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1175467689664708665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1175467689664708665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1175467689664708665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1175467689664708665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/08/enkindled.html' title='Enkindled'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-6449553156753247291</id><published>2009-08-27T18:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:27:26.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sublime Lethargy</title><content type='html'>-Sublime Lethargy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtains are apart so i see lightning and hear thunder. To me, they connotate gloom, war, bombings and anything melancholy.. i get scared at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago i woke up ready to die. a jet was flying past the house and it made a sound so loud i was dead sure it was gonna drop a bomb just like in my dreams. haha. deluded much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning for the past week i get woken up by drillings less than one metre horizontally away from my head at 9 sharp. no need for alarms nemore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having more and more harry dreams lately. one of which i was in the movie without even knowing it. hmmkay..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mjt&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6449553156753247291?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6449553156753247291/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-1058027723715131156</id><published>2009-08-18T21:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:08:26.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lies lies lies</title><content type='html'>-lies lies lies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in kindergarten, i told my classmates i had a pet whale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1058027723715131156?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1058027723715131156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1058027723715131156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;-red leather jacket from bershka&lt;br /&gt;-red tube top with gold studs from bershka&lt;br /&gt;-long green hoodie from uniqlo&lt;br /&gt;-long white printed top from new look&lt;br /&gt;-long neon pink top from new look&lt;br /&gt;-studded leather jacket from zara (rmb, i'm filthy rich and i can have a ridiculous amount of leather jackets if i want.)&lt;br /&gt;-notebook from paperchase&lt;br /&gt;-shorts from cotton on (although, since i'm filthy rich i should go hunt for one that's way more expensive)&lt;br /&gt;-high waisted skirt&lt;br /&gt;-black skinnies&lt;br /&gt;-awesome shoes&lt;br /&gt;-a few bags&lt;br /&gt;hmmkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's have some fun this beat is sick.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7337725049142259554?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-1221780822023018174</id><published>2009-08-16T02:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:19:26.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amuse me enemy.</title><content type='html'>-AMUSE ME ENEMY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook's being a bitch so i resort to blogger for its companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family's full of oddities. Mine, yours, everyone's. Got told off for saying stuff i dont mean. i apologize.&lt;br /&gt;i will not say things i dont mean&lt;br /&gt;i will not say things i dont mean&lt;br /&gt;i will not say things i dont mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but permit me to tell a white lie and feel like shit about it somehow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some white kids skate up a hill at orchard. the amount of stamina u need for that. i was damn impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE music that makes guys nod their heads in slow mo and think they're oh so cool. cos they're bloody well not. hawpuiegfawg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to pink's funhouse. tune made me wanna boogie first time i heard it. bound to be a favourite.&lt;br /&gt;this used to be a funhouse, but now it's full of evil clowns =D&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1221780822023018174?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1221780822023018174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1221780822023018174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1221780822023018174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1221780822023018174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/08/amuse-me-enemy.html' title='amuse me enemy.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-4141328287080772870</id><published>2009-08-07T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:40:30.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Moon</title><content type='html'>yayyyyyy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4141328287080772870?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4141328287080772870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4141328287080772870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4141328287080772870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4141328287080772870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-moon.html' title='Hey Moon'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-7053712706576518828</id><published>2009-08-06T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:30:01.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings</title><content type='html'>i would like to raise a toast. to my new blogskin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do&lt;br /&gt;-print timetable and booklist&lt;br /&gt;-draw out a proper timetable with only the modules i'm taking&lt;br /&gt;-look for textbooks at cheaper price.. (before 17th august)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;university life or what.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7053712706576518828?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7053712706576518828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7053712706576518828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7053712706576518828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7053712706576518828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-beginnings.html' title='new beginnings'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-7035605902723318492</id><published>2009-07-01T18:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:30:11.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane Excitement</title><content type='html'>India was amazing. Gonna type out my daily journal here whenever i feel like it. Now what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7035605902723318492?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7035605902723318492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7035605902723318492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7035605902723318492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7035605902723318492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/07/mundane-excitement.html' title='Mundane Excitement'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-6147521435533238920</id><published>2009-05-29T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:40:45.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will somehow cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our greatest fears and our wildest hopes. But one thing is certain, when they finally reveal themselves, the future is never the way we imagined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is plain awesome scriptwriting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6147521435533238920?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6147521435533238920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6147521435533238920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6147521435533238920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6147521435533238920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/05/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-3396373039727548652</id><published>2009-05-29T17:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:32:39.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the kids come out to play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SiAUMYuHaLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rshUIbp7lmc/s1600-h/Image2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SiAUMYuHaLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rshUIbp7lmc/s320/Image2402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341291361088268466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye World!&lt;br /&gt;when robert pattinson says i'm in love, i'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;when robert pattinson says i'll wrap you in my arms, my heart dissolves midway. &lt;br /&gt;hahah. he's pretty powerful huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i despise malfunctioning headphones which only work on one side because when i listen to music, i would like to tune out the whole world. not just half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or do the lighter coloured m&amp;ms peanut taste wayyyyyyyyyyyy better? &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 THE YELLOW ONES WITH ALL MY MIGHT. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro said when mas selamat gets handed back to singapore he should undergo a few rounds of punishment. round 1, eat rojak at geylang. round 2, go on the singapore flyer. round 3, jump into the white tiger enclosure. round 4, dress up as an mp and give a talk.. hahah. i wanna get into the heads of terrorists. i wanna know why. why people think resorting to violence would help. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutest thing i've ever heard a little ang moh say, "did you know, the moon was made of cheese!!!" hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i should learn from the person who does not give up or the person who moves on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss things the way they are now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a cat, i want a cat, i want a cat. i know what's missing. a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3396373039727548652?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3396373039727548652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3396373039727548652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3396373039727548652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3396373039727548652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-come-out-to-play.html' title='the kids come out to play.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SiAUMYuHaLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rshUIbp7lmc/s72-c/Image2402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-6855689938737106245</id><published>2009-05-03T15:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:42:36.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not complicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sf3JMYq_aKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4dOLC3dMrkc/s1600-h/DSCF1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331638748494915746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sf3JMYq_aKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4dOLC3dMrkc/s320/DSCF1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i had a choice, i'd pick being naive for eternity. yes, i'd rather not &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiosity kills the cat and nothing's what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 my family and some awesome people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6855689938737106245?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6855689938737106245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6855689938737106245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6855689938737106245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6855689938737106245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s not complicated.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sf3JMYq_aKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4dOLC3dMrkc/s72-c/DSCF1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-9202237920251407420</id><published>2009-04-30T17:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:29:47.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>none the wiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SfntvRFybRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cwHoG7C_BB0/s1600-h/Image1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330553030267006226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SfntvRFybRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cwHoG7C_BB0/s320/Image1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; costume shops are the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abang: gi makan kat qi ji (key gee) ar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i: it's (doing a jia xuan), qiiiii jiiiiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abang: key gee key gee ya ya da da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, the company i work for had a self proclaimed half day. all the workers went to watch a movie. HAHAH. work is epic can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abang: u know what eric bana's brother's name is?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i: *raises eyebrows*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abang: eric banana!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i: -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realized i am afraid of A LOT of things. tsk. i'm a scaredy cat :( scaredy scaredy catttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sis and i went shopping at illuma today. been looooong. we spent an entire david- archuleta's-album-amount-of-time at a clothes store. gahahahah. his songs are niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. shopkeepers and other customers alike watched as i skipped around going " TELLL MEEE WHYYYYYYYYY" and then "ONLLYYY MEEE ONLYYY YOUUU ANDD THEE BAAAANNNDDDDD" and then "COS IT'S A CHANCE WE'VE GOTTAAA TAKEEEEEEEEEE!!!" and then "TOOOO MANY BARRIEEERRRSSSSS!" ahahahahah. my sister was like " calm down dayana, calm down...." HEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my earphones are being a bitch! gonna need new ones soon. =( i feel like a earphone betrayer. earphone whore. hahah. i change earphones so often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've picked up a book to read so my brain does not decay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the crimes, follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother's wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women."- Lemony Snicket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;listing out things that i've done that i love and places that i've been to makes me loooovveeeeee life. heeeh. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;punch punch punch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-9202237920251407420?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/9202237920251407420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=9202237920251407420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9202237920251407420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9202237920251407420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/none-wiser.html' title='none the wiser'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SfntvRFybRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cwHoG7C_BB0/s72-c/Image1440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-8039842837072192540</id><published>2009-04-29T10:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:05:22.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sfgl8uksPdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tE8qC8OquUo/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330051884217286098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sfgl8uksPdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tE8qC8OquUo/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i listen to What She Came For on my phone, i have a strong urge to headbang and hop around like nobody's watching. :S dangerous yo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deleted 1035 msgs on my phone. It's like therapy to me. hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to write about 5 positive events everyday but errr.... i'll start when it happens? hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was supposed to work today. and then go to a chingay meeting. i woke up in the morning and got told no work for me today if i want.. felt happy cos i'd have time to laze around at home and catch up with some sleeeeeeep. and then in the afternoon khai texted me to say that chingay meeting's been cancellleedddddd. right. the free-est day of my life. a bit of warning would have been nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i think of rhymes, i think, dr seuss. fathiah thinks of 50 cent.. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;questions that need answering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-8039842837072192540?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/8039842837072192540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=8039842837072192540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8039842837072192540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8039842837072192540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sfgl8uksPdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tE8qC8OquUo/s72-c/DSC00656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-8569220253653371569</id><published>2009-04-27T14:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:52:43.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark and Twisty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SfXGFpKz_SI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ywVx6Z35rjk/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329383534315699490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SfXGFpKz_SI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ywVx6Z35rjk/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SfXC1VKYzFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zB4qxpKRGOM/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;I just realized on the 23rd of April 2009 that i'm stupid beyond stupid. I guess lots and lots of people can tell me now that they've told me so. I'm pretty irrational, i don't use my brain enough. TSK. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so on this i-want-to-punch-someone-day, this dood came to sit in front of me in a bus and started scratching places where u dont want to see be scratched. WHAT THE HELL MANNNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my thoughts at that very moment: I WANT TO CRY I WANT TO CRY I WANT TO CRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he scratched throughout the whole journey. i kept trying to convince myself that i was imagining this. BUT WHY ON EARTH WOULD I WANT TO IMAGINE THAT? and then he goes and put his hand IN HIS PANTS. i wanted the bus to swallow me up so bad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother ran over a cat once. He felt the impact on his front tyre and then the back. He watched it flip like a dying fish from his mirror for 5 seconds and get back up to walk stealthily like the screen just flashed Game Over and it chose the Play Again button. hahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayana Noor like this (y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered fried rice at an indian stall and i went to sit at my table at 5oclock (direction). A while later, i saw that it was ready and i smiled at the vendor to signal that i was coming. He was preparing my utensils when i stood 9oclock from him. He turned to head towards my table and froze when he saw i wasnt there. He was shocked to see me behind him. hahah.... i love it when humans make me feel like a vampire. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought a hoody to my flea market on sunday and lost it in a pile of clothes we were selling for $1 a piece. see what i mean by stupid? my awesome team mates found it at the end of the day tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go on an empty bus ride to nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&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;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/7363451-8569220253653371569?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/8569220253653371569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=8569220253653371569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8569220253653371569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8569220253653371569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dark-and-twisty.html' title='Dark and Twisty'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SfXGFpKz_SI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ywVx6Z35rjk/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2972515498870559970</id><published>2009-04-19T19:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:54:48.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Facades</title><content type='html'>i dont wanna be emo.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be emo.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;excuse me, the train leaves in a few seconds, not the escalator. pfft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2972515498870559970?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2972515498870559970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2972515498870559970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2972515498870559970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2972515498870559970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/fake-facades.html' title='Fake Facades'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-166544632173762666</id><published>2009-04-14T16:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:30:01.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away on my zephyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeS5TeqhRcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/U8CY0xedaUg/s1600-h/DSC03558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324584403758826946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeS5TeqhRcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/U8CY0xedaUg/s320/DSC03558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am i trying to kid? I'm never gonna be able to forget meeting david. Listening to his songs gives me a serious dose of adrenaline rush. hahah! however cheesy, corny or typical they are, you must admit, every word he sings is true true true! so shut up! hahaha. i saw myself on david's exclusive interview on okto live or whatever. front row singing along to a thousand miles. HAHAH. yay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day in the life of dayana at work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to lunch, my brother slowed down his car to let a lorry we'd passed catch up as he exclaimed, " eh tengok!! company ni nya website cool skali!! tengok lorry kat sebelah!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.                                            .com.sg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah........ the sticker came off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another day in the life of dayana at work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i helped my brother bring stuff down to his car for delivery. when we reached the vehicle, he realized he left his car keys in the office. not the first time. i went up to get it n then he went off to deliver. sis n i went to get ourselves drinks at the canteen. when we came back to the office, bro called sis n said he's reached where he's supposed to deliver but he cant find the invoice file. i remembered seeing him put it on his car but i was like. no way...... hahs. sis n i went down to check. we went all the way out to the side road and there it was, a trail of invoices n the file at the end of the trail n a cheque n a design disc in the middle of the road. it was all over the place!!. yeap, he drove off with the file on top of his car. if i didnt succeed in managing my laughing fits that well, i would have prolly got hit by a car. when bro came back to the office to get the lenyek-ed invoices i gave him a standing ovation. (y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudblood =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hereby proclaim myself a fruitarian and i do not stand alone. welcome to fruitsville population TWO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-166544632173762666?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/166544632173762666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=166544632173762666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/166544632173762666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/166544632173762666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-away-on-my-zephyr.html' title='fly away on my zephyr'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeS5TeqhRcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/U8CY0xedaUg/s72-c/DSC03558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-5518328508740906219</id><published>2009-04-12T13:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:40:44.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomprehensible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a cab yesterday when the driver started singing his heart out to no music. Flabbergasted, i wondered if i should be scared or if i should just appreciate his ethnicity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild wild wet was pretty fun. Lost my plaster in the lazy river and i found it when we went back there the 2nd time. hahah! and then... i almost fell asleep in the pool? :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut my finger yet again, put a plaster on and made it turn blue. I found it funny. :S&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeHiVOwo-AI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xFt4kF1Iloo/s1600-h/Image2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323785088895875074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeHiVOwo-AI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xFt4kF1Iloo/s320/Image2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently i look like some sarah silverman....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeHiU3-cXKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5pPyOe51o-M/s1600-h/sarahsil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323785082779753634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeHiU3-cXKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5pPyOe51o-M/s320/sarahsil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only just found out one of my mum's cousins is currently inhabiting my bro's room. He's been listening to all my karaoke parties and solo sing-a-long sessions. i think i should go... apologize? hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;danish pastries anyone? knk. rotflmao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&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/7363451-5518328508740906219?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/5518328508740906219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=5518328508740906219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5518328508740906219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5518328508740906219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/incomprehensible.html' title='Incomprehensible'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SeHiVOwo-AI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xFt4kF1Iloo/s72-c/Image2331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-6739366396566169109</id><published>2009-04-09T11:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:15:09.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy Flies</title><content type='html'>It's an awesome feeling when you check your bank account balance and you find the most money you've ever had. The amount increases when you check it again the next day. Then you deposit a bit more and your balance increases by about 10 times the amount you deposited. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all turns into a horror story when you're supposed to take note of where the money is coming from and who has paid up and who hasn't! Argh. I have 6 pages of accounting in my notebook all thanks to operation vanakam. Romba Nandri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my phone. Out of all the 299 songs, it HAS to play david back to back even on shuffle! stop it seh! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on a bench in heartland mall all by myself for about two hours today. At one point, i actually burst out laughing because of a picture in my phone. Yay, i'm a loon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! I saw Gok Wan walking down the street. singing doo da dee da dee dee dum dee dee doo. hahaha. The dood looked exactly like him ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few times I tried opening a bottle of water have resulted in deep nail marks, scratches and blisters. haha. Wakau!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sd3kUABfKOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wdZISog1-JU/s1600-h/Image2327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322661366876547298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sd3kUABfKOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wdZISog1-JU/s320/Image2327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all make life harder for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6739366396566169109?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6739366396566169109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6739366396566169109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6739366396566169109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6739366396566169109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dizzy-flies.html' title='Dizzy Flies'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sd3kUABfKOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wdZISog1-JU/s72-c/Image2327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2670540165734322568</id><published>2009-04-07T15:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:25:27.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Folkin' Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdtsNnPKWwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fGUU0F4GhDE/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321966365795048194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdtsNnPKWwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fGUU0F4GhDE/s320/DSC01882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;then life goes back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2670540165734322568?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2670540165734322568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2670540165734322568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2670540165734322568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2670540165734322568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/folkin-around.html' title='Folkin&apos; Around'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdtsNnPKWwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fGUU0F4GhDE/s72-c/DSC01882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-4844429904382311482</id><published>2009-04-02T17:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:20:46.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdUBcQD4SXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I9GiuTxkj-Q/s1600-h/Image2288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320160119667313010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdUBcQD4SXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I9GiuTxkj-Q/s320/Image2288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Anatomy Season 5 is waiting for me. and Midnight Sun. nyaaaahahahahahahahahah. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think 31st of march 2009 was as good as life gets.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afternoon-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me to walk right into a puddle of mud before my first driving session. I praid to god the instructor would let me in his car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so it went pretty fine. except for the panic episode at the start when i realized i couldnt really decipher what he was saying half the time :S he made me drive forward then reverse again and again at this ulu road. twas quite fun. heh. but the left leg forever on the clutch part is pretty tiring. zzz. hate manual. the epic part was.... i had reversed about 20 times before realizing there were the side mirrors for me to look at. i kept wondering how my instructor knew when i had to turn the wheel to the left then to the right then to the left. hahahahaha. zomg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows my dad and he keeps asking about that side of my family. when he realized i knew nuts about them, he said "tu darah daging awak tau. mesti tau"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suck. :( i should know my paternal family. they are a part of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;evening-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello is this dayana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgomgomgomgomg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no this is not god... HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. monday. i really dunno howwhatwhenwherewhy. i know who tho. heeeeeeehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;night-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hougang mall, gelare with mum and kakak. got myself a top and cardigan from cotton on. yesssa. hahahah. the top that i've always deemed to be nice :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we reached home, we played a game of monopoly and were literally rotfl. so much. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm on cloud nine. i'm in a daze. really. i cant wait to come back to earth. pull me down already. but wait till monday's over. no. give me till wednesday. and then there's not much time left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you're eating breakfast while reading this. hoho! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4844429904382311482?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4844429904382311482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4844429904382311482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4844429904382311482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4844429904382311482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/04/much-too-much.html' title='Much Too Much'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdUBcQD4SXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I9GiuTxkj-Q/s72-c/Image2288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-3150739911875963879</id><published>2009-03-31T03:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:10:39.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdGVy7T8szI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iUPUNlBzuYU/s1600-h/DSC03075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319197337048625970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdGVy7T8szI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iUPUNlBzuYU/s320/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -----&gt; i rmb jx used to say the way i hold my phone when i'm texting is coooooool. hahahahaha. kay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischief managed. i think i've said that a million times in this blog. lol. but yeah. mischief managed! heeeheeeheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is hectic but what's life without hectic eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to choose one word to label friday the 27th of march, i'd pick, RANDOM. hahaha. and i like random :))))) good tastess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used the whole night before to show fathiah my life story from how i was a mak enon to how i have extremely extremely awesome friends and family =) to how i used to dance and dance and dance. ouh and, dance. hahah. i'm sorry if i nearly bored u to death. lol. but i'm very sure u were entertained by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look at that, they are nothing...." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was an epic family day :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas awesome when the aunties were playing carrom and the cousins played monopoly. my family's so cute. haaahaaa.... fawaz was having a blonde blonde day and he said he was giving me a break. lol. and then it was time to save gaia so the cousins had a candlelight dinner :D:D:D:D:D:D:D while the aunties chatted on the swing. ahahaha. we moved in groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1: Youngest, youngest, youngest, youngest, 4 youngest ones from 4 families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F2: I'm the king of the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What country is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1: Youngistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahahaha. half our conversations didnt make sense.. but i like it like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss calls me a slacker and my colleague said i'm such a kid. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3150739911875963879?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3150739911875963879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3150739911875963879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3150739911875963879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3150739911875963879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/03/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SdGVy7T8szI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iUPUNlBzuYU/s72-c/DSC03075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-5986731912707658245</id><published>2009-03-20T13:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:20:52.593Z</updated><title type='text'>insomnianianiania</title><content type='html'>We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And some people still wonder why some are afraid when they are told they are loved. -anon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah! zomg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went to bed at 5 in the morn and i woke up when my alarm rang for 1 second at 9.30 in the morn. how light of a sleeper have i become? when i go to bed at 7 i wake up at 9, when i go to bed at 12-ish, i wake up at 4am, 5am, 6am, 7am, 9am, finally drag myself out at 12pm... i look like i've been punched in the face :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear to god i looked like a zombie today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dialed my maid's number on my phone n held it against my ear for 10 whole seconds before realizing i havent pressed the dial button and it was completely silent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;never before heard footage; my MUM said, "You look so tired..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess i do look like a wreck huh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YEP meeting was fun :) met sabby at ws and went back to hers and hung out with awesome people. hahah. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm all knocked out but i'm contented with life. i had an &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; weekend. did you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-dynaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-5986731912707658245?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/5986731912707658245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=5986731912707658245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5986731912707658245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5986731912707658245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/03/insomnianianiania.html' title='insomnianianiania'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1142615059381913998</id><published>2009-03-17T14:29:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:31:53.788Z</updated><title type='text'>kadayanallur street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sb_nHlpwuXI/AAAAAAAAATw/d3q94dlKDoo/s1600-h/bagginz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314220202872846706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sb_nHlpwuXI/AAAAAAAAATw/d3q94dlKDoo/s320/bagginz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a sleepover at sabby's last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;on my way there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to walk through the park toward's sabby's house. It was dark, around 9 at night. I saw three cryptic creatures lurking around in the bushes. They started spreading out like they were going to surround me as I plucked up my courage to keep walking. Thinking happy thoughts, i conjured a patronus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course in the real world, the creatures were 3 banglas and my patronus came in the form of a chinese boy whom i followed, sorta stalked, all the way through the park. hahah! that was scary yall. my knees began to shake but thanks manjan. i owe u my allegiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: sleepover was awesome. me and sabby faked our sleepover pics. but we showed our true blue geekiness, playing mastermind and upwords. hahah. i like how the whole house gets up to pray in the morn :) i noticed they were trying to stuff me with all the food in the world, like hansel. hahah! kidding. best part, abitroni woke me up in the middle of the night and asked if i'd seen a transparent pillow. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. she searched her bed for it and went back to sleep after telling me she was talking nonsense. u'll never hear the end of it sabby. i'm sorry but. CLASSIC (Y).&lt;br /&gt;whose house next? hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in my own fairy tale(s). is it too late to convince myself otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the raleigh induction camp i told my group mates that i panic when i go without music for too long. i was merely exaggerating. or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;case scenario: my ears kinda itch n mind's definitely not at ease. close to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how we form imaginations from memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them stories =)&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1142615059381913998?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1142615059381913998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1142615059381913998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1142615059381913998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1142615059381913998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/03/kadayanallur-street.html' title='kadayanallur street'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sb_nHlpwuXI/AAAAAAAAATw/d3q94dlKDoo/s72-c/bagginz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-3468442004719321605</id><published>2009-03-10T17:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:18:29.384Z</updated><title type='text'>invisible flames.</title><content type='html'>Spontaneous H Combustion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5, at the back of his hand&lt;br /&gt;It's like he gets punched in the guts everyday&lt;br /&gt;His heart dissolves&lt;br /&gt;Midway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made him do things he would never have done.&lt;br /&gt;Thought he could forget her&lt;br /&gt;But did he imagine the past&lt;br /&gt;Or the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obliviously overthinking the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;As his mind slowly deteriorates.&lt;br /&gt;No one knew about it&lt;br /&gt;Not even his mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things he did for her even without request&lt;br /&gt;He might as well give in, give up, stop giving.&lt;br /&gt;She didnt even realize&lt;br /&gt;He was living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3468442004719321605?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3468442004719321605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3468442004719321605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3468442004719321605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3468442004719321605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/03/invisible-flames.html' title='invisible flames.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-7266726990266817357</id><published>2009-03-04T13:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:08:04.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Imaginations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sa6KsY3rmJI/AAAAAAAAATo/mn_MFDh92-8/s1600-h/1_889663373l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333505911265426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sa6KsY3rmJI/AAAAAAAAATo/mn_MFDh92-8/s320/1_889663373l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kitty bee =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how it works now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i say whale. I asked my sister wasal and told her kovan cc activities are broring. hahah. n those were only two of the pelat things i said.. and then like as tho i'm not sewel enough dr shariffa moved my teeth like furniture. haha. i am in pain yall i am in pain..... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum forgot to wear her watch one day and this was her remark&lt;br /&gt;"mummy tengok tangan mummy, mummy terperanjat. macam roti perancis"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;k. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE how what comes out of a headphone is mega personal. it fills your head and only yours. your favourite music, just for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7266726990266817357?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7266726990266817357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7266726990266817357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7266726990266817357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7266726990266817357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/03/imaginations.html' title='Imaginations.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Sa6KsY3rmJI/AAAAAAAAATo/mn_MFDh92-8/s72-c/1_889663373l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-6964500787083706629</id><published>2009-02-26T13:26:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:12:00.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Suhweeeettah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SawsuyOTZaI/AAAAAAAAATg/QTWw1BklF28/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308667243030341026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SawsuyOTZaI/AAAAAAAAATg/QTWw1BklF28/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still want that dress.. aha. but zara and pull and bear are heartbreaking. fathiah and i need lots and lots of 60 dollars man.... hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my mum caters for a wedding, she'll bring the whole family like an ambush. hahaha. we become more like wedding crashers than caterers. i remember there was one wedding, when the bhangra came with the bride and groom and there we were, in front of them unable to stop ourselves from dancing. and then there we were still dancing by the side when the bride and groom were already on stage and the bhangra was finishing up. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we're cleaning up at the end of the day, with hands full of basins and buffet items , we'll still be dancing to whatever music there is. that's what i like about my family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dreamt once about me calling off my own wedding and my 5 year old self was present. i wrote that here. recently, i dreamt of me calling off my own wedding AGAIN. (the groom was a different guy) both grooms were people i would never ever marry btw. but yeah. WTF.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know how we were saying u'd see it in ur head if it's gonna happen fathiah? yeah. i obviously dont see it. haha. i think i'm like secretly the runaway bride.. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep down i believed my grandma :( ahahahaha. ok. stupid topic. matrimony probability. ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm rather gracefully ungraceful dont u think? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i see hostile faces, i zone out. so dont botherrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this day quite some time ago when one of my friends went out of the way to meet me somewhere. When i saw my friend's face, i was gonna burst out with all the emotions in the world but i refrained and till today, i regret that decision. i hope my friend saw the emotions on my face. tho i despise hoping. there IS harm in it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dropped my phone in front of the world today. it divided into 3; front, sim card and back. n the whole world went, OUH.... :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vampire vampire vampire slap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh. fathiah's gonna imprint on my son. HAHAHAHAHA. cos if she doesnt she needs to be reminded that i know her dirty little secrets. rahhhh... i love my fang yo. pity it's singular :( lol. ok tah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6964500787083706629?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6964500787083706629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6964500787083706629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6964500787083706629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6964500787083706629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/02/suhweeeettah.html' title='Suhweeeettah'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SawsuyOTZaI/AAAAAAAAATg/QTWw1BklF28/s72-c/IMG_0846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-4586823330095483988</id><published>2009-02-25T16:56:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:11:48.612Z</updated><title type='text'>potato potatoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SaZjN_JjkII/AAAAAAAAATY/GCL9w2-lZjo/s1600-h/n587000995_935552_6822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307038302843670658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SaZjN_JjkII/AAAAAAAAATY/GCL9w2-lZjo/s320/n587000995_935552_6822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you were young..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutley adore robert pattinson's facial expressions during interviews. :S haha. *Swoooooooooons* aliwhebfalihwbe but he was so weird at the oscars. prolly cos bella wasnt there. haha. k whatever dyna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to congratulate abitroni. she finished her exams :) hahah. GO ENJOY QUICK!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deposited a lot into the bank of sarcasm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro was searching up and down in the office for his laptop charger. i saw a row of plugs plugged in and asked, is it there? yeah it was.... bro went like "u're smart ah..."&lt;br /&gt;"i'm smart enough to know you can be that stupid sometimes." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro and i were singing along to james blunt's song. sis asked. are u two trying to harmonize??&lt;br /&gt;"i'm harmonizing, i don't know what abang is doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achan wants to keep a boiler in his room so he can make hot drinks... i mumbled, pemalas. achan said, i heard that.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, it was MEANT for you to hear..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's in the blood man. i can't avoid it. stay tuned for many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i've been putting off alotta things lately ever since a lot more joined the pile. i have to submit a tshirt design by today, i have to raise $2,500 by the end of april, i have to get a visa and more vaccinations (*faints*), i've started working with abang :) need the money and me at home = not productive at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was fun :) they got only half the number of people they needed but we're all pretty awesome. haha. we were put into groups of abt 10. my group facilitator's my interviewer. i never would have guessed he's a doctor. we all got to know each other really quick. it was like, oy no time, must be best friends now! hahah. one's a teacher at AJC (kunli), one works with suria(yatie), one works at a media company doing sound mixing stuff(ziling a.k.a benjamin), one works at a bank (melanie), ok i'm not gonna list out all of em. ( emily, pauline, kai jie, janice and gabriel who wasnt there) haha. i feel odd calling them by their names. the doctor and the teacher. hahah. respected ppl. but yeah. we're all equals there. i like it :)&lt;br /&gt;we had to write a few things on a card when we first arrived. i think i can rmb them&lt;br /&gt;favourite food, person u respect the most and why, what are ur dreams, personal strength, what do u hope to achieve in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my card goes like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet and sour boneless fish.&lt;br /&gt;mum, cos she rocks :)&lt;br /&gt;travel the worldddddddd&lt;br /&gt;??? i can read minds.....&lt;br /&gt;get to see the world in a very different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and then different members of the group had to read a different person's card. haha. that was fun. they needed to know i was full of crap soon enough. haha. when melanie read that i can read minds they were all like. WHAT .hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the camp i think we were quite bonded already. bonded enough for them to know that they shouldnt feed me too much menthos. hahaha. i got a nickname that quick. lousy indian. LOL. cos i was the only indian in my group and they thought i could help them communicate when we were there. but i was like. errrr. i can't speak tamil.. not fluently at least. hence, lousy indian by benjamin button. i call ziling benjamin cos she's 24, she's as tall as my shoulders and she's soooooooooooo not 24 years old. hahaha. there were a lot of screw ups with names at the camp.&lt;br /&gt;yatie got called yeti by one of the camp managers. me n benjamin burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;yatie called benjamin emily really confidently and benjamin only looked up cos she heard me laughing hysterically rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;kok wee (the doc) looked at me and went like "yatie would u like some bread?" i made a face.&lt;br /&gt;pauline looked at kai jie and went like so, jin kai.... hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got gastric on day 2 so i spent half the time dragging myself around. haha. pauline was like. u okay? u're not as bubbly as yesterday. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i joined the activies committee. weee. games games games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before the camp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep at 3am and was woken up at 9 by a crying mum. she was unsure abt letting me go. haha. drama queens run in the family.. and then i told her she didnt need to sign the form if she didnt want to so i'll go to the camp and let her know more. and then i went back up to my room realising it's gonna be really complicated.&lt;br /&gt;kakak: asal?&lt;br /&gt;i: mummy tanak sigh&lt;br /&gt;kakal: ler.&lt;br /&gt;i: &lt;em&gt;heads down, &lt;/em&gt;try again...&lt;br /&gt;i showed mum raleigh's website. and where we would be working..&lt;br /&gt;mummy: sumer orang dayak!&lt;br /&gt;i: i pun dayak per!&lt;br /&gt;mummy: dayak sesat...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt very loved those few days. thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4586823330095483988?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4586823330095483988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4586823330095483988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4586823330095483988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4586823330095483988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/02/potato-potatoes.html' title='potato potatoes.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SaZjN_JjkII/AAAAAAAAATY/GCL9w2-lZjo/s72-c/n587000995_935552_6822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-8162239980560727431</id><published>2009-02-20T18:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:07:00.378Z</updated><title type='text'>for future references.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZ7-SWGPkYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4hJPG3pHHOs/s1600-h/Image2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304957002211889538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZ7-SWGPkYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4hJPG3pHHOs/s320/Image2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to admit, the similarity is uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for fathiah to read after she has happily aced her paper tmw. :)&lt;br /&gt;eh. gua naik pangkat babes. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding on my bro's motorbike is like hanging on to dear life. went to eat at simpang bedok wit family yesterday night. i was dead illlllll. i hate it when the workers of other restaurant close to worship their old boss (my mum) it's like. ok. enough of the attention already. ground, you can swallow me now. achan walked through spize like undertaker as all of the workers reached out to grab his hand. and i followed like his paul bearer. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's a baby next to you in the mrt you can't help but marvel at the creature. hahah. googoogaagaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got two jabs on 19th feb. one blood test, one tetanus immunization (whatever that is. apparently we all got it in sec 2 but i dnt rmb being injected in secondary school at all at all.)the blood test was fine but after the 2nd jab on the same arm, my eyes went half blank.&lt;br /&gt;i was passing out, nearly. weak or strong? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP TOMORROW for dyna the philanthropist. riiiggghhhttt. hahahah. fun or scary?&lt;br /&gt;i'm packing right now.&lt;br /&gt;i felt a strong sense of deja vu when i thought of creeping into my mum's room to see if she's awake so she can sign my indemnity form (the name sends weird signals to my brain. like. ho ho ho. you're damned dyna... :S) i rmb doing this umpteen times in primary and secondary school. knowing that once i open her door she'll wake up sleeping or not. hehe. i love my mummyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabby and i had fun today, deciding we would become doctors if we werent that mental. hahahah. Dr. Dayana sounds AWESOME la pleaaasseeee. and Professor Sabrina. like WOAAAHHHHH. epic. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want mummy to go bankrupt at zara for me. HAHAH. zaaaaraaaa topsss are niceeee............. but theeyyyy ccooosssttt aaaa booommmmbbbbbb. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ara..... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUNTY NAH! GET VELL ZOONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit making it harder already.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-8162239980560727431?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/8162239980560727431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=8162239980560727431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8162239980560727431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8162239980560727431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-future-references.html' title='for future references.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZ7-SWGPkYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4hJPG3pHHOs/s72-c/Image2041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-4647136208579129710</id><published>2009-02-11T15:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:57:22.003Z</updated><title type='text'>my many epiphanies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZL0sVt6gFI/AAAAAAAAATA/QI_o8uvsgD8/s1600-h/dd.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301568753949638738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZL0sVt6gFI/AAAAAAAAATA/QI_o8uvsgD8/s320/dd.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm pretty strong- my sis n maid cldnt budge our wardrobe n i managed a metre solo with nothing but my butt. i think sleeping is a waste of time and now i think eating is too. human issues make me sick. i might as well be a vampire. so bite me e.c! hahahaa. right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the reasons why i hate talking on the phone is cos err.. i hate my voice. hahah. i can't stand the thought of someone having to listen to my (bloody irritating) voice. so yea. save yourself the misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm contemplating taking archie down. (big shocker here) i think i've outgrown him :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tamil movies make me sick. guy stares at girl. girl blushes. they get married. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when someone stands beside me watching me use my laptop, i want to bite their head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so instead of something i've always dreamed of i get to relive one of my nightmares? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, my mum, sis, naqia n i went to hougang mall. &lt;strong&gt;by bus&lt;/strong&gt;. might not mean anything to u but my mum+bus=no link. k? hahahaha. so yea. yesterday was like an adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ftw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4647136208579129710?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4647136208579129710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4647136208579129710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4647136208579129710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4647136208579129710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-many-epiphanies.html' title='my many epiphanies.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZL0sVt6gFI/AAAAAAAAATA/QI_o8uvsgD8/s72-c/dd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-5457815953028310497</id><published>2009-02-09T16:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:29:20.371Z</updated><title type='text'>Conquest Accomplished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZB-chuf8wI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Pj3lUbS_rDE/s1600-h/Image2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300875789969912578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZB-chuf8wI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Pj3lUbS_rDE/s320/Image2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 9th february, this was how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at ard 2 in the morning and cldnt get back to sleep when i woke up at ard 8 in the morn. pretty rare occasion.&lt;br /&gt;i set out at around 11 in the morning, on my quest (well at this point i thought i was simply gonna go get it at kovan...) to find eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heartland mall, kovan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw some at the second hand bookshop the other day, sold out.&lt;br /&gt;popular never had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hougang mall, hougang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compass point, sengkang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plaza sing, dhoby ghaut ( i realised it was getting ridiculous.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into Times with a smile. surely they had to have it. just had to! i was greeted by a robert pattinson's autobiography. i saw the word blockbusting and read it as bloodsucking. really. really. times sales assistant: we only have twilight and new moon.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheelock place, orchard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg.....&lt;br /&gt;i: hi, twilight series, u only have those two? &lt;em&gt;points to a shelf full of twilight and new moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borders sales assistant: yeah. we only have one breaking dawn, hard cover.&lt;br /&gt;i: *moan* &lt;em&gt;sees eclipse on a shelf behind the counter. gasps! &lt;/em&gt;what's that!? &lt;em&gt;almost in accusation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b.s.a: that one's on reservation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i: &lt;em&gt;melodramatically, &lt;/em&gt;NOOOOOOOOO.......&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. zomg..... so much drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;takashimaya, orchard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i: twilight series, do u not have the third book......? (again, i only saw new moon and twilight)&lt;br /&gt;kinokuniya sales assistant: u see the french/german section? walk straight and turn left, u'll find all of stephanie meyer's work&lt;br /&gt;i: &lt;em&gt;stares blankly. he didnt say no..... i totally understood him tho. but i still froze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.s.a&lt;em&gt;: repeats himself for the then very very much elated girl who went to town that day in a tshirt that said do i look like i freaking care and a pair of shorts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU KINOKUNIYA =)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;i walked into my first try. they were playing chinese music. everyone in the shop was chinese. i cldnt help but feel alienated. but i asked anyway. tho music junction turned me down flat.&lt;br /&gt;have u got any job vacancies? NO. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuan liang's quote of the day: let's buy self improvement books! i wanna be self improved!&lt;br /&gt;i found that terribly funny. i dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that day i met ah pek and nyonya jual tahu. and we had another blast. because&lt;br /&gt;hello, we are good friends. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deleted 981 msgs in my inbox today :) it's now empty :) however much i wanted to keep that one msg. it's funny cos some things are just not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being soppy is sappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mischief managed! totally.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-5457815953028310497?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/5457815953028310497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=5457815953028310497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5457815953028310497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5457815953028310497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/02/conquest-accomplished.html' title='Conquest Accomplished.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SZB-chuf8wI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Pj3lUbS_rDE/s72-c/Image2232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2510834636786299528</id><published>2009-02-08T09:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:40:04.071Z</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SY6k07MZW3I/AAAAAAAAASw/lQXf19SY0H4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300355040611490674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SY6k07MZW3I/AAAAAAAAASw/lQXf19SY0H4/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;prensence: read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no presence: practice piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;project isolation or a little bit less severe. i'll float around. it's not an impasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in no mood to mingle. ladida. the thought of being alone makes me feel happy. however unfathomable that may sound. but i still want the world to feel better. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new selection of favorite&lt;em&gt; music&lt;/em&gt; awaits me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&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/7363451-2510834636786299528?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2510834636786299528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2510834636786299528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2510834636786299528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2510834636786299528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/02/eyes-on-fire.html' title='Eyes on fire.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SY6k07MZW3I/AAAAAAAAASw/lQXf19SY0H4/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-9134864258350876032</id><published>2009-02-07T15:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:58:33.342Z</updated><title type='text'>Truly Humbled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SY2uXy6yLSI/AAAAAAAAASo/Cu9pBhYmjnE/s1600-h/museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300084060313496866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SY2uXy6yLSI/AAAAAAAAASo/Cu9pBhYmjnE/s320/museum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite everything, life is perfect as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;come come. read the crap i come up with. so much time. so many thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time didn't seem to pass, not even a fraction of a second, as he laid in his altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the secrets of the cruel world entrusted upon him, and no one even seemed to bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trust me to start something and leave it hanging.=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think television has made life look a lot easier to us. everyone's REAL life seems miserable now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've been numbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's the perfect voice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-9134864258350876032?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/9134864258350876032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=9134864258350876032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9134864258350876032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9134864258350876032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/02/truly-humbled.html' title='Truly Humbled.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SY2uXy6yLSI/AAAAAAAAASo/Cu9pBhYmjnE/s72-c/museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-8697041504002665016</id><published>2009-01-20T12:52:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:39:30.451Z</updated><title type='text'>god's away god's away god's away on business. haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SXXM39pa2AI/AAAAAAAAASg/AdWeYGC5Ors/s1600-h/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293362198857046018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SXXM39pa2AI/AAAAAAAAASg/AdWeYGC5Ors/s320/DSC01887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing my graduation project for 3 days now. there's always a microsoft word browser open and those stinking two words on it. graduation project. i feel like i dont have a life. i sleep at 3 in the morning (average time), wake up and go straight to my laptop (i love you tom). facebook sucks. i go on it every half an hour even tho i know nothing has happened. and then there's always m shadows screaming his lungs away on windows media player. i have a feeling i'm the cause of his illness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And here we are in southern california, my favourite place to fucking be in the god damn world. LONG BEACH YOU READY TO ROCK AND ROLL TONIGHT?!"&lt;br /&gt;harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited for chingay 2009. hehehehe... and fathiah is sorry she's not as excited as i am. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my dream last night. hate hate hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to gp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-8697041504002665016?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/8697041504002665016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=8697041504002665016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8697041504002665016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8697041504002665016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/01/beneath-medicine-trees.html' title='god&apos;s away god&apos;s away god&apos;s away on business. haha.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SXXM39pa2AI/AAAAAAAAASg/AdWeYGC5Ors/s72-c/DSC01887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-3841563820252554925</id><published>2009-01-16T06:15:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:05:15.791Z</updated><title type='text'>the end where i begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SXAolimOXVI/AAAAAAAAASI/qLvQHKYybGs/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291774187567734098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SXAolimOXVI/AAAAAAAAASI/qLvQHKYybGs/s320/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on a cruise and i dont believe life gets any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be back. i like being in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i'm gonna do with my life after MDIS. ouh wait ouh wait.&lt;br /&gt;fathiah and i can form a girl band. guitar n vocals. like m2m. but we're f2d. no no. we'll be called covetlala. and u wont have any idea what we're singing about. vezevezeveze&lt;br /&gt;lydia, afiqah and i can open an events company. we do awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;operation get rich, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want an m shadows bobblehead for my future car. when i eventually sign up for my final theory and eventually pass and eventually take my practical. hmm. eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indians are easily fascinated hain na? did u guys check out anil kapoor's spirits at the golden globes? hoi balle balle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay guys tend to fall for lads way out of their league. one thing we have in common :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise, i'm not a band geek anymore. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a goody 2 shoes who prioritizes well and i'm afraid of pursuing my interests. i screw up interviews like they're meant to be screwed. = i rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the bus on my way back from sleepover at naqia's when this woman came swinging at me doing some legolas action moves. i really thought she was gonna bash me up. her bag might as well have hit me it was that close. she only swung herself in full force so she could land on the seat beside me. adrenaline rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i annoy people in school by singing that's not my name profusely and in return, i get a free ticket to go watch them live. (Y) twas good fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all have a 1 week memory span of who owes us money and who we owe. do i owe u money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad as a hatter, thin as a dime. (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3841563820252554925?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3841563820252554925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3841563820252554925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3841563820252554925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3841563820252554925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-where-i-begin.html' title='the end where i begin'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SXAolimOXVI/AAAAAAAAASI/qLvQHKYybGs/s72-c/DSC01206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2888723527004536576</id><published>2009-01-06T17:46:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:51:59.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Rusty Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SWOzoGbfQ5I/AAAAAAAAASA/BPRmrDSLG1k/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288267888965141394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SWOzoGbfQ5I/AAAAAAAAASA/BPRmrDSLG1k/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;How much does the world care?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;More than i think or less than i expect?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Times have changed. I thought school skirts were the shortest thing you'd ever wear in life but no. Things got shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Today, 06/01/09, was a weird day. Weird days are normal. hahah. I had fun though :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i was at the surprise birthday party of someone i didnt know. surrounded by long lost people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;life is everything because life is everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2888723527004536576?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2888723527004536576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2888723527004536576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2888723527004536576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2888723527004536576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/01/rusty-halo.html' title='Rusty Halo'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SWOzoGbfQ5I/AAAAAAAAASA/BPRmrDSLG1k/s72-c/DSC00866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2229294735086572853</id><published>2009-01-05T18:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:12:57.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Delphic</title><content type='html'>Your faith lies behind the fruit tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mine's just elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that complicated or are we the ones who complicate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts are an impediment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldnt we have said what we meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make life a cliffhanger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been confusing so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2229294735086572853?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2229294735086572853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2229294735086572853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2229294735086572853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2229294735086572853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2009/01/delphic.html' title='Delphic'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-2663870552113993990</id><published>2008-12-31T10:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:25:43.488Z</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SVtHeEBIHNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RobsoCkFWYI/s1600-h/Image2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285897169449524434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SVtHeEBIHNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RobsoCkFWYI/s320/Image2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my last post in the year 2008. :) i bid this awesome period of time farewell. there have been some crazy downs but the ups cover them up like a huge warm blanket. i get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that give me butterflies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-edward cullen and his stares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the man who can't be moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont ask me why... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mdis&amp;amp;crazyppl. avengedsevenfoldliveinsingapore. medley. hanainsingapore. paris&amp;amp;venice&amp;amp;mylastfewmonthsinengland. the list goes on and i'll come back to reminisce but now i've gotta go prepare for my last night of awesome fun this year. sleepover under the stars. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the love in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dayana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2663870552113993990?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2663870552113993990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2663870552113993990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2663870552113993990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2663870552113993990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/12/nostalgia-already.html' title='nostalgia already.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SVtHeEBIHNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RobsoCkFWYI/s72-c/Image2013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-5494744380500335517</id><published>2008-12-02T08:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:29:42.370Z</updated><title type='text'>perfectly imperfect is perfect enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/STTyTiZ2CuI/AAAAAAAAARw/bkI9INuUlLw/s1600-h/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275107481024334562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/STTyTiZ2CuI/AAAAAAAAARw/bkI9INuUlLw/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them mascara girls went karaoke-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll scream and shout and there's nothing you can do about it eh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we put up walls not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down. =) cool uh uh uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop procrastinating and start studying like big time! wake up everyday going like. ouh. let's study hard. and i end up on the lappy doing god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casanova's a really really really good movie! FATHIAH. we should have rented casanova. it's ten times better than across the universe. grr. now i think all heath ledger movies are awesome. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i called off my own wedding. and guess who was present while it was still happening? my 4-year-old-self. that's downright (upleft) weird i tell you. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. dyna fails yet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-5494744380500335517?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/5494744380500335517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=5494744380500335517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5494744380500335517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5494744380500335517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfectly-imperfect-is-perfect-enough.html' title='perfectly imperfect is perfect enough'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/STTyTiZ2CuI/AAAAAAAAARw/bkI9INuUlLw/s72-c/IMG_1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-3577426731111936374</id><published>2008-11-23T04:01:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:49:57.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Misery Business</title><content type='html'>apparently when i was younger i used to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing and dance (tamil songs) for randomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to boys: there are other ways to show affection to a girl aside from groping them. urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwbKlqpxaI/AAAAAAAAARA/ho-FZix84aU/s1600-h/181120081435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272619132467660194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwbKlqpxaI/AAAAAAAAARA/ho-FZix84aU/s320/181120081435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in school, i sang, &lt;strong&gt;yay yay&lt;/strong&gt; tak tahu mak balik bawak kayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i had a conversation with my lecturer that went like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyna and lydia: marketers (martekers) explore yadiyada&lt;br /&gt;simon yeo: *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;dyna: Why you shaking your head?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah. saddistic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwbKvU6SfI/AAAAAAAAARI/jZxRngUQt8w/s1600-h/Image1895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272619135060822514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwbKvU6SfI/AAAAAAAAARI/jZxRngUQt8w/s320/Image1895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nazia cooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwcbM0U3LI/AAAAAAAAARo/vzZhxpogWsM/s1600-h/Image1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272620517366750386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwcbM0U3LI/AAAAAAAAARo/vzZhxpogWsM/s320/Image1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwca1dWbnI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ah2FslB8o2Q/s1600-h/Image1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272620511096368754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwca1dWbnI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ah2FslB8o2Q/s320/Image1899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ate happily ever after. haahaaa... we both loved our dishes to the max so yay us. i want more of my poodle noodles but i'm not sure if nazia wants more of her oil beganza. hahaa.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Much Drama Productions got a freaking A for their brilliant video. WOOP WOOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bad, been too busy being mean.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3577426731111936374?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3577426731111936374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3577426731111936374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3577426731111936374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3577426731111936374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/11/misery-business.html' title='Misery Business'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSwbKlqpxaI/AAAAAAAAARA/ho-FZix84aU/s72-c/181120081435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-7022927764090365684</id><published>2008-11-17T15:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:24:57.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Workovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSGUzTRh2zI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VTQAjZXYIH4/s1600-h/Image1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269656648068225842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSGUzTRh2zI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VTQAjZXYIH4/s320/Image1807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UP WORLD!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just made an epic music video that i am oh so fucking proud of. When Lydia, Afiqah and Dayana get together, WE RULE THE WORLD. no we dont really. we just go fucking crazy. =)&lt;br /&gt;stayed up the whole night at my house doing editing. i started at 1pm on saturday, afiqah joined me at say 4pm? met lydia at kovan ard 9pm, ate kfc and guessed band names by stupid sign signals we made and crapped ourselves. they finally packed up and left at 8.30pm the next day. beat that motherchuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see the point of it all so why even BOTHER?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????!!!!!??!??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a7x is so awesome i just cant get enough of em. awesome is an underestimation really.&lt;br /&gt;THE REV ROCKS ROCKS ROCKSSSSSSS. again. underestimation. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:waves@dyna"&gt;waves@dyna&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7022927764090365684?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7022927764090365684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7022927764090365684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7022927764090365684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7022927764090365684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/11/workovers.html' title='Workovers'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SSGUzTRh2zI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VTQAjZXYIH4/s72-c/Image1807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-6997450000090898066</id><published>2008-11-09T03:07:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:45:45.747Z</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable, i am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZUi9Au-JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/po86zMBEpzU/s1600-h/Image1765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266489773726300306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZUi9Au-JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/po86zMBEpzU/s320/Image1765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misfits for the day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went swimming after school on friday after going a whole night without sleeping. =)&lt;br /&gt;i got a CRAZY migraine in the middle of a lap. please don't try this at a swimming pool..&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment: 20 laps. i have a personal trainer named regina who swam 5 more laps than me within the same time span. come on people. round of applause. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkw1aPi-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NlhZDk6jkns/s1600-h/Image1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507604390022114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkw1aPi-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NlhZDk6jkns/s320/Image1696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to make my new passport after that. previous passport i look like teenage mutant ninja turtle's donatello (however u spell it). new passport i look like a druggy (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkxSTqYoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ySLkkglM0pQ/s1600-h/Image1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507612147049090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkxSTqYoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ySLkkglM0pQ/s320/Image1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i went home all 10 times darker, skin peeling and worn out, naqia 'begged' me to go to a party thingy. little did i know it wasnt a little party. it was like those huge mansion party things u see on MTV. like someone's sweet16. one of her model friends was DJ-ing. so yeah. fairul me and her were surrounded by models, white people and more models. :( i didnt like it. i was so out of my comfort zone. rah. but the journey there was fun. the three of us looked like we were from a cult and when we went into a cab fairul was like. naqia, did you bring the poison to kill him? we chuckled throughout the whole ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkyRCXKCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fQsWFl5qULQ/s1600-h/Image1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;went to watch zul's cousin's dance concert. freakazoid. she's gooood. haha. and then went to town with fairul and zul. this group of guys passed fairul by and went like COOL SIA. ahahahahaha. i'm guessing they were talking about sth else. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;conversation btwn fairul and zul&lt;br /&gt;zul: i wanna go home...&lt;br /&gt;fairul: don't be such a homo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaahaha. everything's so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkxv3eWCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/slcMsosa5B0/s1600-h/Image1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507620081883170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkxv3eWCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/slcMsosa5B0/s320/Image1724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boho Butch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkxxsbcgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/DQc_EgBnYyw/s1600-h/Image1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507620572426754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkxxsbcgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/DQc_EgBnYyw/s320/Image1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkyRCXKCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fQsWFl5qULQ/s1600-h/Image1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507628985919522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZkyRCXKCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fQsWFl5qULQ/s320/Image1767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, 9th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;happy 18th birthday fred! =)&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6997450000090898066?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6997450000090898066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6997450000090898066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6997450000090898066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6997450000090898066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/11/unpredictable-i-am.html' title='Unpredictable, i am?'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SRZUi9Au-JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/po86zMBEpzU/s72-c/Image1765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2288639504932575275</id><published>2008-11-02T16:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:07:16.275Z</updated><title type='text'>dickies double date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQ3U662A93I/AAAAAAAAAQA/3GCuMiv6h_c/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264097648159291250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQ3U662A93I/AAAAAAAAAQA/3GCuMiv6h_c/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; failed final theory. *pat on the back*&lt;br /&gt;bowling with fathiah n jx. loser both rounds.&lt;br /&gt;*two pats on the back*&lt;br /&gt;lunch @ disney naturally *yummmeeh*&lt;br /&gt;swimming with cousins and aunt @ sengkang swimming pool *mighty morphin power ranger slides are the shit yaw!!*&lt;br /&gt;(recollects fathiah making me panic when she overused yo in her msgs. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;russell peters @ rock, suntec city *round of applause* haha! that crazy idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innit funny how when the good ones go bad the bad ones go all. OMG!  but then again. who's who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have just had a smoke shouldn't be allowed to board the bus. It's not like we live to smell their nicotine breath. rah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's TRY and start a 1,500 word essay eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang it&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2288639504932575275?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2288639504932575275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2288639504932575275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2288639504932575275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2288639504932575275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/11/dickies-double-date.html' title='dickies double date'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQ3U662A93I/AAAAAAAAAQA/3GCuMiv6h_c/s72-c/IMG_0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-4859428753670131118</id><published>2008-10-26T05:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:34:17.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Passport Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQP75Fopu-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/iTmdCViuEmc/s1600-h/Image1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261325747882671074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQP75Fopu-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/iTmdCViuEmc/s320/Image1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot to mention how fathiah and i went to catch High School Musical 3 (which was extremely good) before A7x. from a little piece of heaven to a little piece of hell. kind of a paradise shock there. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert i went home and poked nazia in the eye with a key and told her that's how it feels like for me everyday. hahahaha! ok. it was accidental. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it scares me when i get aggravated by little things like tax drivers who are slower than the rest of the world because they choose to discuss foolish matters with their friends on the phone. *shakes with anger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to malaysia for uncle hassan's open house. on the way back, after going through malaysian immigration, we realised we only had 5 passports handed over to the singapore immigration officer. (there were 6 of us in the car). GUESS WHOSE PASSPORT WAS MISSINGGGGGGGG? guess guess guess guess! well done. mine mine mine mine mine mine. haha. ok so bro said.&lt;br /&gt;*i think the place you're stuck in now is called either singalaysia or malapura. you're its first citizen* lollers. i don't know, there's just something about immigrations and me. they're not that fond of Dayana Noor. =)&lt;br /&gt;went back to malaysia, tried to search for the stupid red book, nowhere to be found, reported lost, took report and one chicken one beef ramly burger and some drinks back to singapore immigration (lol) and now i've got to go get a new passport! whoopee.. took about 3 hours the whole bloody process. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so much easier to be bad than good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm JUST a child. HA!&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4859428753670131118?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4859428753670131118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4859428753670131118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4859428753670131118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4859428753670131118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/10/passport-adventure.html' title='Passport Adventure'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQP75Fopu-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/iTmdCViuEmc/s72-c/Image1643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-1112735545601013733</id><published>2008-10-25T01:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:52:39.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>insanely insane withdrawals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQJsi_w_hJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/006dqDdGtxc/s1600-h/Image1623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260886663210435730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQJsi_w_hJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/006dqDdGtxc/s320/Image1623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24th October 2008, the night i went insane and loved it. :)&lt;br /&gt;A7X!&lt;br /&gt;an instant noob fan i may be but they rocked my socks like it's almost easy. RAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows was amazing, he screamed out loud. so loud it was silent. *two thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;they played a little piece of heaven last. like they knew i was there. hahahahah! ok dream on dyna. the crowd was pretty crazy outside. when the guards were real slow at letting em in they actually chanted in unsion, F U. :S hahahaha. it was the loudest fuck you we've ever heard in our lives. still, it was a night to remember. all.my.life :))))))))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;loved it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-dyna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1112735545601013733?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1112735545601013733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1112735545601013733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1112735545601013733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1112735545601013733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/10/insanely-insane-withdrawals.html' title='insanely insane withdrawals.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SQJsi_w_hJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/006dqDdGtxc/s72-c/Image1623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-473767051800692519</id><published>2008-10-12T20:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:15:20.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Backbones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SPJS1ZAGd-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ut_wCW6-778/s1600-h/IMG00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SPJS1ZAGd-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ut_wCW6-778/s320/IMG00140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256354792292644834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 18 years and 4 months old. i played &lt;u&gt;catching&lt;/u&gt; today. estate catching. hahahaha. twas crayzeeee. ran from my house all the way to the neighborhood park. down to the hdb flats. up the hill. (oh wow. more like a sloped road. LOL) back home. round the swing. round the sofas. ok. i'm tired at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw shahrukh ji last night at suntec city. rah. he's so charming. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naqia loves ismail. hahahahahahahahahaha. and so does sabrina!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days. hey it's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i reach out for my towel after a shower i feel like a professional swimmer. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stinky sweaty secondary school boys shouldnt be allowed on the bus. god save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4 in the morning and i think i have school at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos it's 9 in the afternoon. your eyes are the size of the moon. lalalala. omg. i just got the album. love it =) pretty odd. in stores now. go and get it people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out homedawg! (inspired by this little kid named fred on youtube. he's such a dramaqueen!)&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-473767051800692519?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/473767051800692519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=473767051800692519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/473767051800692519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/473767051800692519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/10/beat-backbones.html' title='Beat Backbones'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SPJS1ZAGd-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ut_wCW6-778/s72-c/IMG00140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-7258691004069443865</id><published>2008-10-11T07:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:07:02.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindicated Juvenile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SPBOWS2CAFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EOEDg13G9wM/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255786910063919186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SPBOWS2CAFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EOEDg13G9wM/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not ramble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hana heard you were poorly. get well soon woman. Love you loads and u know u have all the best wishes in the world from me so u didnt need that good luck post ;) u have no idea how happy i am for u!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirded out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be careful what you wish for cos u just might get it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7258691004069443865?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7258691004069443865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7258691004069443865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7258691004069443865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7258691004069443865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/10/vindicated-juvenile.html' title='Vindicated Juvenile'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SPBOWS2CAFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EOEDg13G9wM/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2184427564775058142</id><published>2008-08-18T12:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:09:49.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>iggypop</title><content type='html'>i just asked bik to help make me a cup of tea in a plastic glass.. what??? hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, don't you know.. that those watermelon smiles.... ok shush.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised this quite some time ago and i would like to share it with the world (comprising of 2 or 3 ppl who read my blog. hahs) i don't eat indian food outside unless it's from my momma's shop. u guys eat from mama shops right. i eat from MY MOMMA'S shop. hahaa. wth. i guess i'm a loyal daughter. lol. gua caya sama lu ibu. hahahah. on rare occasions when i do eat indian food elsewhere, i'll go all critical and think it's not how it's supposed to be. cause i was brought up to believe that mummy's food is perfect. haha. there you go. a discovery! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day nazia and i were sharing a kway teow goreng at you shld know where by now. we were sitting facing everyone else eating there and nazia went like, quick dyna, show em it's delicious. i put down my fork and licked my lips with complete determination and semangatness but i think it worked cos everyone was looking la. lolsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairul says i look like ugly betty but uglier.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoorah&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2184427564775058142?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2184427564775058142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2184427564775058142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2184427564775058142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2184427564775058142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/08/iggypop.html' title='iggypop'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-4226632105108180469</id><published>2008-08-04T16:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:43:34.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I solemnly swear that i am up to no good.</title><content type='html'>Hana got into Cambridge. CONGRATULATIONS GEEEEEEEK!!! hahaaa. yes. my cousin is in Cambridge University. where all our lame o's and a's come from. i wonder what it feels like. to know you have a bright future. mamemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone mp3 wouldnt play songs. it was in this moment, when all hope had faded. then i switched it off and tried taking out my memory card. i put it back in and checked the gallery. No images or videos. Ouh you've got to be kidding me. *hit, slam, shake shake shake* oh well, i fixed it. and i appreciated each and every song i listened to on my way to school. i left home at 1.30pm thinking i was gonna be late for about 20 minutes. pah. that's pretty early. turned out class started at 1pm that day instead of the usual 2 to 5. haahaa.. typical dayana. i just wasted 2 mins of your life unless you're not as slow a reader as i am. then 1 minute or less? my apologies. (this is when you sing it's too late to apologize) but do stay to listen to some panic. cos ryan's voice is just exceptional in that track. subtle and carefree. can u describe a voice as subtle? idk. Legs of wood waves , waves of wooden legs. when you're all down just throw your hands in the air, wiggle it around and yell that out. haahs. yayness. i can assure u it's not a time waster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i danced at another wedding last saturday. twas fun but i tried my best not to smile or sing the words cos i thought i'd scare everyone away. sigh. the parents of the couple requested an encore but i refused to do the same dance twice. next time we'll come prepared with two items. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how we always take a bus from one place to another? i love it when i get to go further than i normally go. like how i used to take 81 from tamp and stop at pasir ris but now i take it all the way to upp serangoon road. it's like exceeding your limits. haha! wth.. i imagine it like how the settlers in civillisation fills up the map as he explores for good land. hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayana! start on your school work NOW!!!!!!!!! ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh like a hyena????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mischief managed.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4226632105108180469?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4226632105108180469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4226632105108180469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4226632105108180469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4226632105108180469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-solemnly-swear-that-i-am-up-to-no.html' title='I solemnly swear that i am up to no good.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1460958609210442162</id><published>2008-07-25T17:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:44:59.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkie Talkies</title><content type='html'>I can't talk but i can type ouh yes i can. no one's gonna laugh at me and even if they do, i can't hear them. haha... sadisticness.. (that shall be added into my dictionary along with putten. rotfl)&lt;br /&gt;i told fathiah i should have putten her as section leader. ouh so confidently. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot decide what to listen to on the way to school everyday. i keep on pressing next but i'm not sure if i dont want to listen to the songs i skip. and when i try to think of what mood i'm in i'll be like. I WANNA LISTEN TO ALL SONGS AT ONCE CAN? aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time u want to do something that exceeds your limits, remember that your anatomy's not stupid. If you fall asleep unintentionally, you'll wake up the next day like you've not slept at all. Yeah. Your body knows!... So go to bed, go and sleep. Don't fall asleep. Hmm. Those are my words of wisdom. Haaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you need all the support and encouragement you can get, fate secludes you from the world and you can almost hear it say 'Deal with it.'&lt;br /&gt;Tickle me emo! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's like this huge round pretty thing and we're all monsters determined to destroy it a.s.a.p.. They should make a movie on that. make humans look like uruk hais and portray us as beasts eating this earth up. cos that's pretty much what's going on. I'm doing no better wasting my time on the net and all.  but i promise i'll do my best to conserve electricity and recycle stuff. gaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGFEST WAS AMAZING. can't believe i paid 150 bucks to see alicia keys, jason mraz, pcd, panic and all of em. so super worth every penny. jamie scott is HOT! panic at the disco was coooooooool and ryan ross is the cutest doll i've ever seen walking this earth! jason mraz is just pure awesome. he ad libs the most coolest stuff and i dont mind watching him perform for a whole day. zomg. awesomeness. pcd's like so you think you can dance's ambassadors. hahaa. they danced like nobody's business laaaaaaaaaa! bravo bravo! but the singing needs some practice. lol. alicia keys, one word, phenomenon. one republic are great performers. etc etc etc. believe it or not, i was second in line for singfest day two. came at 6.30 in the morning and the first group was 3 kids who slept there from the day before. made new friends and met guy-who-stood-behind-me-at-chris-daughtry's-gig-whose-sister-accidentally-touched-my-ass-and-recognizes-me-from-that-incident-. ahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;made new friends yadiyada and now i'm off to bed. tmw's tpsw and we've got a skit to act out. great. i can't even talk and i'm playing red riding hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/oh-you_hate_your_job-why_didn-t_you_say_so-there/155532.html"&gt;Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support &lt;b&gt;group&lt;/b&gt; for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as4.gif" title="Author Popularity 8/10" alt="" align="middle" height="9" width="11" /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/drew_carey/"&gt;Drew Carey quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. super funny la.&lt;br /&gt;okie pokie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mischief managed&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1460958609210442162?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1460958609210442162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1460958609210442162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1460958609210442162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1460958609210442162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/07/walkie-talkies.html' title='Walkie Talkies'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-4364022258897316567</id><published>2008-07-23T19:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:18:23.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing a sad song just to turn it around.</title><content type='html'>oh boy oh boy oh boy.. after this post, i am gonna start on my hmc essay. i think i have to go way further than the cover page (which is what i have done so far..) considering the fact that it's due THIS MONDAY. hahs. 1,500 words here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's best friend is the cutest grandbestfriend ever. haha.. if you're eating she'll go like. makan? kesian.... if you're going off to school she'll go like. pegi skolah? kesian.... aahahha. i used to find it weird but now i tend to burst into silent fits of giggles whenever she says kesian (pity). haha. she's around the same age as my granny or even older but sitting down, she gets up faster than a 5 yr old. that alone deserves a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're in need of some cynical, sarcastic jokes u shld meet my lecturer. my friends and i didnt go to school yesterday and he wanted reasons so one said she had church and he went like, wow. so touching. i'm gonna cry. lol. and then i said i had my driving test. he asked pass or fail. i said fail (yes.. i failed. stupid. lol) and he was like. yes. that's all my curses. and then the last friend said he had no reason and my lecturer went like. very good well done hi nice to meet you. like wth. u shld see his michael jackson face stretching his mouth very widely as he speaks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i have this other lecturer who deserves a slap on the face. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. he's got eyes the size of fishballs and they're slightly more protruding than normal eyeballs. they roll around in those sockets like bowling balls and the way he speaks like a know-it-all doesnt help my very very strong urge to seriously slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGFEST DAY TWO HERE I COME!!!! ahaaaaaaaaaaaa. jason mraz, alicia keys, one republic, panic at the disco, pussycat dolls etc etc etc. OLAAAA!!!!! zomg. i am so excited i can wet my pants right now. lol. got my tickys from levi's. they've got a promotion. Get the ticky and a tshirt for 159.90. kinda cool. i tried on almost every tshirt in the shop. hate the cutting of their blouses. wont fit me. sigh. and the sales assistant was running back and forth the changing room passing me more tees from under the door. lol. i think there were 15 or more tshirts in the room when i finally came out. :S the sales assistant was all nice and said she understands cos we're both similar in size. and i was all awwwww. thank you so much.. and then she had to get me all psychotic by telling me that i stand a chance to win backstage passes. i squealed like a lil piggy and filled the form up like it was an exam paper. asked if she had a highlighter so i could highlight my name and all, u know, make it stand out a bit.. haha. she laughed and told me if she was a guy she'll like me. ouhkay...... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soooooooo playing for paragon. CORAL'S PLAYING DEEP PURPLE MEDLEY. like how freaking cool can they get? haha. i think mr wong used to be a rockstar. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S FUN! with or without cute guys. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bam.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4364022258897316567?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4364022258897316567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4364022258897316567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4364022258897316567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4364022258897316567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/07/sing-sad-song-just-to-turn-it-around.html' title='Sing a sad song just to turn it around.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-2659835105286285662</id><published>2008-07-19T01:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:53:03.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Love Triangle.</title><content type='html'>I really don't understand how we can look at someone for the first time and not like him/her right away. Wicked aura. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who feel that they're the only people who can get angry ought to be slapped and woken up because no one's supposed to be angry in the first place. So i'm just supposed to take it all in while you nag and complain, i can't have a point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a good day when there's a bucket full of laughter. But bad days are good too, they make me grow tougher. Do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble reading 197988. that's why i think maths keeps the brain working. gosh i miss maths. normal maths not freaky maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's go for band and return the marching snare drum.&lt;br /&gt;terrah&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiggghhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2659835105286285662?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2659835105286285662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2659835105286285662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2659835105286285662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2659835105286285662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/07/bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='Bizarre Love Triangle.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1390177421583481824</id><published>2008-07-18T05:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:53:53.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a road to go nowhere</title><content type='html'>Let's have a lil sing along session eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if the world was cadbury?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would just melt away and DIE.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;saddistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told a big fat lie on 98.7fm yesterday. won two tix to see daughtry perform at the traffic jam street party and jac asked if i was a big fan of daughtry. i went like. yeah? ahahahah... so unconvincing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'll name my kid new york so everyone will love him.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh and thank you everyone for voting me for miss universe. i'm so flattered i can turn into cadbury. okie pokie. time for school dayana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1390177421583481824?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1390177421583481824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1390177421583481824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1390177421583481824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1390177421583481824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-takes-road-to-go-nowhere.html' title='It takes a road to go nowhere'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1724410418672849835</id><published>2008-07-15T20:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:41:52.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just my type.</title><content type='html'>i saw american boy today after like forever. sigh. i feel bad stalking him all of a sudden. hahaha.. maybe it was because of the situation we were in. nadya lost her phone and pouch and we were in the student services office. and i saw him through the glass door. (From the back) and i went like. IS THAT HIM???  without second thoughts i actually ran after the bloke. ahahahaha. we sat at the canteen and when i saw that he was gonna eat i went and got myself a drink. so yeah. we sat and watched him eat. SICK. lol. ouh ouh ouh. when i was how the heck do u spell queue-ing??? ok yes. when i was doing that at the drink stall, HE CAME BEHIND ME. and the girls were like. she's gonna freak she's gonna freak. hahahahaha. super funny. and i heard him whistling and then ordering an ice lemon tea. i heard his voice for the first time. yayness. ouh for the dude's sake. how sick can i get? hahaha. ANYWAY. back to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got freaking full marks for my presentation. so it was worth the all-nighter. naidu thought i read a bit too much at the start but he said the demo was good so he gave me full marks. hahahahaha. i've never done so well for a presentation before but then again, his standard was pretty low. he gave this china girl full marks as well for flashing a ninja mask on the screen and speaking what sounded like the fusion of chinese and english. hmmm.. the dude just wanted us to show we were prepared to speak in front of the class. anyway. i know i earned that full marks even though i sort of forced everyone to clap for me and volunteered my own volunteer. loll... hahahah. when i introduced myself i was like. hi i'm dayana and i'm gonna be talking about *drum roll....* PERCUSSION! yes i actually rolled the snare... hahaha. wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised sth a few days ago... every single person u meet is a new character in your life story. they may come and go but the role they play or played in your brain-made movie depends on you and solely you. you decide if they're one of the main characters or just an extra. you decide if they're gonna go away or stay forever. it's really funny innit. someone who passes you by on the street may think they're just gonna pass you by or not think of it at all. but you choose if you're gonna forget that person or not.&lt;br /&gt;for example...&lt;br /&gt;i saw my kindergarten teacher when i was sec 1 or 2. she called me by my name. i know i've made an impact in her life. that's for sure.haha&lt;br /&gt;i never knew hana loved me so much until she begged me to stay over at her place in bedok. haha. that scene is still in my head till today. i know i'm one of her main characters.&lt;br /&gt;the sevensome should know that they've got seven of the lead roles in my film.&lt;br /&gt;bacin girls like hana, sabby, naqia, nazia and fathiah should know that they have major lead roles in my film&lt;br /&gt;my close guy friends should know that they are the heroes in my film&lt;br /&gt;fairul shall be included separately. lol. cos i'm not sure if he falls under that section. and he's never gonna read this so i know i'm not gonna be punched on my sore arms. so yeah. fairul may not know but he's got one of the lead roles in my film. the gayest one that is.&lt;br /&gt;my family members have all got lead roles definitely.&lt;br /&gt;my new friends are making their debut in my film. lol. and so on... PLUS.&lt;br /&gt;you get to create the characters and that's the whole bizarre thing. u meet this someone and u may think that he or she is a freak but that person thinks of he/rself as normal. so it's what you think that is going to be forged out as a new character in your story. be it new freak, new friend or new fiend. and that new character has no idea what role they're playing. only you do.&lt;br /&gt;i found out only after secondary school that the role i play in some people's stories is a noisy girl who couldnt shut up in class. ahahaha.. and i seriously thought that i was actually QUIET. heh. so i wonder what role i play in other people's stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop here even though i could go on forever if i wanted to. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1724410418672849835?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1724410418672849835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1724410418672849835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1724410418672849835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1724410418672849835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-my-type.html' title='just my type.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-6499543005050131774</id><published>2008-07-11T19:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:23:54.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip a beat and take it to the verse now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SHeyLaP37mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H8HDfYRleVM/s1600-h/Image462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SHeyLaP37mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H8HDfYRleVM/s320/Image462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221838202053586530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancing queen has been defrosted oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;2 more weddings to go. 1 more song to choreograph. and no assignments done whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following tuesday, i've got a presentation on performing arts. bringing in the marching snare drum god knows how. wish me luck. i shiver everytime i'm centre stage of that lecture hall. including today when i went in front to explain an IQ question which i alone could answer. ahaaaa. *kembang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out till late. i miss chalets. rah! i want a chalet NOW! haha. home's getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTS (to go)&lt;br /&gt;*singfest! day 2 only.&lt;br /&gt;*overseas with friends! anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;*movie marathonssssss&lt;br /&gt;*sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new friends, new crushes and new ways of stalking spells FUN! ahaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;guy one doesnt know. guy two knows BIG TIME. besides, i think guy two kinda likes it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;regina's our personal photographer. she bluetooths the best birthday presents. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdidums&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6499543005050131774?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6499543005050131774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6499543005050131774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6499543005050131774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6499543005050131774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/07/skip-beat-and-take-it-to-verse-now.html' title='Skip a beat and take it to the verse now.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SHeyLaP37mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H8HDfYRleVM/s72-c/Image462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-791011749762630937</id><published>2008-06-28T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:41:58.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>inseCUREd</title><content type='html'>You know that bird that chirps E and then slurs a G to C? It goes off at exactly 5 in the morning like a wake up call. How cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that star that follows me home every night and peeps at me through my bedside window? It turned into an evil red dot. I know my wish isn't coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how there are millions of songs being produced every year? I wonder when every possible variation of putting together 7 notes and octaves from 20Hz to 20kHz is going to run out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the little balcony in my room? I met the strangest most peculiar creature there. It's like an elongated moth 3 times smaller with merged eyes and that elongated too. Unbelievable? Believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how everyone gets a lil paranoid at times? Yeah i was a wee bit aghast because elongatosarous moth looked like it was eating the red chair up. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I started MDIS a week ago? I've got two 1,500-word-essays to write, one group presentation project,  1 solo presentation due in two weeks' time, a month's time and a month and a bit not respectively. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass communications is a massive load of FUN. =) loving the new environment. classmates from china, vietnam, ghana, london, indonesia etc. i'm the psychotic girl who talks to lonely people now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dangerous business,Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to. - Bilbo Baggins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. i love The Lord of the Rings oh so much..... it's a flawless film with scenes of exteme differences from the greeeeeeeeeeeeeen hobbiton, shire to dark dark dark mordor. gosh... and normally, i wouldnt like movies with wars and whatnots. but in lotr, i LOVEEEEEEEEEE the war scenes cos Uruk-hais  and orcs ought to be killed big time!!! haahah... if i were to be in an English Literature class and our work is to analyze the motion picture trilogy i'll sooooo get myself an A plus plus. and my undying love for the movies began 6 years ago. i want to meet frodo. please pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye life.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-791011749762630937?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/791011749762630937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=791011749762630937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/791011749762630937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/791011749762630937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/06/insecured.html' title='inseCUREd'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-2700035265704922310</id><published>2008-06-19T04:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:02:51.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SFnYQWY4OeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Y2NZkg9CXE/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SFnYQWY4OeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Y2NZkg9CXE/s320/Image135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213435819057494498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me but grumpy faces i see.&lt;br /&gt;how ironic can happy birthday be?&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;i swear from this day ownwads, i firmly believe that birthdays suck.&lt;br /&gt;i used to think on that special day, u'll be spared from all the crap u normally have to put up with. u're a prince/ princess on that day. oh sod it all. i'm 18 and all boring now so piss off. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling with sabby was fun. =) she's got bowling blood. well done. haha. tampines with sabby and nazia was awesome wish it lasted the whole day cos i would have had a rather pleasant day. and then my crabby family had to come in the pic. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;was i supposed to apologize on my birthday? all i wanted was a nice get together dinner. hang on, i didnt even want anything. oh well. in the end it was alright. we ate and went home and then something else had to happen and all of a sudden it's my fault. i've learnt my lesson. birthdays are ugly affairs. i dont even like the word anymore. i'm not emo. that's even more crap.&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2700035265704922310?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2700035265704922310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2700035265704922310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2700035265704922310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2700035265704922310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/06/apparently.html' title='apparently.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SFnYQWY4OeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Y2NZkg9CXE/s72-c/Image135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-6082268054189968987</id><published>2008-06-17T12:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:20:51.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no cause for celebration</title><content type='html'>ok. this is gonna be my last post as a 17 year old girl..... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days i've only slept for a total of 4 hours.. I need to live life to the fullest that i can as a 17 year old! lol. today's my last day as the aforementioned and i went to the SPCA with Naqia. Something i had promised to do 2 years ago. heh. so yes, let's go and look at irresistibly adorable little pieces of grrrrr. haha. the cats were so cute i couldnt stand them.. there was one kitten who wanted to chew on our fingers all day all night if possible. lol. when i took my hand out of the cage, it stretched its hand out from the cage and pulled me back to it. haha. gaaaaaaaaah! ouh, i got a card from my australian friendster friend!. haha. it's full of cats! haha. so cute. he's so nice! he's coming to singapore with his wife and son and he wants me to join them for dinner one day. they'll be staying at the hilton hotel. *grins* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago i stayed up all night cos i was all excited about my new friends on facebook. and i got to talk to aunty minah. it's been a while!!! in 12 hours, i made friends with this skater boy from america, who's got awesome hair and who thinks my hair's awesome. haha. we talked about our countries and decided that we wanna build teleport machines.... he's gonna build one in 30 years so yeah. we'll teleport. lol. and then there's this other guy who's all awesome and told me not to worry about turning 18. it's the perfect age and i'll only be it once. nice. and then, my best friend of the day is this south african guy who sings and is meeting up with a producer on the 24th to discuss producing a cd. zooo coool. haha. i was all excited for him and we made a deal. he's gonna wish me happy birthday and i'm gonna wish him luck on the 24th. haha. we saved it in our phones. yay. so this guy's got my name and birthday in his phone all the way in africa. haha. coolness. i love facebook! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sign up for mdis today with my mother. i'm not usually embarrassed being around my own mother and all that stuff but today was soooooo. gosh. we were at a payment counter room place. and i sat in between uncle hassan and mummy. my mum had her hands around me and she played with my hair. uncle hassan asked how long the course was. and then my mum told him one year. a conversation that could be heard by the entire room, that i'm used to.  and then he went on to ask, isnt it going to be intensive?? and then my mum was all like, "she can do it... she's very good. yadiyada". and i felt the whole room turn towards me. -_- she kept playing with my hair and they kept talking to me like i was 8. i appreciate all the ebciyragenebt abd fautg. i mean. encouragement and faith but.... ok nevermind. i start school this monday, 23rd. weird and scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..... now. serious talk. WAS I REALLY BORN ON THE 18TH?? haha. at midnight on the 17th, SOMEONE called me up to wish me happy birthday, and then someone else msged me happy BELATED birthday. and then mark posted happy birthday on my facebook wall anddddddd my very own father msged me happy birthday complete with prayers.... I CHECKED MY IC AND IT'S 18TH OK!! haha. you people seriously made me think i was crazy. -_- i love the number 18. and 18 on the 18th and all that. and then all of a sudden 17th's my birthday or belated. lol. funny... i realize. as you grow older, birthdays arent as important anymore. boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... bye bye 17, hello 18. :S wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;cheersssss&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6082268054189968987?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6082268054189968987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6082268054189968987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6082268054189968987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6082268054189968987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-cause-for-celebration.html' title='no cause for celebration'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-4594710621227622261</id><published>2008-06-07T07:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:29:30.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartwarming</title><content type='html'>i turn 18 on the 18th. how cool.&lt;br /&gt;someone from australia wants my address so he can send me a card. i dunno if i shld give it to him. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want something to go your way, it tends to go the other person's way or a whole lot worse than how they intended things to go.  and i'm the villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got demoted from my post as a student, i've lost the right to be exhausted. For I am neither working nor schooling hence I have no reason whatsoever to look or be the-word-that-i-have-no-right-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;People are two years ahead of me. They've moved on and i'm stuck with 4 months of memories from Tythy. half a year of memories from England and a bit more than a week of memories from France and Italy. Don't get me wrong, I had the time of my life. But i reminisce about Coral like nobody's business and i wonder when my last few listening folks are gonna get sick of it. I still feel like i've only just gotten my O' Level results when my peers have long forgotten about theirs. bla. whine whine whine.  Bottom line is, i wanna start school more than you could possibly imagine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was more thrifty with money. Mum gave me allowance for two months and i finished it in a month. Great. Now let's starve. Ouh but wait. When nenek and bik combine forces in the kitchen, we end up with 5 dishes to eat each day. And when dishes don't finish, they get turned into a different dish the next day. And to think i'd lose weight living in a terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how my brain works sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts, i speak in monologues.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone is a sad word, adjective and adverb. Lonely is a feeling one should never have to feel when there are billions of people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the thought that counts anymore is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Good Day! =)&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4594710621227622261?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4594710621227622261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4594710621227622261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4594710621227622261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4594710621227622261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/06/heartwarming.html' title='Heartwarming'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-8296139463014462043</id><published>2008-05-12T08:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:06:10.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life's cul-de-sac</title><content type='html'>wewa! having internet at home never felt so nice. heh. i watched ironman with hansley three nights ago. it vos cooool! hehe. having turned down previous offers to watch it for FREE, i stand corrected for thinking it was crap even before watching the trailer. huhuhu. mei juan had to force me to watch transformers which resulted in me having feelings for that huge giant robot. i almost cried when he was all weak, nearly losing the battle even though i knew well the good always triumphed over baddies in the end. haha! anyway, ironman was pretty awesome. the movie inspired me to be an inventor. right.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt last night that naqia, nazia and I were in a play. just the three of us. and we had to improvise every single thing from the costumes to the dialogue. like what the hell? haha. but the audience were pretty entertained, laughing their asses off at i-have-no-idea what. i think the play was sort of narnia-ish. nazia was the baddy and naqia and i saved the day. hmm.. and then, one of my primary school friends appeared and was imprisoned because she accidentally kicked the president of Iraq. ?!?! and all of a sudden i was back in tytherington and hana was consoling me because i was distraught after learning that my friend was in jail. crapidy crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayana's free your mind section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i think taxi drivers should shut up and drive drive drive.&lt;br /&gt;why do they keep asking their passengers if we want to go by tpe or pie? like we have any idea which way goes where. most of the time they're trying their luck to see if we blindly pick the longer route so they can earn extra bucks. this taxi driver with only 7 fingers asked me that very quesiton. my answer is always: whichever way's faster. and then he goes on to explain the two different routes. so i picked the one that sounded shorter. he claims it's a bit longer than the other one so i said go for the shorter one then. seriously! when i told my brother who was waiting at my destination point, he went bezerk cos the taxi driver had gone for a route which was twice as far as the other one. zzZzzZz... ouh hang on, that wasnt the worst part. when my bro questioned him after i finally reached his work place the taxi driver blamed it on me! ouh the nerves!  the next time a taxi driver asks me that question i'll play rihanna's shut and drive for them. problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) guys are ogres&lt;br /&gt;    truly, madly, deeply.&lt;br /&gt;case scenarios to proof my statement,&lt;br /&gt;guy meets guy friends, they grunt at each other but both parties understand clearly what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: grghurrorgr.&lt;br /&gt;guy2: grgehgrrhi.&lt;br /&gt;guy 1:grrwheregrryougrrgoing?&lt;br /&gt;guy 2: grrroutgrrwithgrrfriends.&lt;br /&gt;you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) time is being very ruthless!&lt;br /&gt;i am very angry with time. time should spare us some mercy. time is going too fast. time should take a break. time. time. time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merci&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-8296139463014462043?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/8296139463014462043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=8296139463014462043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8296139463014462043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8296139463014462043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifes-cul-de-sac.html' title='life&apos;s cul-de-sac'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-3410461607054962083</id><published>2008-05-02T14:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:56:45.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This or that.</title><content type='html'>woooohooooo. haha. moving wasnt as dreadful as expected. our movers were major comical. indian guys pacing about in cartoon speed going like "madam, this one take?" "madam, this one ok already?" "sister, yexscuse me." ahahaha. and then as i was taking down my harry potter and legolas poster in my room two of the guys who were wrapping up my piano went like, "mohabbat mohabbat" ahahaha. i was carefully peeling off the blue tack from the back of the poster so they sorta guessed. ok so yadayadayada. and now i've lived in that white house for more than 2 weeks. rah. kinda fun. yap yap yap. sigh. i really really really wanna go and read my 96 unread emails and update myself with recent david archuleta videos etc. heh. so toodles.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;p.s: internet at home coming on 10th may. can't waitttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3410461607054962083?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3410461607054962083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3410461607054962083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3410461607054962083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3410461607054962083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-or-that.html' title='This or that.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-5280204310797192919</id><published>2008-04-14T15:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:01:56.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of broken teams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SAN-Dj3sjZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nbbsQQ3afx4/s1600-h/DSC04440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SAN-Dj3sjZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nbbsQQ3afx4/s320/DSC04440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189129795294498194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i had my FIRST nose bleed! hooray! been having a stuffed nose for the past week or two and i don't even have a cold. i tried shoving that vicks thing up my nose but clearly, it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, i've been packing and packing and packing. I swear this moving house scheme thingy is knocking the bejaysus out of us! goshhhhhh. Yesterday i got so sick of the house i called me  momma up and we went to have dinner at terminal 3's secret recipe. nice. every night i'll pack one box of clothes, get really tired and fall asleep. and then i have a cousin constantly asking me why i'm always tired and why i'm always falling asleep really early now. according to her, i used to be the last one to go to sleep all the time and i'm full of energy. if i ever was that hyper, bring back oh bring back oh bring back my energy to me to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's not the very best at handling stressful situations one of which is moving to another house. For example, i woke up to someone screaming over the phone with a terrible terrible cramp, got myself into a miscommunication with a sleepy sister.. more screams here and there yadiyada. come experience hari raya preparations with us! it's like hmm. let me think. a step away from thoughts of cannibalism and weapons replaced by shouts and emotional breakdowns in a world war. ok. maybe not that bad but close. i wish we were more patient and  close as a team. i wish we could have finished packing a day or two before we move out and sit together in an empty living room, reminiscing the 9 years we've spent in our home. funneh. we're folks who'll have grumpy fits till the very last minute. mark my words, there's gonna be total chaos on wednesday when the mover comes. i'm all excited now. not really.  just one lesson learned from the past few weeks, enjoy good moods while they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random conversation between mummy and i.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: u dye rambut u lagi eh??&lt;br /&gt;me: a ah.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: gatal eh. colour ni kan lawa. (points to the brownish blonde streaks in my hair.)&lt;br /&gt;me: eee. tak ah. ni colour minah.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: abih u apa?&lt;br /&gt;me: i rockstar!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i'm such a wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh and. i think life's too short for ignoring people when they don't say your name before starting a conversation. i'm an extreme feminist for now.&lt;br /&gt;alohomora&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-5280204310797192919?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/5280204310797192919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=5280204310797192919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5280204310797192919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5280204310797192919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/04/boulevard-of-broken-teams.html' title='Boulevard of broken teams.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SAN-Dj3sjZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nbbsQQ3afx4/s72-c/DSC04440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-7570194859765085910</id><published>2008-04-13T11:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:44:50.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SAHenD3sjYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p41XoU4wElI/s1600-h/n587000995_940173_8026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SAHenD3sjYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p41XoU4wElI/s320/n587000995_940173_8026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188673008342699394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with swollen eyes. i'm still tired now. grr.&lt;br /&gt;looked through pictures from paris and venice. missing europe like crazy. even though i was pretty inept socially, the first two months of this year were the best two months of my life. put me back where there were waffles every 1 meter or water everywhere. i wanna travel the world. more more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved ones can irritate the hell out of you sometimes. what are their problems really? you spend all your life with them and they can complain how you abandon them for laptops or friends. what the hell.. i'm in the mood for isolation but i would kill to go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about voldermolt again. but this time, adam levine was he-who-must-not-be-named. how hot can voldermolt get? hahaha. it was scary i tell you. i couldnt find my wand (in reality, it's in one of the million boxes in my house. stupid mistake. i so need it if something wicked this way comes!) so i asked nazia (apparently she can teleport. i mean, apparate) to bring me to where my wand was but she couldnt cos everytime she tried, voldermolt was too close and he stopped her powers from working. oooo. and then i kept finding petrified bodies all over the house including harry's. however, it was actually daniel radcliffe as malfoy. now here's the thing. daniel radcliffe would make a way better malfoy than harry if he acted the way i saw him in my dreams. it was brilliant. i know i know, i have crappy dreams. but i think they're super cool. haha. anyway, i'm gonna go dye my hair pink.&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7570194859765085910?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7570194859765085910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7570194859765085910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7570194859765085910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7570194859765085910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/04/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh air.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/SAHenD3sjYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p41XoU4wElI/s72-c/n587000995_940173_8026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-8567453221268931637</id><published>2008-04-12T22:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:42:00.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Behold the pathetic sad story</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna grumble, complain and whine all i want and no one's gonna make me stop. COMPRENDO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, a good guy friend came to my house at 2 in the morning, crying his heart out. I was there for him. He stopped crying and we had a good laugh before he went home at around 4.&lt;br /&gt;The day after that, a good girl friend came to my house at around 10pm, crying her heart out. I was there for her. I gave her a hug and listened to what she had to say. She stopped crying, we played games before she went home around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago the same thing with tw0 primary school friends and a year ago the same thing with a secondary school friend. When i had these random visitors at my house, my heart stopped everytime i heard a sound. was afraid my mum would get angry like she normally does when she sees my friends at home in the wee hours. but i still try my best to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i wonder. whatever happened to best friends and bullshit?! Here's the cliche line. Where are my friends when i need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy my mother gave birth to before me said I can't go out at 3am. Here's the shit. Naqia and I were gonna go to my mother's shop to EAT. zomg. how dangerous is that eh?&lt;br /&gt;A cab there and we'd be with my sister, who's older than that guy. So i tried to make my point. but this guy went on to say that he's the one in the house so i should listen to him. He didnt want me going out at that time. oooooooooooo. he claimed it's too late and anything could happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LA! REALITY CHECK EVERYONE! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ANYWHERE ANYTIME. ANYONE CAN CLIMB INTO MY ROOM RIGHT NOW AND STAB ME TO DEATH. THAT'S DANGEROUS. WHY AM I IN MY ROOM? SHOULD I BE SOMEWHERE ELSE? WHY DON'T YOU PUT ME UNDER YOUR ARMPITS EVERYWHERE YOU GO YOU PERSON? WE'RE IN SINGAPORE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. IF I'M FATED TO DIE NOW I CAN JUST DIE FOR NO APPARENT REASON.&lt;br /&gt;note: this is coming from an innocent geek who doesnt smoke or drink. from a geek who doesnt get herself into trouble like gang fights and what other nonsense. a geek who learns from her mistakes in a geeky way because she gets phobias of her past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i asked how come he can go out in the wee hours and i can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS HE'S A BLOODY HE AND I'M A SHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. IT'S SO FUNNY I WAS SHAKING WITH ANGER.&lt;br /&gt;so i told him not to ever talk to me again after a few failed attempts of sharing my thoughts. he wanted to discipline me he said. he asked if i wanted a tight slap. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. he even raised his voice and asked if i wanted him to wake my mother up so she could have a say. knowing my dear dear mother, she'd take his side even after the many talks she and i had about guys and their EGOS. but i KNOW good enough that she'll be fine with me at her shop with her other daughter that she herself sent for the shop. but anyway, my mother's been working all day and he wants to wake her up in the middle of the night for this. he's oh so sensible isnt he? i should sooooo listen to him. and he mistook my hushed voice for fear. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explain this to me. which part of tight slaps and not listening to what i have to say and raising voices disciplining?&lt;br /&gt;This guy thinks he cares but he doesnt even know who i am. QUITE SAD AR! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He called me an idiot for going to band all the time. He doesnt know i'm being paid to go back for band. He's never heard me play before. and that's enough proof that he doesnt know me. So, hush person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i a coward for not storming out of the house when i wanted to or do i care too much?&lt;br /&gt;Am i a coward for keeping my voice down when all i wanted to do was scream my insides out or do i care too much?&lt;br /&gt;Am i a coward for not calling a friend up or do i think too much?&lt;br /&gt;Do i need friends when i had my sister and naqia to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I reached my boiling point. I dont care if i'm being childish or immature. I just want to be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-8567453221268931637?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/8567453221268931637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=8567453221268931637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8567453221268931637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/8567453221268931637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/04/behold-pathetic-sad-story.html' title='Behold the pathetic sad story'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-2465813352594046770</id><published>2008-04-06T18:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:12:41.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R_kLvnSEY1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/I1fmt7cLjJo/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R_kLvnSEY1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/I1fmt7cLjJo/s320/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186189358520361810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A NEPHEW.&lt;br /&gt;MY NEPHEW IS CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S 3 DAYS OLD.&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS LIKE A FRUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha.  ok. when i saw this baby, i had tears in my eyes. it's a whole new world now innit?&lt;br /&gt;new generation. generation x. haha. my mummy's a granny, my granny's a great granny, i am an aunt, my brother's a FATHER.. zomg. him and this little one are gonna be one lame team. haha. soon, he's gonna grow up and take over my teenagehood. and i wondered. when he's 18, and i'm 36 (FREAKY), will i still be the cool aunt mcdrummer? or am i gonna be some boring working adult. eeeeeeeee. haha. i hope i'm the first one. but at the rate i'm going, i might end up a road sweeper's assistant. anyway. doesn't he look like a pocahontas character. lol. so cute la. i cannot stand. womg. there's a video of him that my bro took which never fails to put a smile on my face whenever i watch it. when he was born, my brother came out of the delivery room with a smile on his face. a smile i've never seen before in my life. there was something about it that made me warm all over. he's a father now. =) and i'm so happy for him. i can actually cry now. hahaha. ok. i dont know if anyone understands how i feel. but they will if their bro has a son and they saw that very smile. I LOVE THIS LITTLE BOY. but he's not gonna stop me having a cat. hahaha. though when i saw the video for the first time i actually thought i would give up wanting cats for a while just for him. i'll wait till he grows a wee bit older. but come to think of it, it's not like i'm gonna put this baby in a cage full of cats to scratch him all over! tsk.  the cat's gonna mind its own business right. haiyo parents. gimme a break.... according to naqia, they don't speak cat like we do. and she meows. hahahaha.. even naqia's smiling at the video everytime she watches it. now we understand how people feel when they have little babies in their lives. haha. we never liked babies much did we naqia? ahahaha. ladidadida. ok bye&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2465813352594046770?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2465813352594046770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2465813352594046770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2465813352594046770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2465813352594046770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the world!'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R_kLvnSEY1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/I1fmt7cLjJo/s72-c/DSC00251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2964896250769448623</id><published>2008-03-31T05:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T06:27:20.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I fly solo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R_BxXHSEY0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OHqOVwNzKB4/s1600-h/n587000995_939952_6933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R_BxXHSEY0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OHqOVwNzKB4/s320/n587000995_939952_6933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183767813009204034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyming today! WEEEEEE. It's the closest thing to school I've got right now cos i go religiously every monday during the ladies' hours, 2 to  4. yesssaaa. haha. SMA hasnt called me up yet. sob. i'll call em up soon. all i need to know is course fees. if it's alright i'm joining straight away. if miss tracy tan can take pure sciences in jc, and a degree in law or sth and end up being an english teacher, i can take mass com and end up becoming a doctor. right. haha. i wish i wasnt squeamish when it comes to blood. being a doctor sounds fun. i would love to be a vet and save animals but i would be the most depressed vet ever cos i'd cry everytime an animal died. hahaha. naqia lost her ez-link and is asking me what to do. i think she thinks i'm a wizard. hahaha. ez-linko appearo! hmmm.. i dont like the new house i'm gonna be living in. first of all, when it's late at night and i'm downstairs, i'll stay downstairs till it's morning again cos i wont dare to go up the stairs. ju-on will crawl down and ask for food. haha. and then. if i'm coming home from anywhere late at night, i wont dare to walk into that ulu alleyway to get to the house. sadako will be wandering out from the bushes. eeeeeeeeeeeee. hahaha. fairul's designing our garden cos he wants to leave a trademark and the house is 33F so ya. haha. i'm BORRREEEEDDDDDDDDDDDD. give me something to do!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&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/7363451-2964896250769448623?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2964896250769448623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2964896250769448623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2964896250769448623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2964896250769448623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-fly-solo.html' title='I fly solo.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R_BxXHSEY0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OHqOVwNzKB4/s72-c/n587000995_939952_6933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-3271918319561731385</id><published>2008-03-30T14:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:28:34.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>before i strangle you to death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R--VX3SEYzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/P5rhhORwJss/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R--VX3SEYzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/P5rhhORwJss/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183525933335995186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this indian guy refuses to believe me when i say i'm not chandramuti and that he's got the wrong number. he's been calling me up again and again and every single time i pick the phone up i tell him the same thing. and he keeps saying ' no no. not wrong number. this is chandramuti. lalala.' so i ask him what's the number he's dialing and he goes on and say a completely different 8-digit handphone number. i was like. this is 9-1-9-9blablablabla and he goes like. yes! zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div&gt;this morning i had 6 missed calls from him and 3 voicemails. i sent him a msg that read. ' please stop calling me. i am not who you're looking for. it's clearly the wrong number.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've never heard from him since. =) nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was supposed to enroll in ballroom latin cha cha today at the community centre but the class was postponed cos only one person signed up. haha. boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance unlimited added me on friendster. how cool is that. they remember me! hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo. i'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3271918319561731385?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3271918319561731385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3271918319561731385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3271918319561731385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3271918319561731385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-i-strangle-you-to-death.html' title='before i strangle you to death.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R--VX3SEYzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/P5rhhORwJss/s72-c/DSC00907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-6113736503728357232</id><published>2008-03-29T16:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:55:35.658Z</updated><title type='text'>I like it like this.</title><content type='html'>Had breakfast with zul at macds today like finally. been longing for hotcakes forever. hee.&lt;div&gt;i read in a horoscope book the other day that geminis have weird appetites. they'll stick to a dish for a period of time like it's their favorite food ever and then swap to a completely different dish unrelated whatsoever to the previous one. right now, my stick-to-dish is hotcakes! i remember this period of time when i was sooooo into broccoli and fish egg curry. was at a friend's house when i decided i didnt like it anymore cos i met a new 'dish': vomitella ala broccoli y fish egg curry. gagaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to speech day at coral today. mr wong cut his hair. so cute. hahah. i'm going back to teach the percussion section next friday. honestly, i have no idea how and where to start. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was in the hall when i received a msg from hansley that read: eh kuku, coming speech day today? hahaha. funny boy. =) band did better than expected. photography club girl took a pic of me and zul posing with hansley's back and bag. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met sabrina at whitesands and bought a belated bdae cake for faayiz. i went from contemplating among hello kitty, sesame street, thomas and friends and winx club cakes to getting him a swensen's ice cream cake all thanks to hansley. i dnt know if that was a compliment or not, u tell me. haha. went to nenek's house by bus. sabby and i had our bags frozen thanks to the cake. there was actually ICE on our bags when we lifted the cake up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent about 5 hours at nenek's house eating yummy yummy food and yummy yummy cake and sleeping after being well fed. haha. faayiz tried to have a conversation with me and sabby as i nodded off on the couch. that was a nice nice sleep especially after eating nenek's food. faayiz's way of being grateful to getting a surprise swensen's ice cream cake is by asking his mum to pay me back. hahaha. sabrina suggested that i throw a huge grand surprise party for him and see what i get. lol. anyhoo. went off at around 6.30 and met fairul at bedok interchange then we headed to BAND at siglap cc i think.. zzzz. i suck quite a lot leh. haha. need to practice more. but it went quite ok, i thought. at least until fairul told me that i sucked. haha. but i sight read drumset scores PLUS fill-ins which i've never done before. and THEN i played the timpani. also sight reading. and THEN GLOCKENSPIEL. at least i got to like 8 bars or something until i stopped cos i couldnt sight read that fast for notes. :S ladidadida. i was the only percussionist. i sort of like it that way cos it's kinda fun deciding which part to play and which part not to. haha. i remember band camp in coral when MJ was too lazy to go and i played snare and tambourine and bass all in one song. FUN. lalala. the conductor hopes i'll come back. i hope he meant it. haha. and we're performing in june and we're having a concert in august. seriously, i had no idea playing in concerts and performing in bands would be this easy. all thanks to fairul. haha. ok. this is a really boring post. terrah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6113736503728357232?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6113736503728357232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6113736503728357232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6113736503728357232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6113736503728357232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-it-like-this.html' title='I like it like this.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1869285023885374895</id><published>2008-03-28T09:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:33:40.397Z</updated><title type='text'>Childhood living was easy to do.</title><content type='html'>I'm lucky cos i consider myself lucky.&lt;div&gt;so i can be happy cos i consider myself oh so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tralala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of makciks using '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah sihat eh!&lt;/span&gt;' as a conversation starter. Was it a compliment back in their days or is it just how they express themselves when they've become more '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sihat&lt;/span&gt;' eh? cos as a matter of fact, most of the time the exclamation comes from a makcik way more '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;sihat' &lt;/span&gt;than I am. Ouh the irony. Rofls (the s stands for sarcastically) hmph. Mentality speaking: Take it out on the young one, her life is perfect so a little pinch along with the sarky comment is not gonna hurt even a teeny weeny bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as far as i'm concern, i havent changed or become more '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sihat&lt;/span&gt;'. and if you're jealous makcik, you can just say so. cos i'll tell you where i got my body from. i got it from my momma, i got it from my momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha....  i'm not trying to be mean. just letting it all out so i dont eventually end up going around telling lil kids that they're becoming sihat or asking makciks to compare and contrast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMA's asking me to come down for a consultation. it sounds good. they're collaborating with MediaCorp and all. Diploma in Mass Communication. sounds like me but i have no idea what i'm gonna do with it. that sounds even more like me. haha. step by step then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sayonara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1869285023885374895?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1869285023885374895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1869285023885374895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1869285023885374895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1869285023885374895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/03/childhood-living-was-easy-to-do.html' title='Childhood living was easy to do.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-3831530535485582953</id><published>2008-03-26T11:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:39:56.925Z</updated><title type='text'>No prom for me.</title><content type='html'>It SUCKS when you get too attached to something and it's all for nothing. &lt;div&gt;I'm upset with David Archuleta and the boy doesn't even know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam Levine was so hot yesterday I could have just melted in my seat. His gay gestures; the swinging of hands and moving of head from side to side, was DEFINITELY a turn on. haha. but hey, I've got nothing for gay guys ok. The man's not gay. The concert rocked big time AND. big bonus for mua. As my sister and I walked towards a bus stop I couldnt help but smile at everyone I passed cos my GIMME MAROON 5 hand had been signed by Mickey the bassist and theirs haven't. HARHAR. Ladida. I'm going back to Meredith's world now. Seattle Grace. i bet half the world have got no idea what i'm on about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bubye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3831530535485582953?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3831530535485582953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3831530535485582953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3831530535485582953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3831530535485582953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-prom-for-me.html' title='No prom for me.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-701147467458497926</id><published>2008-03-23T08:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:41:49.264Z</updated><title type='text'>There's no party and I'll cry if i want to!</title><content type='html'>I had a dream. &lt;div&gt;It was my 18th birthday and no one, I repeat, no one remembered. pretty sad huh. haha. And then i had a last minute surprise party from my family and yeah. that was pretty much it. BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Channing Tatum went and gave me a really nice hug. hahahahahha. and that made my day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. It's my dream. I can dream of whoever I want to. few days ago David Archuleta said Hi. heeeeeeeeeeee. i loveeeee dreamsssssss. yesterday. i dreamt that i got BMS. hahaha. ok. i'm gonna go eat macdonalds now. toodleloo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-701147467458497926?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/701147467458497926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=701147467458497926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/701147467458497926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/701147467458497926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-no-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want.html' title='There&apos;s no party and I&apos;ll cry if i want to!'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1699015009255193915</id><published>2008-03-22T08:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:27:04.596Z</updated><title type='text'>I'll FooFight you.</title><content type='html'>How do you know what to do next? How do you know which path to choose, which path is right for you? Why can't I just ask for it? Why can't I go 'Mummy, i want to go to school. Mummy, I want to go to school NOW!'&lt;div&gt;Let's try and decide soon eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the next sevensome outing. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss England, Paris and Italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving to Hougang and it sounds so ulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm packing my books and perhiasans already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to find out if American Idol Season 7 is coming to Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so gonna kidnap David Archuleta.. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Shan Wee has a cute voice with a hot hot accent. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Grey's Anatomy! It makes me feel McHappy when i'm McBored. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for an e-mail from someone by the name of MARK O'HARA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I owe Rehana Ayoob an e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want Long and Winding Road + we can work it out by David Archuleta *Hint Hana Hint* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of watching Maroon5 live makes me anxious, nauseous, all excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Irish name is Sinead O'Conor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My German name is Gwendolin Ursula. I sound like a goblin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My French name is Veronique Roberge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Russian name is Paraaha Thedya Lebedev. I hope that's pronounced some cool way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for the fun of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1699015009255193915?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1699015009255193915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1699015009255193915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1699015009255193915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1699015009255193915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-foofight-you.html' title='I&apos;ll FooFight you.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-6445638422288058788</id><published>2008-02-07T02:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T03:00:10.559Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had dinner with the teachers on my second Surprise Day. haha. and the next day spent 5 hrs in Primark with my sister. CRAZY.  we bought quite a lot. :s  off to paris tmw. cant believe i'm leaving..... sob. packed already. left with normal last minute stuff. sob sob sob. my first Surprise Day was dinner at Deli Garden with awesome people. =)) hana had lied to me saying it was only gonna be the two of us. when we went into the restaurant hana asked the waiter which table was ours and he led us into another room and there they were, all sat down. haha. kyle, emma, mark, jade, nelly, sean and annwyn. =)))))) i was super shocked la! haha. and then they started giving me PREZZIES! like the surprise wasnt enough. i swear i was about to cry. haha. one of my classmates had made a huge card for everyone in form and some of my classes to sign in. really cool. and i got harispray soundtrack 1980s from the class, a scrapbook page framed up from mark and a kitty bank and card from annwyn. and this porcelain thing from the class. AND. the very special tythy bear from tytherington. i am super duper honoured cos that bear's hard to get. haha. anyhoo... GTG. need to do more stuff and SLEEEEPPPP. tiredddddddd....... the next time i'm writing i'll be in singapore. or this might be the last time i'm writing cos there's not much point when i get back to singapore is there?&lt;br /&gt;paris tmw. cant wait. then venice. cant wait even more. but right now, i need sleep. but i'm not gonna get it just yet. stuff to do stuff to do. toodlydoo!&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;see everyone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6445638422288058788?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6445638422288058788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6445638422288058788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6445638422288058788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6445638422288058788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/02/had-dinner-with-teachers-on-my-second.html' title=''/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-9175616525846079166</id><published>2008-02-04T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T03:40:25.839Z</updated><title type='text'>WOAH.</title><content type='html'>had a blast in london. WENT TO SEE HAIRSPRAY ON BROADWAY. like how major cool is that?!?!?!? got a tshirt and the super awesome colourful programme. the performance got a standing ovation. that's how good it was! i love link i love link i love link. i managed to illegally record some sneak peeks. hahaha. but for some reason, the camera refuses to let me load it onto the comp. along with all the other pictures me and my sister took including us at PLATFORM 9 AND 3/4!!! WOOOOOO. lol. and then we did the same old thing. visited big ben, buckhingam palace and went on the london eye. ouh and we also went to tate modern where my sister managed to break her glasses into two so she had to balance it on her nose while observing picasso's paintings and more. and and. we went to shakespeare's globe theatre. COOOOOOLLL. i need the pictures!!! rah. the wind was so strong in london that me and my sister were actually pushed a step backwards while we were walking. what's worse is that it's already cold enough without the wind. plus the wind is colder which makes it even more cold if that's possible. and then when my sister and i got off the train from london, THE PATHWAYS WERE ALL COVERED IN SNOW!!&gt; weeeeeeeeeeeee. hahah. ok jakun.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, went for a pantomime with annwyn hana and mark. puss in boots. it was alright but the company was excellent. haha. there was a series of crazy events as well. first, during interval, there were cupcakes and cakes and muffins for us. THEY ALL LOOKED SO COLOURFULLY YUMMY AND TEMPTING AND I WAS HUNGRY!! haha. so i had 5. :S LOL. they weren't that big. heh. anyway. i didnt have em all at once or sth. went to get two each with mark. and then we stood in the room talking to rick while gobbling the pastries down. and then went back to get one more. while we were squeezing our way through the crowd, this little boy grabbed my arm and complete with hand gesture, said, come on. hahaha. i freaked out quite a bit. he was disabled. mark pulled me by the other arm and the little boy's parents told him to leave me alone. lolll. after we had our third cake, we went back into the church hall only cos the panto was starting again. but then, cathy, hana's friend told mark and me that she had 5 so we went into another room full of cakes to get more. muahahah. lol. and then the panto finally started and two kids who were sitting in front of me turned around and stared cos i had five cake wrappers in my hand. 'i'll eat u up if u dont turn around NOW!' no i didnt really say that. haha. anyway. one time, they were changing the set of the panto and a pole snapped but i thought people started clapping so I CLAPPED. hahahahha. mark burst out laughing. that was really funny. and then, mark did that ticklish flower thing on my knee so i screamed in the middle of the panto. and then. this guy sitting behind us wacked mark in the head with his coat sleeve as he put it on. that was really really funny. wooooot.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. really tired. been a long time since i stayed up this long. ahha. 3.38am. GOOD NIGHT. lol. and and and. i just had a surprise party today at Deli Garden. how awesome is that?! will talk abt it tmw after the second surprise is over. annwyn spoiled it. lol. she's zo funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-9175616525846079166?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/9175616525846079166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=9175616525846079166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9175616525846079166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9175616525846079166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/02/woah.html' title='WOAH.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-6976339134171541696</id><published>2008-01-30T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:10:22.526Z</updated><title type='text'>stomp stomp stomp</title><content type='html'>I WANT TO STOMP AROUND THE WORLD!!!!!! wo my god. hahaha. seriously. that'll be the bestest job ever. if bestest does not mean anything, then, bestestestest! THE SHOW WAS AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. most brilliant show ever after thomson big band. i dunno if it's a manchester thing but the response from the audience made it even more cooler. cos the stompers clapped rhythms for us to follow and we did an excellent job. at the end of the show, we were still clapping and one of em came out and made hand gestures asking us to go home. lol. and then he started clapping beats again so we followed again. then he snapped his fingers and stomped his foot, then we snapped our fingers and stomped our feet. did this repeatedly for a few times until he slowly stomped his way out of sight. haha. it was mega cool how they added humour in the show. one guy always gets bullied by the others. and then they'll always challenge each other and do crazy stuff. one black guy did somersaults and backflips. gerek. haha. and then and then and then. after the show, three guy STOMPers went to the same tram station as us like they're normal people. haha. i noe they are but they're my heroes. they're like. captain planets. haha. so yes. aunty minah darlinglingling asked for a picture for mua. 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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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R5_DQ8m8VTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sD4MHRZzrBs/s72-c/DSC04417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2719822686370927147</id><published>2008-01-29T09:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:26:32.853Z</updated><title type='text'>poppadoms!</title><content type='html'>sister's here. waited for zoooo long at the airport. but not nearly as long as i took. haha. but it was all good. =)) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ELIJAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's Elijah Wood that is. haha. i recall singing him birthday songs for more than 50 times in secondary school. lol. those were the days. hahaha. anyway. i enquired online about the course fees and whatnots for raffles school of psychology. i then got a call at 5.50 in the morning england time. i answered the phone with a croak. haha. and there was this guy on the other end mumbling on about how he's from raffles school of psychology ladidadida. and then i went like. HEH?!. hahaha. it was a funny phone call. i was croaking my whole way through but i got the information i wanted. and i think that's where i'm going when i come back. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dream last night was zuper mega cool. lol. at first, me and phoebe from f.r.i.e.n.d.s were answering to a police officer. errrrrr. haha. she did something wrong and then at the end of the whole investigation the police officer addressed phoebe as dayana. she nodded and smiled but was about to laugh. i started laughing. do u get it? she framed me but in a f.r.i.e.n.d-ly way. lol.... gagagag. u have to watch my dreams! zzzzz. lol. and then i heard someone telling aragorn that an army was coming. saruman sent 10,000 uruk hais. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. and then and then the uruk hais came and legolas and gimli were fighting them while fighting each other as usual. and then and then. i saw merry and pippin fortifying emselves. but for some peculiar reason, merry ran off with a sword in his hand but pippin had a laptop instead. harharhahrahr. and yeah. that's pretty much what i remembered of the saga. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for a meal at bay leaf's after exams with mark, nelly, jade, megan, hana and imie. sean was supposed to be there but he wasnt. no idea why. but imie told us that he accidentally glued his face to the wall. we believed it for 10 minutes. HAHA. well it's possible for a guy who broke his tooth in kick boxing and had to get braces. lol. the meal was nice. hana's dish was too spicy for her so we swapped. mark tried some and he teared. haha. guess what? it's barely as hot as my mum's mee goreng. so yes. when mark goes to singapore, i'll make sure he eats food from my mother's shop and gets used to it! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then there were the never ending walks aunty minah takes me and hana for. lol. we walked non stop for about three hours plus, met anne halfway through, walked some more and went for dinner at the viceroy's. yay. haha. it was funnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hana's bday went great and i'm very happy for her and proud to be her stylist. of course i had to buat pek el (how to spell sia?!? lol) and not go to her bday dinner cos i was all depressed and moody about school et cetra. tsk tsk tsk . but me and aunty minah gave her a surprise at midnight. she came in the living room and we had candles lit up and balloons on the floor and a banner on the wall plus a birthday candle on ben and jerry's phish food. lol. and her presents were on the table and i kicked balloons at her while she tried to come in the living room. lol. that was nice =) and NOT because i was in charge okeh.... on her birthday itself, we went for a meal with her dad, grandma and grandad. we being me her and aunty minah. the three musketeers. lol. the meal was cool. her grandma and grandad are funny people. ouh. her dad as well. he microwaved his colleague's handphone when the colleague wasnt around cos he got fed up of the ringtone (crazy frog) hahaha. the phone stopped working. LOL. i'll try that on the next irritating mobile phone i come across. haha. prolly mine. kwang kwang. her grandma and grandad have been to south africa on an african airlines. her grandma told us about their flight and it was hilarious. the air stewardess was giving the usual safety precaution instructions but in a different way. she said things like..., ' in case of emergency, the oxygen masks will appear in front of you. after you've stopped screaming, put them on.' haha! and...' the emergency exits are at the front middle and back. those sitting nearby, aren't you lucky?' hahahah. ' if you have two children to attend to, choose.' gagaga. i prolly made the last one up but haha. i wanna go on african airline! lol. and then there was the meal at night with 30 of hana's friends that i dreaded, being the anti social idiot that i am. haha. i was allowed to stay at home and be boring. =)). i needed it. i just did. mark came over after the meal and played balloons with me! haha. and then claire came from work so me and mark walked her to the pub the children went to after the meal. haha. but by the time we reached, they've been kicked out. majority were underaged. haha. and we walked home with the whole group. the house was jam packed. amazing. lol. hana and 9 of her girlfriends slept in the living room and i had the room to myself. =) haha. ouh yeah. met sean for the third time since i've been back and he was like. so u're never coming back? i was like. NEVER. hahaa. and then he was like. marry mark!! and mark spent the next 10 minutes going around the house searching for a ring. lol. he didnt find one so yeah. i'm still packing those bags. LOL. anyhoo. i shall go shower now and wake that sister of mine. mwahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STOMP TONIGHT. STOMP TONIGHT! THANK YOU AUNTY MINAH FOR ALWAYS GIVING ME THE BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENTS EVER... heeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love and live life like loving living. woah. i made that up and i like the sound of it. lolll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;illustrations.. in no particular order. oh yeah. and there was the 'good morning macclesfield' photoshoot inspired by the hairspray song 'good morning baltimore.' hana and i had fun on the way to school on my last day. hana sure knows how to get me out early. hahaha.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58L_8m8VLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k8oCB8RErnM/s1600-h/fb3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160856891219006642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58L_8m8VLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k8oCB8RErnM/s320/fb3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58M9cm8VQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EfgmGplQ2c4/s1600-h/walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160857947780961538" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58MHcm8VOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OpkliVwAack/s320/duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58MIcm8VPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8No-NzocEY/s1600-h/fave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160857037247894770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58MIcm8VPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8No-NzocEY/s320/fave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58MGMm8VMI/AAAAAAAAAII/trhQKPEDspk/s1600-h/fb6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160856998593189058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58MGMm8VMI/AAAAAAAAAII/trhQKPEDspk/s320/fb6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58M-Mm8VSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/idngZoKvSl8/s1600-h/hanabday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160857960665863458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58M-Mm8VSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/idngZoKvSl8/s320/hanabday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7363451-2719822686370927147?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2719822686370927147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2719822686370927147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2719822686370927147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2719822686370927147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/01/poppadoms.html' title='poppadoms!'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R58L_8m8VLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k8oCB8RErnM/s72-c/fb3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-119261780613607538</id><published>2008-01-28T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:21:06.673Z</updated><title type='text'>london paris but not tokyo.</title><content type='html'>sister landing in enlgand in 2 hours' time. woooohooooo. ALOHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.... agenda for the next, last, 3 weeks in england/europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/1- STOMP!! WOOOOOOOO. dush dush tak dush dush tak. weeeee and if kakak's not tired enough, i'll drag her to manchester or stockport. her choice.&lt;br /&gt;30/1- swimming at JJB and if kakak's not tired i'll drag her out to manchester or stockport. her choice still. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;31/1- OFF TO LONDON WITH KAKAK. big ben, buckingham palace, london eye, HELLO AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. ME AND KAKAK ARE GONNA CAMWHORE AT KING'S CROSS STATION AT PLATFORM 9 AND 3/4.&lt;br /&gt;1/2- tea party with the queen, shop with her money and then borrow her helicopter and go back to macclesfield. =)&lt;br /&gt;2/2- zeyd, mange and mo coming round. go for a walk and then a countryside meal. aunty say one. harhar&lt;br /&gt;3/2- more walks and more meals. =)))&lt;br /&gt;4/2- bring kakak into town and shop shop shop and then go to Arighi Bianchi for a meal with Aunty minaahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;5/2- shop till i drop at manchester. primark, AFFLECK'S PALACE, paperchase. wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to PARIS on the 7th. paris je ta'ime. oui!&lt;br /&gt;eiffel tower, moulin rouge, disneyland. BONJOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Feb set off on a train journey to Venice. overnight. 12 hours. pass by GERMANY and ladida.&lt;br /&gt;10th ITALY. OLA!!!!.  orchestra concert at venice concert hall. i am so excited i can die right now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;13th Feb take the train towards paris again to say our last goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;stay there for 2 days, and then back to manchester on the 15th&lt;br /&gt;16th, hello singapore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life goes back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox\m/xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-119261780613607538?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/119261780613607538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=119261780613607538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/119261780613607538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/119261780613607538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/01/london-paris-but-not-tokyo.html' title='london paris but not tokyo.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-4717069282630841955</id><published>2008-01-23T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:40:11.093Z</updated><title type='text'>MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R5dstMm8VKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZxpjJFqZcWs/s1600-h/webcam15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158711421910668450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R5dstMm8VKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZxpjJFqZcWs/s320/webcam15.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry. boredom striked again. lol&lt;/div&gt;and no one looks like this cos there werent any matches found. yay. i'm uniquely unique. hahaa. another alternative for a certain other U word. lol.  going to PARIS. and VENICE on 7th of feb. ladidadida. we're flying to paris from manchester and then go on a train to italy which will take abt 12 hrs. it's gonna be a sleeper train AND we pass by germany etc. dream come true dyna. dream come true. melts. so i'll be in paris on valentine's day. sweeeet. i cant believe it's true until i'm there. moulin rouge. here i come. nyahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/93/38/01/933801_3816762a56797427wxqj91.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always thought i looked like lalaine. haha. and. i took these pictures specially for the stupid thingy! and yet still majority with no matches. i feel special. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/93/77/51/937751_3872789a9679745irox689.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="297" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/93/93/71/939371_890141b0b67974xq3wt691.JPG" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that last one is me hungry and about to eat the camera up. hahaha. ok not but i look it dont i? -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dyna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4717069282630841955?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4717069282630841955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4717069282630841955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4717069282630841955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4717069282630841955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/01/more.html' title='MORE!'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R5dstMm8VKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZxpjJFqZcWs/s72-c/webcam15.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-9008579508534391307</id><published>2008-01-23T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:33:43.988Z</updated><title type='text'>tiana look!</title><content type='html'>when boredom strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/87/45/52/874552_450165030279746f416z28.JPG" width="499" height="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakshow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/J/28/uf4t45_783216f93279742vshi345" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/87/94/71/879471_90127681727974hmr45e33.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gagaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/88/02/52/880252_527658f1827974jktunc88.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done. and ehk. diana. when u uploaded pictures did they go like, no face detected? 90 percent of the pictures i uploaded came up with that. i feel like an alien! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-9008579508534391307?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/9008579508534391307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=9008579508534391307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9008579508534391307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9008579508534391307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/01/tiana-look.html' title='tiana look!'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1636870287157911385</id><published>2008-01-21T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:06:35.991Z</updated><title type='text'>save your bogus condolences.</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; it feels like i never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore was love though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got in the country feeling like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight in singapore was delayed for a bit. and then transit at dubai wanted to compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got in the second flight alright but i was staring into space and didnt realise that after abt half an hour, the plane was still stationary. then the pilot made an announcement informing us about how there were technical difficulties and that they were going to serve breakfast in the meantime. while we were eating they said that we had to transfer to a different plane. while we were disembarking, they told us to have a seat because there was a sick passenger who needed to be attended to. while we were waiting they told us that we could disembark then. while we were disembarking for the second time they told us to move to the left hand side of the plane becuase the medics needed to come through. and after 3 hours, we were on the other plane, safely in the air, technical problems no more. i'm not complaining, i'm just telling my story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the aisle seat and had to get up for my seatmates about 20 times so that they could go to the toilet. the plane landed and i braced myself for the bloody manchester immigration officers. it was about 2 hours after everyone else got their passports chopped when i got out in one piece with only a month's entry passage.(without counting the hour i had already waited for in the queue) they had interrogated me for what felt like hundreds of years. questions after questions. they wanted to break into my bag. i told em i lost my keys. honest. so they didnt break in. thank god cos that would have brought up more questions. "why have you got school books and marked worksheets when u havent been in school, love?" cos i'm rather enthusiastic? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt; walked out to my aunt who had been at the airport for prolly more than 5 hrs. i know she got there way way earlier than when my flight landed. must have thought they had killed me or sth. i'm grateful i've got great loved ones because i would have broken down if i came out to a disgruntled adult asking what the bloody hell took me so long. love you aunty minah =)&lt;br /&gt;well, she had been interrogated outside as well it turned out. but we got home alright. i should have landed in manchester at ard 11 in the morning and reached home in the early afternoon on that day but instead, it was close to 9 i think when we were finally home. which equates to me travelling for more than 24 hours. nasty.&lt;br /&gt;sod it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths exam the very next day. evidently no one was listening when i screamed give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;met mark near the roundabout. we ran towards each other like we'd parted for 10 years. hahaha. but i stopped midway cos i thought we were gonna seriously injure ourselves if i ran half as fast as he did. lol. he cut his hair! and he got himself a new coat from topman that made him look like a nazi general. hahah. met other maths people outside the hall. they were all nervous wrecks and i was still shaking from jet lag. my seat was right in front. had a huge clock in front of me but i screwed time up. took my own sweet time for the questions. hey. i thought i had 8 hours more than the rest of the kids. bla. it was parallex error ok. 15 mins more though, not 8 hrs. i only just turned to the last page when the invigilator said stop. lost abt 13 marks. prolly wont get an A. something to cheer me up there. awesome.  mr robbinson (headmaster) had heard from aunty minah about my airport extravaganza and told me to hang in there. haha. so sweet. and then went to the common room with mark to meet hana and helen called me into her office to tell me to hang in there as well. so i guessed the whole world knew. lol. went back home, watched hairspray with hana and then studied for psychology which was the next day.&lt;br /&gt;psychology went well. and then met sean and kyle. they said literature was hell without me. awww. lol. u can tell when i get tired of writing. i speed up stuff like this. haha. stopping soon. everyone's gone to bed and Lala's staring at me. that yellow tellytubby. studied for english the best that i could while sean and kyle insulted each other's mums. (it's their hobby) haha. english went as crap as maths. i rushed everything and didnt use much of what we had learnt for the past 4 months. bleh. for the next few days, i stayed at home and watched hairspray over and over again. and i learnt the moves to zac efron's ladies' choice and also fell in love with the ladies' choice, zac efron. hahaa. anyway. my point of posting this time is to say that....... i've stopped school. once i let this out i can focus on the wonderful things i've been doing and will be doing for the rest of my stay here. it's disappointing and depressing but yeah. mum, aunty minah and i have decided that we've had enough from the british commission. and even if they grant me a visa, i've got to go back to singapore and get it. and even then, there's no knowing how long they're gonna take to put the visa in my passport so god knows how long i'll miss school. it's all a bad idea like it had always been so. the end. and it frustrates me to think all this while i could have been in singapore, with a secured education but i chose this path instead. still. no regrets. i've learnt things and i've met people i'll never forget.and i've lived with aunty and hana. (deliberately missed the minah there. *Chuckles* inside joke) it's been the best. tythy's been the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my last exam, english literature, the week after. it didnt go as bad as i thought it would have. haha. cos everyone else had read the book twice and i only read it once. also, they had memorised millions of quotes and i only had 3 to 4 in mind. :S but i crapped through it and came out of the gym alive! haha. and then went to the 6th form common room to give miss gannon a letter from aunty minah. told her it was my last day and she got so upset. lol. gave her a hug and said bye but she still went on about how she cldnt understand why they wldnt just give me a visa. and that it was their lost. not mine. awwwwww. they're the best!! i waited for a bit in the common room to say bye to everyone.. and then went home and started dancing again. hahaaa. dancing makes me forget things. lol. aunty minah told me that both miss gannon and mr robbinson called her on that day. miss gannon went on abt the same thing and according to hana, the same thing to her in school as well. lol. mr robbinson was angry and disappointed for me. gaaaaah. they're too nice. on my way home mr jones (the teacher i've got a poking affair with. haha) shouted my name out of his classroom window. lol. told him i screwed up the maths exam. i let them down! =((. and then he went like. i was told by what's-her-name.. i was like. um... miss gannon?? hahaa. funny guy. news spreads fast in that school! said bye to him. sob sob. shld have given him one last poke.  ANYWAY.now i'm saying bye to you. pictures and more news soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1636870287157911385?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1636870287157911385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1636870287157911385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1636870287157911385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1636870287157911385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2008/01/save-your-bogus-condolences.html' title='save your bogus condolences.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-3262229182599663393</id><published>2007-12-08T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:42:15.082Z</updated><title type='text'>life is still a comedy</title><content type='html'>as promised. picture of the super cute percussion guy. haahaa. *melts*. he's the one with the long hair. the second pic is for you to..., SPOT THE GIRL WITH THE BRIGHT PINK HAIR! FIRST ONE TO SPOT IT, TAG AND I'LL BRING BACK A PREZZIE FOR YOU WHEN I COME BACK. next year or sth. haaaahaaaaa. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgMUdh77I/AAAAAAAAAHU/uj3q9_1SpF0/s1600-h/P1050546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgMUdh77I/AAAAAAAAAHU/uj3q9_1SpF0/s320/P1050546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141668426852462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgMkdh78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/TPq0w4QxJu4/s1600-h/P1050552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgMkdh78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/TPq0w4QxJu4/s320/P1050552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141668431147429826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a crazy week. band concert was alright. teachers said i was good. yay. haha. went to have chinese after that with aunty minah darling and i had a lot of fun. lol. hana was at cambridge.  staying the night in her future room. lol. hope u get it hana *fingers crossed*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdv0dh70I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ci-kfbc4f90/s1600-h/P1050636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdv0dh70I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ci-kfbc4f90/s320/P1050636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665738202935106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdwEdh71I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dL2zrFmq70k/s1600-h/P1050639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdwEdh71I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dL2zrFmq70k/s320/P1050639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665742497902418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdwUdh72I/AAAAAAAAAGs/qz1O-zBfuYc/s1600-h/P1050640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdwUdh72I/AAAAAAAAAGs/qz1O-zBfuYc/s320/P1050640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665746792869730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdw0dh73I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ziif7TzC6D0/s1600-h/P1050641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdw0dh73I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ziif7TzC6D0/s320/P1050641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665755382804338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgMEdh76I/AAAAAAAAAHM/doD0LrylmdE/s1600-h/P1050648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgMEdh76I/AAAAAAAAAHM/doD0LrylmdE/s320/P1050648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141668422557495202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgL0dh75I/AAAAAAAAAHE/IhuBB_iDCsc/s1600-h/P1050645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgL0dh75I/AAAAAAAAAHE/IhuBB_iDCsc/s320/P1050645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141668418262527890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thursday after school went to mark's. he cooke&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgLkdh74I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wqgSXPR0mgY/s1600-h/P1050659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgLkdh74I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wqgSXPR0mgY/s320/P1050659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141668413967560578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d me a meal which was YUM. haha. we had salmon in lemon and pepper sauce and pasta in tomato sauce and lettuce and cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;and then we watched evan almighty and hairspray which we went to rent straight after school at blockbusters on that very day. and we were snacking on all the junks in the world we got from tescos. lol. fun =) ++ he's got two cats. lily and minnie. minnie's major cute and i'll never get enough of her. haha. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdvUdh7zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P27wsJeT7I0/s1600-h/P1050661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rdvUdh7zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P27wsJeT7I0/s320/P1050661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665729613000498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday went to playback theatreeeeeeeeeeeee with aunty minah lynn and mark. yayyy. haha. it was great. mark told a story this time. ouh gosh i still have not written about last playback. hmmmmmmm. it's in a chapel, a group of four actors, one excellent musician and one conductor. the conductor communicates with the audience, asking them about their lives and stories then the actors act them out! =) and the musician does sound effects.  the last playback was FULL of tears. they start off with short stories and they stop for a break when people have to tell the person beside them a story in their mind and then volunteers can tell their stories to the whole audience and see it being acted out. the last one started off with how parents feel when they let their children go off to school on their first day. haha. and the parents were all on the verge of tears. then the conductor was like. 'you know, this might sound sad but i dont have any children so all along i was thinking of my cat' and then set me off cos kenet just died a few years back. then the conductor asked me to tell my story so i told my 'tragic' life story about how my visa got refused but i'm still here hoping i get to start school (this was before i did) and how my cat died back in singapore. i got to pick who to act as me and who to act as my sister cos she's the one who told me the news. you should have seen me. i was hysterical. haha. crying so much i couldnt even tell the story. i told it in between huge sobs. hhaha. it was like therapy. lol. and the whole audience was looking at me as i sat beside the conductor at the front with a tissue, gasping for air. hahah. so yeah. i watched my life acted out still in tears but they made it funny cos the title i gave was life is a comedy and also i told em my cat was a catdog cos it can fetch. hahaha. it was super good and sad. they were brilliant and the musician was excellent. she made me cry even more. haha. and then there was another story by this lady who had an unborn child. which made the audience even more full of sorrow. lol. and then. the last act was a summary of the whole day's act and the last line said by one of the actors was...&lt;br /&gt;'and kenet is in every one of us'&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt; I LOVED THAT NIGHT AND I WILL NEVER FORGET IT. gosh. now i want to cry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU KENET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so. haha. back to the playback yesterday.  lynn gave me my christmas prezzie early. a baby doll top! yayyyy. i love lynn! i also got an angel to hang on our christmas treeeeeeeeeee.  okok so. mark told two stories. one about how he was walking in a park wearing a superman tshirt and a kid came up to him and thought he was really superman and told him to get rid of a bee for the kid. LOLLLL. and in actual fact, 'superman' himself was really scared but he got rid of the bee. they acted it out real good.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we went to an Indian restaurant =)))))))). CHICKEN CHICKEN CHICKEN. POPOKEK. hahahahahahahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhkaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. christmas never felt so nice. mark's got me prezzies as well. i get early prezzies cos i'm special! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3262229182599663393?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3262229182599663393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3262229182599663393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3262229182599663393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3262229182599663393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-is-still-comedy.html' title='life is still a comedy'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R1rgMUdh77I/AAAAAAAAAHU/uj3q9_1SpF0/s72-c/P1050546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-3283388855775051551</id><published>2007-12-02T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:37:16.143Z</updated><title type='text'>i forgot what i wanted to type here. sob.</title><content type='html'>it's been a crazy week. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, mark and i headed into town for lunch. we got dominos pizza's exclusive meal for 2 freaking pounds. yay. haha. and then we went to mine to eat. mine as in aunty minah's.  and i taught mark how to dance to mitwa. hahaha. and we watched more hindi songs and yay. lol. he's seen a hindi movie i think. i cant rmb which one. haha. funnnyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore teachers in my school! singapore teachers in my school! haha. but i didnt go meet them. NO TIME. soobbbb. also, i dun really like how i imagine it will be like when we meet. hello. hello. i'm from singapore. yeah. me too. ok. bye! bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. embarrassing nerd day. haha. first period, english. ms burke photocopied my homework to give to everyone in class. zzzzzzzzzz. it's like a nightmare i tell u. it's like. after she told em, 1, 2 , 3 everyone's head turned towards me. roar. and i looked like a complete idiot cos i just walked to school in the rain so i had no idea what my hair was doing and yadiyada. haha.&lt;br /&gt; tell me. how do u react to stuff like.&lt;br /&gt;you did so well, i've photocopied ur work for everyone to look at.&lt;br /&gt;you got the highest in class&lt;br /&gt;she's already given me her first draft and u guys havent even written anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;the only person who handed it in is dayana.&lt;br /&gt;ouh wait. case scenario: u're not really the majority crowd in the class. as in. u're a LONER. hahaa. anyhoos. i'm happy with myself. quite? lol. geek of the year: DAYANA!! yayyyyyy. lol&lt;br /&gt;went straight home after that. but mark was upset cos i wasnt gonna be in for lunch cos my next lesson was after lunch. but i told him we'll be spending the whole day together on friday cos of a maths trip and he'll get tired of me so yeah. we worked things out all right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;psychology was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;ms davies had a christmas song on at its loudest and as mark and i walked in, we saw her bouncing in her seat in front of her computer and singing along to it. and so were some of the students. and then she put on a game show hostess voice and bellowed COME ON IN! complete with hand gestures. loll. i burst out laughing la! hahaha. she's so cute. lol. and it was not even december yet but she was all like. it's gonna be december in australia in two hours' time! (she's australian) haha. she's  sooooo cute! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fridayyyyyyy. more psychology. and then maths.  no one could concentrate in class cos we were all 'excited' about the conference. haha. mark cldnt shut up he burst into the bananaphone song every 5 seconds. haha. miss let us go early and emma mark and i went to leave a note to helen to tell her that our maths class have gone out and wont be back for the day. as emma tried to go down the stairs quickly, she lost control SOMEHOW and almost fell. hahaha. it was super funny i tell u. i dont even know how she managed to do that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. listen to this. our maths class actually had to WALK to the train station by ourselves and take the train and go to manchester and take another train and walk some more to manchester university.  like. what the! cannot get coach ar?!?!? so much easierrrrr. hahaha. i kept moaning about the fact that we had to walk and mark and emma were like. quit being lazy! hannah as well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the maths conference was kewlll. and surprise surprise. it was in the music building of manchester university. which made it more kewl! haha. and as boring as it sounds, (maths conference) it wasnt! lol. it was about the maths of risk, the maths of ROLLER COASTERS and the maths of ROCK as in music. woo. haha. the lecturers were cool. the roller coaster guy is actually one of the engineers who worked on the london eye. and the rock guy did his whole lecture with an electric guitar as special effects. he's goooood. haha. and his name was dr. lewney. LOL. he was like. yes yes.... that's my name alright...&lt;br /&gt;mark came back to aunty minah's house afterwards and we watched take the lead cos sad people like him and hana have not watched it yet. hahaha. so yea. had fun. we ate lotsa junk and had to rewind the movie again and again cos we were talking too much. haha.  and then we played boggle and then we watched whose line is it anyway and then mark went home at 10. haha. it was raining and he refused to take my umbrella wit him cos he wanted to get soaked. and then he was like. i'm scared i'll get raped! hahahaha. and he said he'll tell them to wait cos he needs a condom and then he'll say ok. now it's safe. rape me! HAHAHAHA.  goshhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday went to manchesterrrrr again. yay. haha. trafford centre was huge my legs hurt ouh so bad. but before that we were in picadilly and yay. saw a percussion group perform and there was this MAJOR CUTE GUY who was SO CUTE i could slap him. LOL. got loads of pictures of him but i havent uploaded it yet. will post em in my next post. for some of my very special friends. =))))) yes. special. haha.  and and and. I'M JOINING THE PERCUSSION GROUP. every tuesdays, 7.30 to 10. I WANT TO JOIN THEM. they're so cool and plus. cute guy's in it. HAHA.  anyhoos. trafford was cool. i got cool stuff from paperchase! yayyyy. and got a plain white tee. haha. plain white tee. lol. and and. what else ar. bangles! nice nice bangles. and more.  ouh and hana and i went to thornton's and shared a chocolate shot between us. haha! there was a fondue in the shop and for one pound fifty the guy'll give u a tiny cup full of chocolate for u to drink and give it back to him. lol. it was too rich for me. haha. and hana got fudge dipped in the fondue and i got the original yummy strawberries. haha. i love manchester =) ouh yeah. we also went to a german market which was just like in the movies! lol. stalls and weird stuff. haha. coooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday today, played scrabble and i LOST. haha. hana saw my note on a piece of paper finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana was angry with me when she went to bed on 25th november 2007.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm the king of castles and she's the dirty chicken. hha. love you really. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;ouh! my aunt thinks i'm lesbian and she says there's nothing wrong with it. HAHAHAHA. she'll kill me if she reads this. lol. but hey. u have to add a bit of humour in a long boring post dont u. for those kind readers who go on to the end. lol. she got the idea cos she realised that i always get guy friends and i dont go out with any. go out as in date. hah. i think relationships are cheesy, aunty. lol. and i think...&lt;br /&gt;boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. lol. boys as friends are fine, boys to admire from a distance are very fine. boys to be attached to are EW. haha. i think i can wait. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3283388855775051551?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3283388855775051551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3283388855775051551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3283388855775051551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3283388855775051551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forgot-what-i-wanted-to-type-here-sob.html' title='i forgot what i wanted to type here. sob.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-3318106518578842860</id><published>2007-11-28T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:20:51.680Z</updated><title type='text'>cautionary tales</title><content type='html'>been watching whose line is it anyway on youtube and falling in love wit jeff davis. woo. lol. and then and then. i watched this video of talking cats for the 100th time and it still gets me. lol. there's this cat going like. ooouuhh loong johnsonnn. haha! freaky kitty!&lt;br /&gt;em. going on a maths trip this friday. weeee. a maths conference in a conference hall in manchester. yay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went for band in period 3 today. emma says pirates of the caribbean is nothing without me.  i rawk. thanks. hahahah! so smug. tsk tsk .&lt;br /&gt;joe proposed to me during lunch. haha! yay. i can be a british citizen now. lolll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanish is funnnnn. i'm gooood. mr ireland went like. excellente! woo. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kenet. i really do. i just realised that i'm never gonna have a cat who can fetch. never gonna have a cat who will come to me when i call him. a cat who's bloody obedient. haha. my very own catdog, kenet. for all those reading this. ONE MINUTE OF SILENCE FOR THE LATE KENET THE CATDOG.  cat, dog and friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-one minute later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIM. haha.  why we named him kenet (small in malay)...&lt;br /&gt;we ran out of cliche names like kitty and coral and chandni, chalk, ladoo and many more and he was rather tiny when we got him. so kenet! plus, we never really thought that he would grow out of his name so the poor big kitty had to stick to being belittled. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;and notice i always refer to him as who. cos he's a person really. yeah. trust me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm... going shopping wit the family this weekend. wooooooooooooooooo. haha. manchester all over again. and then and then. i might be going to MYB (MACCLESFIELD YOUTH BANDS) with mark. HELL YEAH. haha. giggys! lol. u've gotta love em. haha. but only if i come back frm manchester in time. :S fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a bronze certificate for... em. whatsitcalled.  UK SENIOR MATHEMATICAL CHALLENGE 2007. yeah. thanks. haha. 1 guy got gold, who's like 2 years younger than everyone who took the challenge. and 1 guy got a silver and 3 girls got bronze. me emma and sophie. yay us. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nothing else for now&lt;br /&gt;hasta luego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark's teaching me french! ahha. and. i want exactly what u want. zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3318106518578842860?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3318106518578842860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3318106518578842860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3318106518578842860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3318106518578842860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/11/cautionary-tales.html' title='cautionary tales'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-3040985317053335808</id><published>2007-11-24T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T13:32:39.482Z</updated><title type='text'>discarded all the naughty nights for niceness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0ghwaAoJDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4ZvVHDMwqZE/s1600-h/P1050447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0ghwaAoJDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4ZvVHDMwqZE/s320/P1050447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136392490515440690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0ghwqAoJEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7A9FXHnKGQ8/s1600-h/P1050440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0ghwqAoJEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7A9FXHnKGQ8/s320/P1050440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136392494810408002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0ghxKAoJFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YzEdmDcpNjU/s1600-h/P1050446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0ghxKAoJFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YzEdmDcpNjU/s320/P1050446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136392503400342610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0gcjqAoJAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wcUIaowQ3q8/s1600-h/P1050438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0gcjqAoJAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wcUIaowQ3q8/s320/P1050438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136386773913969666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0gckKAoJBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xbbqZNc0tlY/s1600-h/P1050439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0gckKAoJBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xbbqZNc0tlY/s320/P1050439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136386782503904274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0gckaAoJCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WPiHwMaPCj8/s1600-h/P1050466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0gckaAoJCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WPiHwMaPCj8/s320/P1050466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136386786798871586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trip to manchester wit mark and sean. we went on the big wheel. yay. nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;getting Bs for everything again. it's so grrr. i hate bs. i want as can? ok. study hard for january lo. my fate is decided on the 23rd of january.&lt;br /&gt;band performance on 5th of december. yay. i'm excited despite their noobiness. went for band prac the other day and i played the snare for them and they got so much better so ya. they need me. the conductor kept on thanking me and asking the band to stop putting me off. haarhaar.  she calls me diane. -_- i'm not gonna bother. lol.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to update ar. cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3040985317053335808?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3040985317053335808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3040985317053335808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3040985317053335808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3040985317053335808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/11/discarded-all-naughty-nights-for.html' title='discarded all the naughty nights for niceness'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/R0ghwaAoJDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4ZvVHDMwqZE/s72-c/P1050447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-4436097501582626726</id><published>2007-11-16T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:44:38.489Z</updated><title type='text'>oopsy daisy</title><content type='html'>i forgot to write about.... mark and sean coming over. =) cos we had like 2 hr plus of free the other day so we decided to go in to town to have lunch. budden we decided to get takeaways and head over to my place (aunty minah's house. hurhur. lol.) they wanted me to show them a tour around the house so i did. haha. like so grand like that. i brought them into the study cum dining room and sean got excited over the trampoline so i put it down for him to jump on. hahaha. then we headed upstairs to show them hana's and my room. i showed them the sevensome scrapbook i got for me birthday and sean said i've got GREAT friends. heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i noe sean i noe. =) and i'm soooooooooooooooooooo happy i've got them. woo. lol. then we headed back downstairs, watched mtv while playing scrabble. i won. woo. lol. my first word was a seven-letter word. sheer dumb luck. haha. anyhoos. headed to the post office to collect a parcel for mua and then we sorta rushed back to school. haha. woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rz3xUqAoI6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kRuLskdPjz0/s1600-h/P1050072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rz3xUqAoI6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kRuLskdPjz0/s320/P1050072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133524487448830882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's mr jones! my maths teacher. the one who poked me! LOL. today was children in need day. me and annwyn went around collecting spare change in a bucket and sean and mark had their own bucket. lol. the high school kids were allowed to wear home clothes just like the sixth formers. during lunch, teachers were sponged in the field. some only la. haha. ouh! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rz3y0qAoI8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Xrxkc_Blh6k/s1600-h/P1050075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rz3y0qAoI8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Xrxkc_Blh6k/s320/P1050075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133526136716272578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click on the 2nd pic and check out that dude in the matrix coat and long rock hair. lol. so cool la! hahaaa.  anyhoos. i wanna go now. to socialize with my cousin and aunt. the house is quite quiet today. and ouh. going for a cocktail party tmw. hana's friend's house full of hana's friends but i'm gg wit sean and mark. gotta wear a dress and i'm hunting for one in town wit hana tmw. wish me luck. haha. hope i'll have fun.......&lt;br /&gt;cheerssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4436097501582626726?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4436097501582626726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4436097501582626726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4436097501582626726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4436097501582626726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/11/oopsy-daisy.html' title='oopsy daisy'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rz3xUqAoI6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kRuLskdPjz0/s72-c/P1050072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-2582592543339331657</id><published>2007-11-15T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:09:39.757Z</updated><title type='text'>boom shakalaka</title><content type='html'>ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark gave me. and i mean GAVE me. haha. kelly clarkson's latest cd. like how nice is he? haha. and kelly clarkson's on a tour so if she comes here i'll be going wit mark and his momma. funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a psychology test on tuesday and apparently i was so stressed when i went to bed, hana claimed that i was tossing and turning and repeatedly saying psychology exam in my sleep. LOL. freaky. i think i failed it. bleahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school band is performing on 5th of december. u people want to come? haha. in a church. and.. i've not been attending any band practices cos i've got extra classes every tuesdays. but i'll still be performing cos i'm cool. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally going shopping wit mark and sean next friday. looking forward to that. hope we'll have fun. mark's upset that i cant get drunk cos he wants to see me drunk. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a bonfire party during the weekend. fireworks were excellente. the best. but the bonfire was sick. haha. they had a replica of a man on top of their pile of rubbish and we all stood around to watch it BURNNNN. lol. it was soo hell-ish. haha.. and there goes pollution!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Name Game&lt;br /&gt;last spanish lesson, mr ireland asked me como te llama tu madre? and i answered mi madre se llama kader beevi and he never asked me again. lol.  my mummy has a special name ok... lol. last lesson two lessons he asked como se llama tu hermana and i said mi hermana se llama Qistina. he asked, christina si? i said. no, Qistina. he didnt learn his lesson. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;i love spanish!&lt;br /&gt;the most recent lesson which was.. yesterday, haha. we learnt about animals. and he was asking everyone what pets they've got.  can u believe that i was the only one in class who didnt have any? cos i cant believe it. haha. it's been so long since i've been pet-less. it's like. a bimbo saying she's single. no offence syara. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town wit hana yesterday after school. had fun. i got a dotty top. yay! i love the clothes here. spending too much money tho. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. harry potter's out on dvd yawwwwww! lol. but i'm not getting it anytime soon. i dont see the point. i'll get it in singapore. way cheaper. wow. can u believe i'm saying that.&lt;br /&gt;this is an unbelievable post. lol. anyhoos. i've gotta go back to school now. had 3 hours of free periods so i came home and it was a good idea! haha. cos i would have fallen asleep in school. sean's gone to manchester wit his dad and he'll be back for period 5. like so sempat la. haha. gonna get my psychology test back. like how scary is that. haha. and i'll be back home again in an hour's time. coooool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;-friendster's so random!-&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2582592543339331657?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2582592543339331657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2582592543339331657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2582592543339331657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2582592543339331657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/11/boom-shakalaka.html' title='boom shakalaka'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-4609348301775743558</id><published>2007-11-07T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:40:19.062Z</updated><title type='text'>higgledy piggledy!</title><content type='html'>heroes episode 7 is up and loading. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok quick where was i? ah. yez. ze eenlgees leszon.&lt;br /&gt;an zhen ve have ze free perriodsss&lt;br /&gt;i kennot rememberr vot heppened. reeli.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. let's move on to friday shall we?&lt;br /&gt;psychology, maths,break, maths, english, english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology, cant rmb. reli reli cant rmb. aww what a waste. i noe it was an ace week. one when i didnt feel lonely in school at all. ouh yeah. i wore the watch i got from bangkok and faye liked it. =) faye's like an extreme when it comes to hairdo and dressup. more extreme than syara. noe u noe how extremely extreme that extreme meant. haahaaa. i felt good on friday so i wore my new top and my new necklace and my new hairband. haahaa. cam fun gitu. lol.&lt;br /&gt;maths. mark was in my class again. yay! haha. somehow, when he's there, i can't do any maths sum whatsoever. lol. it's like he suck out all the maths i have in me. haha. and i'll go like. gah. i cant do it.... and he'll go like. u're supposed to be better than me!! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;break met sean in the common room. he was frantically finishing up some homework so i went to use the computer and edited my 2nd essay for english. i'm writing about women, arguing abt how they dont get treated as equals to men. hey boo. i shld have included that in the essay. haha. i'll type it out here one day. i like it. didnt think i could come up wit something like that. but annwyn and hana were like pointing out things for me to edit so it all helped. =) sean read it and he was soo like. hmmmm. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUH! now i remember what me kyle and sean did during our 3 hours++  worth of frees on thursday! hahaaa.. we did HARRY POTTER QUIZZES!! lolll.  we started of doing quizzes on emo test, chav test and geek test. haahaa. me and sean tied for emo, i think i won chav or did sean? i cant rmb and kyle won the geek one. ahahaha... and thennnnn. when it came to harry potter quizzes, i must admit, i think kyle knows more than i do cos times when i won, kyle helped me. haha. and it turns out, sean needs to brush up on his harry potter knowledge! lol. what a sinner. hahaha. ok i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aytes. back to friday period 3, maths.&lt;br /&gt;mark came back after break with a pink piggy bank. haha! so kewt la. and i took it straight away and went like spiderpig spiderpig... lol. how cliche. haha. he got it from a friend who went on holiday. dadada. more maths.&lt;br /&gt;lunch, ok, i've sort of messed this day up havent i? cos lunch was when i met sean in the common room and i went to edit my essay and hana and annwyn pointed things out to me. during break, i followed hana to the lrc to print stuff out yadiyada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english wit miss mclean, I LOST MY THUMBDRIVE. greg and joe were like, check ur pockets! ask helen! lalala. it was NOWHERE. i texted hana and sean but no answers. sat through the whole of english lesson doodling while the rest were working on their 2nd essay. -_- and 15 mins b4 class ended i decided to start on my commentary. and SCOTT!! I THINK YOU SHOULD NAME YOUR REVIEW ON THE ARCTIC MONKEYS, FLORESCENT ADOLESCENT!!! sigh. how do i tell him?? haha. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english wit ms burke, greg decides to sit next to me bcos he thinks i'm clever. note: thinks. hahaha. ms burke had gone to pick her ill son up from school so she left us work to do. tried to do my work in the midst of being poked in the ribs every 10 seconds when i stop writing. dumdidum and i was home. =)&lt;br /&gt;ouh hang on....&lt;br /&gt;that wasnt the end of friday!&lt;br /&gt;aunty minah had a table booked at cafe rosanero. the best italian cafe everrrr. like evaa and evvvaaaa. haha. the food was DA BEST .haha. cos the owner of the place, this guy from italy wit a weird accent, cooked the food like on the spot. and it's fine dining and i MEAN fine. ouh so fine. we had pasta all three of us and it was all sooooo goooood. however, only I thought so. haha! aunty minah and hana didnt think it was that great. i had pasta wit mussels and clams wit white sauce, hana, pasta wit salmon and reddish sauce, aunty minah, clams and sth i cant rmb. i finished mine, aunty minah finished hers, i helped hana finish hers as well. haha. was i just reli super  hungry that night or did i enjoy the food? loll.. and then hana n i had chocolate fudge cake and we headed home in the colddddddddddddd. wore my new coat and new boots and hana wore her new boots. we attempted to run home in our boots. and i did a phoebe jogging scene. hahaa. fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, aunty minah's friends came over and we had dhaal and fried prawns. winner. haha&lt;br /&gt;i think her name was katharine i cant rmb but she's the coolest i tell u. she's a head teacher in the coolest school ever. imagine ur principal wit a pierced nose, cycling to school. she's a total hippie. haha. and her school rocks. it's a primary school and the kids have a choice to wear a different coloured top to school in a range of colours. she said 6 years is a long time to wear the same clothes everyday. so if they feel red, they can wear red, if they feel green, they can wear green. hahaha. i think it's the colours of the rainbow. hmm. and then, when she was showing us pictures of her school, she opened this picture of a boy swinging on a bar with his friends and went like. that's a bad picture! i've told him SO many times NOT to do that! and he still does! such a rebel! but i love matt. he's a good boy. hahaha... she's reli reli kewt la. and then she told us about how in assemblies, if kids are giggling away, she wont stop them bcos there was this time when she was in a meeting wit someone from china or sth, part of that someone's name was bum. hahaa. so when she was reading bum's name she started to giggle but tried to disguise it as a cough and ended up looking like she had fits. hahaha! so she told her kids that whenever she insists that they can help it to not giggle, they should just say bum. loll...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this dear lady also came up with the idea of me getting married to a british citizen so i can get my visa way more easily. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;she went like. how old are you?? you should get married!!! hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;need to get my mummy's permission. LOL. and no maapilai laa. LOLlol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. had a game of scrabble. and i super duper won! i'm the king of castles, they're the dirty rascals.. hahahaa. but when i won, i actually sang i'm the king of rascals. LOL. i love aunty minah and hana. =)) hana always win in boggle except on rare occasions when my brain decides to triumph and go against all odds. LOL. and aunty minah usually wins scrabble but sometimes i win because i either get help or i take all the time in the world to figure out a seven letter word and it works la! i've never done so many seven-letter words in my life till now. haha!&lt;br /&gt;after scrabble....,&lt;br /&gt;went for a walk with hana and aunty minah. i cant rmb the park's name but i was niceeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;went to feed DUCKIES!!!! with breaddddd. i taughtt a duck to fetch la sey. hahahaha. good aiming. cool ducks. coool.&lt;br /&gt;and then we headed up a hill as the sun was setting so the view was amazing and i just HAD to have a pic of myself in the air. hana and i ended up jumping and jumping and losing our breaths while aunty minah snapped away. haahaa. FUN. =)&lt;br /&gt;headed back down, the three of us went on swings for a while and then headed to get ourselves fish and chips. walked for abt 20 mins only to find that the shop was closed so we continued to walk to another one for another 10 or 20 mins which was also closed. haha. ended up walking into this kebab shop which was HALALLLLLL. nyanyanya. so we each got chips and i got a chicken drumstick to have wit my rice and dhall when we got home. weeee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write up to here for now. heroes season 7 is fully loaded and waiting for mua!&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;-dynaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i found my thumbdrive in my pocket....... huahua!! greg was like...  i thought so. stewpid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4609348301775743558?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4609348301775743558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4609348301775743558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4609348301775743558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4609348301775743558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/11/heroes-episode-7-is-up-and-loading.html' title='higgledy piggledy!'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-7512444189258498785</id><published>2007-11-07T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:52:50.608Z</updated><title type='text'>back to school.</title><content type='html'>second half of the term.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;psychology, maths, break,free,lunch,espanol,free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology handed in my essay with my nose in the sky. haha. so proud of myself!! lol. i did holiday homework. like how good is that? lol. wait till u hear wat i got for this essay. nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths with mrs mcguigan was the best on this day cos......&lt;br /&gt;the normal class sat down and then all of a sudden the people from the other maths group came in as well. and along came mark who sat right next to me. YAY. haha. he was like. weeeee! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break met sean and kyle in the common room. boo. i cant rmb much but i noe it was a nice day. =))&lt;br /&gt;free cant rmb still.&lt;br /&gt;lunch, me and sean met mark near the roundabout and we headed off to tescos... yay. it felt nice to walk wit friends. haha. we each got a chocolate bar and bottled drink, mark got a sandwich, payed together gether, cam sweet gitu. lol. then we headed back and mark confessed that he's bi. SO I HAVE DEFINITELY FOUND FAIRUL. lollll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espanol was da best. lol. learnt how to say stuff like i have 2 brothers and one sister. and their names are yadiyada. i was like. ouh gawd. they've all got sibling with names like, tom, dick and harry and mine have names like ridjal qistina and rafsanjani! lol. i'm so cool. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home wit hana. we went into town so i could get A PEN. wee. lol. ouh and i needed to wee so i was walking around the store non stop while hana took all the time in the world to decide if she should get some craft stuff or not. -_-. lolll. Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;english, free, break, free, lunch, psychology, free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i handed in my english homework o so happily. only me and scott handed it in. like standing ovation please! haha...eh eh. dayana. syok sendiri sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued-&lt;br /&gt;gotta go back to school for spanish now. had 2 hrs of nothing to do so i came home. so malas to go back la...&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7512444189258498785?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7512444189258498785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7512444189258498785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7512444189258498785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7512444189258498785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-school.html' title='back to school.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-8516578185039714027</id><published>2007-11-03T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:26:12.819Z</updated><title type='text'>if i'm your rockstar, you're my?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Ry0Cs4lglzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tjfiWXMiNew/s1600-h/wana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128758520772073266" style="FLOAT: left; 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La Cantina. nyaha. they had reli nice spanish music on i sooooo felt like salsa-ing. haha. and and. like as tho i dont miss band and my life back in singapore enough already, they played OYE COMO VA........ MI RIT MO. BUENO PAGOSAR.. MULATA... nyanya. coolios. me and aunty minah had a lovely lovely meal of tapas-es haha. we had prawns, squid, salmon fish cake and more. NICEEE NICEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;when we came back home, hana and friends were already home and had started a game of cranium. i joined in cos they were short of players and played with annwyn and hana. dan jake and imie were in the other team. my group won. yay. aha. and then they went home and annwyn stayed over. we played boggle and hana won as usual and then watched stick it this movie about gymnastics ladida. i fell asleep 1/4 through hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokez. i best be off...&lt;br /&gt;the last two bites of my chicken burger are waiting for mua. heh&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;p.s: HEROES SEASON 2 EPISODE 6 IS OUTTTT!!!! WOOOOHOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7880142312096589431?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7880142312096589431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7880142312096589431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7880142312096589431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7880142312096589431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/10/hear-hear.html' title='Hear, hear!'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-7899781660110148387</id><published>2007-10-28T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:26:51.875Z</updated><title type='text'>mameemoo</title><content type='html'>clock's gone an hour earlier. yesterday at 1a.m it was 12 midnight. =D&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me. haha. so we cool people in england get an extra hour to play scrabble and win. yay! hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half term break's been fine. :D  went shopping in stockport wit hana on tuesday. funnnn. nyaha. tried on some nice nice dresses but i only got what i needed. a long green coat. =)) and knee high boots. wooooo. ladidadida.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at subway. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went shopping at tescos just now. also fun. and aunty minah had a taxi booked to pick us and the shopping up. haha. and the taxi was big and comfy. sort of like the ones stars travel about in when they're heading to a video shooting or sth. so i started waving and giving flying kisses to the trees and walls we passed... hahaaaaa. learnt a new phrase from aunty minah.&lt;br /&gt;act your own age not your shoe size... nyahakz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out in a while to a SPANISH RESTAURANT for dinner wit deary aunty minah. =) hana's off wit her friends at pizza express. and they're all gonna come back her and annwyn's staying the night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh ya. went for annwyn's cellar warming party yesterday. twas cool. haha. i like her house. three-storey and 2 cats and one dog and i think there's more but that was all i saw. haha. the dog seriously sounds like a wild boar. hahaa. the cats are keewwwtttt.. freya and harry. harry's got the nicest stripes ever. and freya's plain black. i want a plain black cat. zo cool. haha. soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;i'll name it..... shitty. HAHA.  here shitty shitty shitty. yay. so me and mark's grandad have got cats named shitty. lol.&lt;br /&gt;annwyn also had a piano and i had a nice time. lol.&lt;br /&gt;mark's too busy to take me and sean out. sob. haha. so we might go out next week. but it's okay. i'm happy staying at HOME. haha. i love home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. toodly doos!&lt;br /&gt;imma go watch mcfly perform on uk kids' choice awards on nickelodean. tom felton was there. ouh and there's a show in manchester that fred and george weasley are gonna narrate so i'm HOPING it's not over yet and we'll be gg. and and and. WE'RE GONNA GO WATCH STOMP! YAYYY. toodles.=)&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7899781660110148387?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7899781660110148387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7899781660110148387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7899781660110148387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7899781660110148387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/10/mameemoo.html' title='mameemoo'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-4646430940229024848</id><published>2007-10-24T04:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T05:32:58.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tingtingtang.</title><content type='html'>friday was the last day of half term. having a week and a half of holiday now. half term break. dont ask me. haha. breast cancer day, we were encouraged to wear pink or dress up as pink faeries. nyaha. people turned up in tutus and tiaras. lol. i saw this guy walking around with a fluffy pink tiara with birthday girl on it. and this other guy wore a striking pink bikini over his tshirt. super funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday- slumber party at lynn's (aunty minah's friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to the viceroy's for dinner. halal meat! MEAT! hahaa. had bangla chicken and king prawn butterfly, me all time favourite. IT'S JUST SO NICE!! afterwards, lynn drove us to her house and we sang along to the sound of music. haha. and i had her cat on my lap! WOO! ouh. first things first. lynn's house is like ones u can find on mtv cribs. it's thuper duper nithe! gaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rx7I6DE-etI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1SEMCkNRRzk/s1600-h/P1040795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rx7I6DE-etI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1SEMCkNRRzk/s320/P1040795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124754325578349266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one big house, surrounded by acres of land she owns and a guest house as well. bravo! brava! yadiyada.&lt;br /&gt;not a brill pic but u get the idea. the view from the dining room is fantastic. lazy to post more pics. haha i use up all that energy in sevensome. blogspot.. lol. anyhoos, the slumber 'partay' was greattt. after sound of music, we each headed to our respective allocated rooms. i was the only one on the first floor but who cares. I LOVE THE GUEST ROOM. it's tiny but it's soooo pwetty! kk! one more pic!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rx7J3zE-euI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wyfO3xMNA2k/s1600-h/P1040764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rx7J3zE-euI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wyfO3xMNA2k/s320/P1040764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124755386435271394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee! the mattress on the bed is like heat-up-able. hahaa. so if u wet the bed, u get electrocuted. lol. it's sooo nice and comfy. and the carpeted floor is purple and it matches wit wat u see in the piccy. and there's tv wit cable and dvd and cassette player. can it get any better? o yes it can! the view is the same as the dining room's. hills and the city. woots! i stayed up for a bit and watch Green Mile and cried on me own. gosh. u have to watch it. NOW! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys. to be continued. it's 5.30am. bed time. hehehehehehuhuhuhuhumuahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-4646430940229024848?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/4646430940229024848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=4646430940229024848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4646430940229024848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/4646430940229024848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/10/tingtingtang.html' title='tingtingtang.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rx7I6DE-etI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1SEMCkNRRzk/s72-c/P1040795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-5312955776055315248</id><published>2007-10-18T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:06:44.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I FORGOT</title><content type='html'>yesterday, played truth or dare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got dared to poke mr jones and say bother.. hahaha. and i did it... lol&lt;br /&gt;and then today..., in maths class wit mrs mcguigan, mr jones came in, poked me, and went out of class. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;mark and jade stood outside of maths class today and were like waving and mouthing things at me.. haha. that felt nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in psychology, ms davis drew a graph thingy and then i think it was ben again. he went like. OH MY GOD! because of sth else. and ms davis went like.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! it's overwhelming isnt it? the graph. and me drawing it out. makes it even more wow! hahahahaha.. are u alright ben? are u ready now to take it all in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a few days ago mark shouted my name in psychology before class started. i turned around and he screamed. BOBLINGS! hahaha.. his boss's name is bob and he's decided to name all his kids bobs so they're all boblings. lolllllll. and it kills me when he says it. so that was his motive. make me burst out laughing. he succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought in kuehs to school today.  mummy sent me all the way from singapore. cost 93 bux. I LOVE MUMMY. SHE BAKED IT ALL! SHE RAWKS. nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;and they all loved it. but i brought in seaweeds as well. and they all think i'm alien. haha! can u believe it? seaweeds? they taste so normal but come to think of it, if u were given a green rectangular thing, u'll be like ew as well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{school's cool}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-5312955776055315248?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/5312955776055315248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=5312955776055315248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5312955776055315248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5312955776055315248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-forgot.html' title='I FORGOT'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-2732563924731040147</id><published>2007-10-10T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:48:03.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>not so continued..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HELLO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had team building on period 5 on tuesday. =) was fun. in groups of 6, we had to create human structures. haha. started off with letters. A, Z, and more. and then we did things like. race car, sun, tree, flower, cloud and many more. lol. funnnn. but my group lost their semangatness soon enough. roar. but still. it was cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for band wit emma after mark whispered creepily into my ear, i'll see you tmw lol.&lt;br /&gt;we played pirates of the caribbean. cool. but. give me a break miss didcote. i played a rhythm right and she was soooo proud of me!! roar. these people need to know who drumnerd is. aha. ok. dont get so cocky ar dyna. u're not the best. gee. i like to talk to myself dont i? haha. after potc we played a march. no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got homeeeeeee. happy happy. =) i love home. home is nice. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's quite fun. it was mark's bdae. =) HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARKKKK!!!! haha. he wore a badge on his vest that said I'M 17! lol. i poked him 17 times and wished him happy birthday. haha. had elm house assembly. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i lost track of where i was going wit this post cos it was typed a week ago. lol. ladidadida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.davis&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you how my psychology teacher conducts her lessons. haha. she rawks i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago, she put coloured papers and markers on our tables and made us draw posters with key points of what we'd learnt so far and put loud music on. started off with bohemian rhapsody and then spice girls, (YOOOO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!) ms.dynamiteeheee. and arctic monkeys.and moreee. thennn, in the middle of class, this girl from another class came in and said her class was doing some fundraising so they're doing this game for all classes to guess the number of maltesers in a jar. it was one pound a go but ms davis said she'll pay for anyone who wants to have a go. so the whole class ended up doing it. and thennnnnn... the next day we were told that it was AN EXPERIMENT. hahaa. ms davis set it up to see if we would conform and yadiyada. so yes. psychology's fun. and then only today, she made us copy down ten numbers, and then scribble it out, and then copy it again and then scribble it out and again and again. haha. only to tell us that this psychologist did that to a group of ppl and they continued for 6 hours.. lolll. and then one day she just happily came up to my group's table when we were doing work and went like.. DID YOU KNOW?? the fbi in america are training to kill people with only their minds. because apparently we can do much more with our minds as we're only using like a small percentage of our brain so yes. like matilda. haha. now that's kewlll. lolll.&lt;br /&gt;to conclude this paragraph, i'll tell you  one last incident to prove she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;she offered one guy in the class a box of tissue when she made fun of him and she told us to take out our psychology booklets as she countdown-ed. she went like. 10, 9, 8, 7, six, Five, FOur, THRee, TWO, OOONNNEEE. AAAAAHHH! hahaha... wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've also got crazy STUDENTS in our psychology class. for example, Ben. he raises his hand up when miss asks a qn and then goes like... *blank* i dunno actually. i dun even noe y i put my hand up. hmmm.. sometimes he attempts to answer it and goes like.. is it like... oh wait, i lost it. hahaaa.. seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl in my english class thought that there were dinosaurs in chester zoo.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr davies&lt;br /&gt;my eng lit teacher's pretty crazy as well.&lt;br /&gt;we spent a whole of eng lit coursework lesson discussing mr davies wit ms hanks. about how he LOVES taking his right shoe off and playing around with it while talking to the class. and how the girls are disgusted by his holed socks and how he once said he'd rather nail his cock on a table than hit a child.. -_-. we couldnt go on with othello for the rest of the lesson. anytime iago says anything that ends wit ck, they burst out laughing.. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was kewl. had a play in assembly. funnnn. nothing like singapore plays. ahha. it was a drive safely thingy so i sort of had a minor flashback. haha. it still terrifies me reli. i think i'll be the slowest driver on the road. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh btw, SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!! it's aidilfitri and i've sent aidil-adha ecards to everyone.... -_- wth dyna wth! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday sunday was AWESOMEEEEEE(NEWD STYLE)[cory in the house]&lt;br /&gt;birmingham's coooool. checked in. dropped our bags, chilled and then window shopped! tried on stuffff and yadiyada. funneeesss. i LOVE hnm even tho i still dont have ANY clothes from hnm!! hahaaa. soon soon. and then and then. we watched OTHELLO which was just soooo amazing. british theatre kicks singapore theatre's ass! hahaa. :x sorry. lol. and then we walked back to the hotel but stopped at a stall for a bit. aunty minah wanted to get some chips but i couldnt help stare at the fried chicken calling out to me. hahaha. aunty minah said it wasnt halal but my instincts told me to LOOK AROUND and there it was... HALAL CERTIFICATE!! NYAHAHAHAHA. hahaha. so i got chicken and was happier than super happy. lol. got back to the hotel and we observed birmingham's night life from our hotel room window. it was soooooo sims-like. ahha. but really. i wish. i wish. i'll be there one day. well not drinking o'cos. just having fun. with a group of mates. =)&lt;br /&gt;the next day, had breakfast. no ham, no bacon. just bread, bread and more bread. hahaha. and boiled egg. hmm. and they say i'm gonna lose weight. right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and then and then. my wish came through. played pool with aunty minah.. hahaha. yayyyyy! i love pool. i miss pool.=) and then we went for more window shopping and then we went home. boy am i good at telling u about a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday i didnt go to school. was sick sick sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i went in late. mark gave me a hug when he saw me. =) i only told him i was sick AFTER that. hahaha. the week before, he told me he was leaving tythy and was gonna attend fally instead for some particular reason and my whole world came crashing down. hahahaha. but thennnnn, that day as i was walking home, i got a text from mark saying... HE'S NOT LEAVING ME!!! nyanyanya. haha. oh god, please give me more friends. haha. hello emma, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;eh. psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i retook my english test today. ok. we had this english terminology test. when i took it last week or so, i thought i major screwed it up. and then it turned out that i got highest in class.. -_- i still screwed it up anyway. haha. she made the whole class retake it and i wasnt it so i only retook it today and i took 5 mins. =) full marks for me. nyanyanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmw we're prolly gonna get our maths test back. the other class's highest is 44/50. go dyna, go dyna. buhuhahahaha. what a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokez. i have no idea what i just said. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerssssss&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-2732563924731040147?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/2732563924731040147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=2732563924731040147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2732563924731040147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/2732563924731040147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-so-continued.html' title='not so continued..'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-9152396638456442133</id><published>2007-10-09T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:31:14.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>citizenship day</title><content type='html'>are u ready kids???&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear yaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was citizenship day and we didnt have any lessons at alllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark was the sweetest thing ever yesterday. haha. he went like. i wanna ask u sth. but i asked at the same time, what have u got now? haha. and he was like. have u got a free now? and i said yes. and he went like, that's not what i wanted to ask. laugh laugh laugh and then he asked. can i sit next to u in form for the rest of the year? i was like. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... of course you can!! hahaa.. yay mark yay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;ok so back to today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had form breakfast.ate croissants and chocolate muffins! =))) (i can't fast.) and then we had to head to the LRC for a talk and sam said she likes my hoody. =)) haha. &lt;br /&gt;and then went to the LRC and sat beside MARK! hahahaaa. ok today was mark day. haha&lt;br /&gt;he went and sat beside greg and it was like a guy's corner. i was surrounded by guys. help? haha. but sean was in front of me and i poked him. yay. hahaha. way to go dyna. scare off ur one and only friend. lolll. so anyway, i was talking to mark when all of a sudden this guy pulls my hood. i turned behind and the guy was like beaming and he said. hello, i dont know u. hahahah. i was like... eh.. haha. hello? lol. and went back to talking to mark. lol. had a talk on volunteering. for stuff like whale watching, doing sth along the great wall of china and watching sea turtles or sth. how kewl is that??? haha. signed up for it. dunno what's gonna happen. lol. &lt;br /&gt;then mr davies talked about target setting.. and then we had self analysis in our own forms. ouh ouh ouh! mark's got a poem published in the US. major kewl!!! kudos to mark! woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break, mark made sure i'll wait for him outside the LRC for our next assembly. haha. me sean and kyle hung out in E5 and played HANGMAN! loll... sean did one that was impossible. i'm not gonna say it here. gonna come back to singapore and try it on every single one of you!! hahaha. actually, i dont think i remember it. ouh wait, yes i do. weeeee. lol. u just wait! haha.&lt;br /&gt;after break went to meet mark outside the lrc and went in. hand in hand haha. mark's plain sweet. ok now i'm obsessed wit mark. ahah. had a quiz among groups. me, mark, sean, emma, anna and james in a group. we failed the quiz people! haha. it was a cool quiz. =) i only contributed in one question... what does j.k stand for in j.k.rowling. lalala. i bet none of u noe!! joanne kathleen!!! weee. hahaaa. and then there was a section for classical music. and mr davies plays pieces by mozart and some other person. :0 haha. and then there was a section on pop music. i thought it was gonna be easy. i didnt noe ANY of it... haha. and then there was a section on.... artists. mr davies showed pics of portraits and we had to identify the artist. wth?? haha. we got one right though. picasso. and there was also movies. he flashed pics from movies and i spelled grease as greece. why dyna why? haha. general knowledge was cool. cool quiz cool quiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch, went back to E5 but got ms burkes to open E4 for us since she was doing work in E5. played more hangman. haha. and we made up our own quiz to make ourselves feel better cos the one we had before pulled our self esteem way down. lol. i had one on lord of the rings, sean had one on geography and kyle had one on geography as well. random random questions. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, registration. after that... jeng jeng jeng. sex ed. -_-&lt;br /&gt;haha.... lame laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued tmw.. no mood liao&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;tata!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-9152396638456442133?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/9152396638456442133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=9152396638456442133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9152396638456442133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/9152396638456442133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/10/citizenship-day.html' title='citizenship day'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-6936956752925467938</id><published>2007-10-05T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:36:39.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>misses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;last day of half term, breast cancer day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress up as pink fairies. 12JD will be organising Quidditch. :o! haha. school's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms hanks wasnt in eng lit class today so the girls were fooling ard. kyle drew on the board, rosie logged on to the laptop and we watched potter puppets. MAJOR FUNNY. haha. kyle drew harry potter ron and hermione and yadiyada. and then they went on and on about harry potter. even though i didnt say anything i was happy still.. haha. and then i put potter's soundtrack on my phone and they all loved me.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nailed my first maths test. standing ovation people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean's seen Lagaan. WTH?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark gave me a hug and wants to claim the title of first guy in tythy to give me a hug. he settled with first guy in year 12. haha. he loves the poke-ing game! i also give him the title of first guy to make me scream. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to-do list&lt;br /&gt;-english lit essay&lt;br /&gt;-plan 2nd english essay. persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;-eng lit; iago's relationship wit other characters&lt;br /&gt;-psychology; minority influence dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thorough update soon.&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;-dyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-6936956752925467938?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/6936956752925467938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=6936956752925467938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6936956752925467938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/6936956752925467938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/10/misses.html' title='misses'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-5646798889571735578</id><published>2007-09-25T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:03:00.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer.</title><content type='html'>hola! i've got spanish tomorrow (today).. oooooo. hahaha. hmm. oh well. just came back from band. lord, save me. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free, eng lit, break, free, lunch, pse, maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana's back in school wit me!! weeeeeee. haha. it was nice to finally go out of the house with someone, let me just add another word there, healthy. lol. walked walked walked. ladidadida and we listened to some music on our way as well. hana refused to allow me to play my music out loud. 'i'm gonna pretend i dont noe u unless u stop acting like a complete chav.' blabber blabber. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after morning registration, i went straight to the sixth form common room. was major happy when i saw annwyn on the computer . haha. monday blues gives u extra excitement when u spot something go the way u want. try and understand me here.. lol. anyway. i sat beside annwyn and logged on to the computer next to hers. for reasons i know not. haha. chirpy chirpy chirp in comes sean. lol. heya. hello! lalala. he sat in between me n annwyn and we bored ourselves for the next hour. haha. played spider solitaire, hearts, that mine thingy, and tried to open internet games but failed. stupid school computers. haha. and then we settled with listening to songs on my mp3 player while annwyn did her german project. gah. haha. i got lyrics for la camisa negra and we 'sang-along' lol. the only part sean got was cama cama caman baby. hahahaha.  it was reli funny. bell rang. headed for eng lit. read through othello. learnt more of Iago's mischiefs and discussed more abt the play. well, they did anyway. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for break wit sean. and the boy didnt eat still. we were bored out of our minds. he did biology, i attempted to read wise children. after break, free. great. more boredom. however, sean found a solution soon enough. GOOGLE EARTH! gosh it's AMAZING... lollll. i travelled all around the world in 2 hours. sat down mind you so butt was like sore when i got up to head for afternoon registration. but anyway. it was fun. hahaha. we went to singapore first but i failed to recognise the place. it's only been two months! what's wrong wit me? haha.. and then we went to south africa and sean showed me his school and home. so kewl la! and then we went to antarctica, australia, sydney harbour, new zealand, wellington=)), india, taj mahal =))))))), china. tried to find the great wall but it was nowhere to be seen. haha. crap. it was meant to be like visible from space la please! lol. ok then we went to hmm... germany, and then to spain, portugal and blablabl. and then we went back to singapore and i managed to find pasir ris drive 6 and coral!! woooo. lol. and i saw that long pathway towards whitesands!!!! and got so excited.... lolll.  and then i showed him the esplanade, downtown east, sentosa, merlion and victoria concert hall. lol. oh well. bell rang and attempted to walk straightly but woah. butt too cramp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pse we had a talk in a tech lab. about the joshua foundation. it was kewl. had to raise like 3,000 pounds if u wanna go to australia next summer. tet. i'm out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;maths, usual.&lt;br /&gt;walked home wit hana banana.. gheee. i like it that way. =))&lt;br /&gt;went to town and walked around for a bit. hana got herself some nose studs and we went shoppin for foooood at tescos. it's a reli bad idea to go into tescos when u're fasting. u want everything! gosh.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, english lit, break, english lit, lunch, maths, psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning registration... got a yellow slip from mrs burke... it means u've been praised by a teacher. and guess who it was from.... jeng jeng... mr jones.. for maths... haha.. so lame laaaaaa. lol. me emma and sophie got one each. whoopee?&lt;br /&gt;english went to comp lab at the tech building. typed out music. greg went like.. what's the point in typing it out when u're handwriting's the same font anyway? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;english lit. twas fun. we sat in our own groups of three. i was with jade and what's-her-name :S. we read a few pages out loud and discussed the scenes among our groups. it was better that way. i felt more confident to read it out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;now a whole lotta woman.. needs a whole lot moreeeee....&lt;br /&gt;sorry. listening to big girls you are beautiful.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;anway. yeah. literature was fun. we might be going to watch othello in birmingham as a class. cooooll.... p.s: my literature class has got like 12 ppl? lol.&lt;br /&gt;break, went to see ms davis wit hana to ask her if i could skip extra psychology class that day so i could go for the first band practice. and she let me!! i love love her. lol. i went like. cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;eng lit again but wit mr davies. the one b4 break was wit ms hanks. wasnt as fun. i didnt do my homework...:( we had to read like 70 pages. i'm a snail when it comes to reading sir. please. haha.. and the book's too sophisticated for such an amateur lit kid.. *pouts lips*... lolll. woah.. i'm getting better at writing... haha. but how i wish i could write like shakespeare. woo! so noone in the world but me can understand myself. haha.. i think that IS sort of the case scenario here aint it? shut up dyna..&lt;br /&gt;our homework for eng lit on that day was to cast the characters in wise children. hmm. fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch. talked wit sean, annwyn and hana.  usuals.. can't rmb much of this.&lt;br /&gt;maths.. mr jones mr jones mr jones.. haha. when i think of what jc students in singapore are doing for maths, i feel embarrassed. i'm not even gonna say what we're doing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology. essay questions!! gaaah... speedwriting all over again. not back there yet.  get me get me? left the class at 3.20 while the rest went on wit class. headed for band all excited and stuff. woo. ouh. i walked the wrong way and made a u-turn towards the music block.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band....&lt;br /&gt;hmm....... zzzzzz.. please get better please get better. well.. it was quite bad. but it was only the first practice so what did i expect sia? musart or sth? haha. and plus plus, they were not just a college band, it was secondary and college combine.. sooo. ya. they played like. advanced standard of excellence stuff. schubert dance suite. i was playing the triangle for the first two movements and guiding the boy playing the snare and bass. he couldnt read or count well.. hmm.. and then third movement i played snare and bass. yes. shoo boy shoo. haha. ouh and i was also guiding the boy playing the triangle. hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;p.s: the band has a record-breaker of 12 members..&lt;br /&gt;4 flutes, 3 clarinets, 1 sax, 1 english horn, 1 cornet, 2 percussionists.&lt;br /&gt;bibbetybobbityboo..&lt;br /&gt;annwyn said it'll get better. i hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology, maths, break, free, lunch, spanish!, free&lt;br /&gt;roar. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology, ms davis was off to the zoo wit the year 13s. my cousin's class. haha. so we had a free period but she gave us work to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh hang on hang on! i had assembly today... lol. elm house assembly. it was one of the best assemblies i've ever been to! woo. lol. it's european language day or sth so there were many kids introducing themselves in welsh, finnish, german, spanish and french. sounded major kewl all of em. i was like smiling to myself.. haha. and then these kids sang eidelweis in german. and at the end of it this girl was like pulling her voice. wahseh. clap clap. loll. how come ALL of em have got reli good singing voice? no fair la.. lol. and thennnn this teacher told us that some german kids have arrived for an exchange. KEWL. haha. when i looked at the group of em i was like. what the... they all look just like the kids in tythy. BUT. amazing how the kids in tythy prolly think they look very different. hmmmm....  at the start of the assembly they played this reli reli funny jibberish-y song. the singer was like. brrrrrrr. gobbledygobbledy. hahaha. i also dunno. and they had some funny signs from all around the world on powerpoint. they should have included ones from india that said 'parking at the backside.' haha! and ones on the back of lorries in india that said 'please horn'. i'm serious. lol. ouh. there was this sign for a kindergarten that read learn ur ACBs right or sth.. wth.. haha. and... i cant rmb the rest leh. but they were all funny....! darn.&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;back to psychology.. walked to psychology wit mark and anna. they're fun ppl to talk to. =) and then attendance was taken in psychology and we were free to go off wherever we wanted to do our work so i obviously headed for the sixth form common room. the only place i go to other than my classes. haha. and mark caught wit me. yay mark. listen to this. he's never heard of malay b4. haha. so kewl la! i mean. i know that not EVERYONE in the world noes there's such a language as malay but it's bizarre to KNOW someone hu's not HEARD of it...  haha..ok so we both went to the common room and did our psychology work... and he was like timing his work. he took 16 mins to answer an 18 marks qn. i took 16 mins to answer a 6 marks qn. right. lol..&lt;br /&gt;bell rang, headed for maths..&lt;br /&gt;mcguigan's class. brain wasnt functioning well. but i got through it. =)&lt;br /&gt;funny incident: i looked up and saw emma wit a screwed up face after drinking her water. she almost spluttered water out when she saw my face. i didnt realise i was looking more screwed up than her.. haha. i was like squashing my face up cos there just too many numbers on my worksheet. hahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break. met sean. headed for the 6th form common room. boo. where else? tell me? where else?? aha.... talked talked talked. did some work. amazingly. haha. he went to attempt to talk to kyle, i continued wit my psychology. then lunch, annwyn joined us and i looked through her grade 7 practical books. crazy bitch..hahaha. she headed for piano class in the middle of lunch and me and sean decided to secretly stalk her. lol. cos annwyn's not comfortable wit people listening to her when she's playing.. so we stood outside of her piano class, listening to her play scales and practice her song... without her knowing. haha. but we almost got lost trying to find the class.. lol. anyway.. stood out there listening, and then i decided to go and set up the drum set in the steel band room. i miss my drumsssss!!! =((. so yeah. i played a beat but was super scared cos didnt get no permission. haha. so we ran out when we heard people coming and went back to the listen-to-annwyn scheme. haha. and he told me how he could play hotel california a bit on the guitar and i told him how idrus rawks at that and how i LOVE LOVE LOVE hotel california and how me and idrus had guitar and piano exchange programmes for a few times. lol. and then, when a teacher passed by, sean asked if we could have a go on the drum set and the teacher was like.. ya sure! just dont make so much noise... right. drum set, not so much noise? no link sir.. haha. anyway, we headed for the drum room again but the teacher then decided to ask us if we were in the same class as someone. u shld have seen our faces. ??*blank*??  and wth? haha.&lt;br /&gt;he went like, arent u in the same class as the other german kids or sth. HAHA! he thought we were the german exchange kids!! lol. we should have gone like. no sir. he's from south africa and i'm from singapore. nice to meet u. we got lost. lol... but anyway. we told him no but sean went like. we're german exchange kids if that's what it takes to get to play the drums... ahah. the teacher laughed and walked off. i was still laughing for quite a while. lol. and sean said i look german. WTH? haha. he said that i could pass off as a german and he could not. but i was like. he can pass off as a german. i'm nowhere near! reli reli funny eh when u look at each other from different perspectives. the kids here think all indians look the same while i think all white ppl look the same. ahah.. ok anywayyy..... got to the drumset and riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnngggg.... lunch was over. lol. exactly at the point when sean hit the hi hat. haha. on the dot. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;headed for afternoon registration and then spanish.&lt;br /&gt;sean's first spanish class. i warned him before that mr ireland's crazy.... haha. i think he got it now. lol.  and i cant believe i still rmb this. mi cumpleanos es el dieciocho junio. cooool. haha. my bdae's on the 18th of june.. lalala. ouh and guess what he tried to make us do in the last ten minutes of spanish??? SALSA! lol. the 6 of us had to spread out at the back of the class and 'dance'. i headed straight for the table at the back and sat down. lol. it was basic salsa and he claimed that he's gonna make us do it for the rest of the year. tsk! lol... lame laaaa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;bell rang. went to find ms gannon to ask for permission to go hommeeee since both sean and i had a free on period 5....  and we got permission and zoooooom. HOME HOME HOME. weeee! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the one-eyed cat on the way home. i almost broke into tears when it responded to my. 'KITTY!! GUCHI GUCHI MEOW MEOW.!!' hahaha....  sean went to macds, i went home.&lt;br /&gt;THE END. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokez. gotta go prepare for buka now. CHAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-long enough-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-5646798889571735578?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/5646798889571735578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=5646798889571735578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5646798889571735578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/5646798889571735578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/09/bummer.html' title='bummer.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-7960049707114270673</id><published>2007-09-23T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:11:38.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Feverrrrrr</title><content type='html'>that's england toilets for ya. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/RvbDjD5UghI/AAAAAAAAACU/k-E_HOIjd0k/s1600-h/P1040321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/RvbDjD5UghI/AAAAAAAAACU/k-E_HOIjd0k/s320/P1040321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113489434034340370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva8NT5UgfI/AAAAAAAAACE/7GX8tMQ7kWk/s1600-h/P1040324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva8NT5UgfI/AAAAAAAAACE/7GX8tMQ7kWk/s320/P1040324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113481363790791154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva7nD5UgbI/AAAAAAAAABk/AUBn_p9nOQY/s1600-h/P1040308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva7nD5UgbI/AAAAAAAAABk/AUBn_p9nOQY/s320/P1040308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113480706660794802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/RvbDiz5UggI/AAAAAAAAACM/sNKWnq6KDbs/s1600-h/P1040292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/RvbDiz5UggI/AAAAAAAAACM/sNKWnq6KDbs/s320/P1040292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113489429739373058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;manchester night life. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva7nT5UgcI/AAAAAAAAABs/bHBnisRkSY8/s1600-h/P1040318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva7nT5UgcI/AAAAAAAAABs/bHBnisRkSY8/s320/P1040318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113480710955762114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva7nz5UgdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b2V-dhaOZg0/s1600-h/P1040320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva7nz5UgdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b2V-dhaOZg0/s320/P1040320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113480719545696722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIqnqYjVbOs/Rva7oD5UgeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/so9B-9rDljQ/s1600-h/P1040323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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(that's the lead singer's favourite line. haahaa..)&lt;br /&gt;ok. cheers. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-7960049707114270673?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c4c0cd9fa874c17a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/7960049707114270673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=7960049707114270673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7960049707114270673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/7960049707114270673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-night-feverrrrrr.html' title='Saturday Night Feverrrrrr'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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/_QIqnqYjVbOs/RvbDjD5UghI/AAAAAAAAACU/k-E_HOIjd0k/s72-c/P1040321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363451.post-3677369338482722129</id><published>2007-09-22T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:09:58.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>day.thursday.friday</title><content type='html'>ok so listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told sean i was fasting. and he went like. ouh yeah. what's it called. then i was like... fasting..? haha. he knew about ramadhan as well. had a group of friends who were all muslims. and he asked if i went to madrasah and stuff. i was like so shocked larrr.. hahaaa. okeh anyway.. he didnt eat during lunch. claimed that he had a big breakfast. but i had a strange feeling he didnt want to eat in front of me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;spanish was fun... mr. ireland babbled on in spanish again and please sir. no clue. no clue.&lt;br /&gt;and so when i said tengo diecisiete anos they were all like. seventeen? cos i'm a year older than the ppl in my year.  got problem meh....? haha. and then school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths, psychology, break, eng lit, lunch, english, free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was late for school. YAY! hahaha.... it has to happen at LEAST once doesnt it? lolll... no detention nothing. and that's kewllll. haha. but i miss bms and mr.wilson tan! hahaha. bla. ok so. went in to maths class late and the ppl in the class looked at me like i was crazy. prolly cos i didnt go like. sorry i'm late miss. cos that's what they do. :p. i came in and went straight to my seat. haahaa. my aim for maths is to not get anything marked wrong. haahaaa. let's see if it's possible for the whole year. dont think so. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology. ms davis set us an essay for the weekend and a role play for the next day. ARGH!!! i hate role plays. ESPECIALLY in england! lol. i dont wanna be in front of the class. No NO!!! leave me alone.. hahaaa. ok so. blabity bla. frea, fay, no idea what that girl's name is and mark. my group. :) i became milgram. wth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break. went to sit in the common room for a bit. and then headed to eng lit wit sean.  and then lunch, went to sit in the common room again. me sean and annwyn at the same table. he didnt eat again. this time, he claimed that he ate during break. too hungry. haha.  after lunch, we headed for registration. ok this is funny. haha. walked out of the 6th form building and i walked to my form class. stood outside waiting for mrs burke and sean stood next to me. he's in another form and it was in a different direction. haha. he was too busy observing this group of guys fooling around and one of the boys had their pants ripped up to his kness... lol. and then when they walked off he asked me what have we got now. i was like. dont u have to go for registration?  ouh. and he walked off. lalala. his expressions remind me of someone.&lt;br /&gt;and school continued.&lt;br /&gt;english class was huge cos two classes combined and sean was in my class.  but i sat wit joe and joe left in the middle of class so i was aloneeeee..=(( aha.&lt;br /&gt;walked home with sean again. yay.  eh. this post consists of too many seans. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;he's got a cat named sooty. hahahaha. i went home, he went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology, free, break, eng lit, lunch, english, maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! role play role play! and guess what. IT WAS HILARIOUSSSS.. hahaha.. faye and frea were crayzeeeee... lol. one was the teacher, the other the learner.  so in this experiment teachers electrocute the learners and faye was like screaming her head off pretending to be electrocuted. and then when the class was noisy after they were laughing like hell, frea went like. hey, excuse me, do u mind? hahahha.. and they laughed samor. and rmb how normally in singapore the guys' groups were alway the least informative and crappiest? well it's the other way round here. haha. they were major funny.  and then this group of girls reenacted hoffling's experiment and the nurse asked the doctor how's his wife? he (she) said: very fine.. then the nurse asked the doctor how's nurse sth and he(she) went: even better... lollll. hahaha. ok. u need to be there to laugh along. it's not as funny in a blog. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;skip skip skip&lt;br /&gt;lunch went to the common room wit sean. he didnt eat AGAIN. this time, he had breakfast at macdonalds b4 coming to school. hmm. haha. i asked if he was anorexic. haha! he laughed.&lt;br /&gt; i sat wit claire and she offered me a chocolate. i said no thanks she asked me if i was sure and i told her i was fasting. haha. then she went like ouh....... , is it true u dont have to fast when (cups hand around mouth and whispers) u're having ur period? hahahahha. i whispered back. yessss. lol and she went. for a moment there u sounded like hana. that's scary. that's reli scary. hahaha. and then she cupped her hands around her mouth again and went like. so this is the only time in the year girls look forward to their period. and i was giggling like mad. hahaha... she's funny. =) the whole group of hana's friends joined us at lunch and they were discussing pokemon. LOLLLL. cos a lot of the year 13s always play pokemon games on the computers in the 6th form room and hear hear. they started singing the pokemon song!!! LOLLL.  pokemon, gotta catch them alll.. lalalala. lol. crazy ppl. and heather was reading a brochure on smoking about how when u quit smoking u'll have healthy teeth, healthy lungs and better relationships. and she went like. I'M GONNA START SMOKING SO I CAN QUIT AND HAVE A BETTER LIFE!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;english. went to the library to use computers for our essays. ms mclean returned my essay to me and. she didnt like the ending to music. :( aha. she said she's unsure cos if darlene was such a genious, how come she didnt noe the consequencse of arson. well.. she's a musical prodigy, nothing more! i'll ask mr davies abt it to see if i really need to change the ending. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;maths was good. mr jones wore a bugs bunny tie. hahahaha. funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;school ended and i walked home wit annwyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school musical 2!! i had no idea i was so into it. haha. cos disney channel had a countdown bar at the side and it's been on for like. a month. haha. so FINALLY it was down to 10, 9, 8, 7.. and i was shrieking! hahaha... disappointing neh. bits n pieces were lame especially that lion king-ish song (zac efron's solo) and some parts were shot wrongly but they didnt bother to edit like in the video u are the music in me, vanessa sang at the wrong time... haha. kk. i must confess tho, i was dancing along. HAHA. ladidadida.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. i promise i wont write posts as long as this nemore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-3677369338482722129?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/3677369338482722129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=3677369338482722129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3677369338482722129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/3677369338482722129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/09/daythursdayfriday.html' title='day.thursday.friday'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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-7363451.post-1123670732244758249</id><published>2007-09-21T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:34:05.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday.wednes.</title><content type='html'>TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology, maths, break, free, lunch, english, english lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much happened. miss davis crazy as usual. my psychology teacher. she's australian. =)&lt;br /&gt;after psychology, walked towards the maths building and mark caught up wit me. haha. he's so sweet. he went like. i havent introduced myself the last time we talked. i'm mark. lol. i was like. yes. i noe ur name. i'm dayana. haha.. and we both asked at the same time, what have u got next? and laughed at the same time. boy was that freaky. cos it happened the first time we talked too. lol. and i went like. JINX. haha. apparently they do it here to. lol. ladidadida.&lt;br /&gt;maths was. hmm. normal? blabla.&lt;br /&gt;break, 'hung out' in the sixth form common room wit hana's friends. joe gave me a nice warm hug. awww. he's nice. haha.  i guess that was to make up for ditching me in english. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;eng lit. and i get to see my frienddddd! haahaa... ok. his name's sean.  i only just realised i havent actually told u his name yet. dayana, who's you? gosh. leave me alone brain.  gah. back to story.&lt;br /&gt;he said hiya! yay? lolll... ok so. eng lit last period. was soooo lost i tell u. cos mr davies keeps associating the characters and all that to british characters blabbity bla. SAVE ME! i'm reli reli not sure if i can score for literature. :S maybe i'm just not a literature person. haha.  ok sooo. when the bell rang i ran for it. said bye to sean and went to meet annwyn in the common room and headed for band and it was cancelled cos too little people turned up and i was devastated and me and annwyn walked home together and annwyn came over to visit hana and they talked for a long long time and i slacked and i watched tv and ok shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng lit, psychology, break, free, lunch, spanish(enrichment), free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku terserempak dengan sean dalam perjalanan ke sekolah. eh? correct? ok anyway. walk walk walk. saw him strolling so slowly until no slower was possible. haahaa. i crossed over to his side and went like. 'u look rather excited to go to school...' lol. ok no. i told him he looked major reluctant. well sth along that line anyway. how about that ay?&lt;br /&gt;-and i just got carried away wit faber castle colour pencils and drew a card for hana-&lt;br /&gt;ok back. how abt that ay? i walked to school wit a friend! yay me... haha. o well. we compared our time tables and realised we had similar frees so we decided to meet at the common room. eng lit first. same thing. completely lost. gotta read wise children with a british encyclopedia in front of me. hmm. psychology usual. milgram's study. i can type the whole thing out now. no thanks. break, met annwyn and sean. sean meets annwyn and they get along. =) annwyn left us for german and sean and i had a south africa-singapore exchange programme. lol! like seriously. we were comparing schools, teachers, public transports. i showed him a ten cent coin and he showed me african rands. notes. they had animals on them. coooool. haha. and he taught me how to say hi in afrikaans but i didnt bother trying to rmb cos it was so long. :s haaha. and he told me how his late grandfather(turns out his grandfather passed away recently. i told him my grandfather passed away recently first and then i saw a smile on his face n i was like 'ok, this is when ppl normally say sorry, not smile...' haha. i didnt say that la...) had a huge huge house and had license to keep a cheetah. wth wth.. hahaha. ok. i can go on forever but i choose to MOVE on. we were talking in the library and this teacher came up to us and politely told us off for not doing work in the library as that's what we're supposed to do. right. so we moved to the common room. she knew my name and that was scary.... blablabla. ouh and listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to beedddddd. haha. GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued....-&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363451-1123670732244758249?l=bagginz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/feeds/1123670732244758249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363451&amp;postID=1123670732244758249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1123670732244758249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363451/posts/default/1123670732244758249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagginz.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesdaywednes.html' title='tuesday.wednes.'/><author><name>dayana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01180128075251365151</uri><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></feed>
