<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:09:34.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moi Amusement..</title><subtitle type='html'>Exuberant shopper, ingenious dame with eccentric persona (occasionally), a believer. Lover of beauty, music, books, sunrises, sunsets, the flowers and all the good things in life..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-8318105613982890200</id><published>2009-01-06T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:46:50.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SWOX98FGIBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DDCUj1tqTE4/s1600-h/mimi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SWOX98FGIBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DDCUj1tqTE4/s200/mimi.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237477818408978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies I Really Enjoyed Last Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Kite Runner (cried buckets watching this)&lt;br /&gt;2) A tie between The Dark Knight and Ironman&lt;br /&gt;3) Changeling&lt;br /&gt;4) The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;5) A tie between Vicky Cristina Barcelona and Sex &amp;amp; The City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies I Am Embarassed to Admit I Have Watched More Than a Couple of Times at the Theater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Step Up 2 The Street&lt;br /&gt;2) Twilight (ur friendly neighbourhood vegetarian vampire)&lt;br /&gt;3) Mamma Mia (the only movie I sang and danced throughout; also made me wanna migrate to Greece)&lt;br /&gt;4) High School Musical 3 - Senior Year (took my nieces out for movie on separate timings and besides it keeps me young at heart)&lt;br /&gt;5) Goal 2 - Living the Dream (oh come on, like u didn't drool all over at even a minuscule sight of Santi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highly Anticipated Movies of the Year Turned Absolute Rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wanted (one single bullet, released in curve, travelled literally 360deg, killed everyone in the circle..hey i thought only Rajanikanth is allowed to do that)&lt;br /&gt;2) Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (flying saucer? alien crystal skulls? can u get more creative than that?)&lt;br /&gt;3) High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;4) The Day the Earth Stood Still&lt;br /&gt;5) A tie between P.S I Love U and 27 Dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books Read, Treasured and Some Left Half Finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Rumi Collection, Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) The Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;3) False Impression, Jeffery Archer&lt;br /&gt;4) The Prophet, Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;5) The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self Definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Very choosy&lt;br /&gt;2) Irrational&lt;br /&gt;3) Short tempered&lt;br /&gt;4) Slow to forgive&lt;br /&gt;5) Tardiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs That Will Always Remind Me of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fall For You, Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;2) Single Ladies, Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;3) Lucky, Jason Mraz (my ear-candy throughout the 8+ hour 3rd class train journey to the west Java)&lt;br /&gt;4) Viva la Vida, Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;5) Lovebug, Jonas Bros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I Wish I Did More in 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read and understand the Holy Quran  translation&lt;br /&gt;2) Spend quality time, money, etc with/for the less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;3) Dive&lt;br /&gt;4) Weekends training up Bukit Gasing&lt;br /&gt;5) Cook&lt;br /&gt;6) Tell to people who matters how much they mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I Wish I Did Less in 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) French-ing (as in curse-ing ok)&lt;br /&gt;2) Mooning over Chuck Bass (who am I kidding..i love Chuck Bass)&lt;br /&gt;3) Spend excessively on coffee &amp;amp; premium teas&lt;br /&gt;4) Roks (roks &amp;amp; coffee ROCKS!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Overspend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Events That Did Not Happened in 2008 but I Intensely Pray Will Take Place in the New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Peace @ the West Bank &amp;amp; Gaza (or ceasefire to say the least)&lt;br /&gt;2) Altantuya murderer(s) being brought to justice&lt;br /&gt;3) Reconciliation of Blair &amp;amp; Chuck with the both of them proclaiming Jetaime to one another (anxiously waiting for that particular epi)&lt;br /&gt;4) Me moving to a greener pasture&lt;br /&gt;5) Me meeting someone; me being romantically involved with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8318105613982890200?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8318105613982890200/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8318105613982890200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8318105613982890200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8318105613982890200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2009/01/au-revoir-2008.html' title='Au Revoir 2008'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SWOX98FGIBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DDCUj1tqTE4/s72-c/mimi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-7784243664355211820</id><published>2008-11-06T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:54:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT's a Dance, i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SRK1oMzpduI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NhOFD96kpK8/s1600-h/MyLifeasaCanFrontCoverGraphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265470616586778338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SRK1oMzpduI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NhOFD96kpK8/s200/MyLifeasaCanFrontCoverGraphic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among other things I learned from Mak, I have always admire her ability to mingle and make friends with God-knows-who she meets at any places or occasions, effortlessly. Since I was little I tried as much as to emulate her friendliness in my own style and it somehow has become my nature eversince..i just love to make friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the years, I have discovered that one person does not only belongs to one particular group of friend. There are your childhood crowd, school, college, workmates, hangout buddies and people whom you happened to get to know and stay friends with without any relations to the previous groups mentioned earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also realized that becoming flexible in how I related to people of varying beliefs and world views helped me to become more secure in my own beliefs. I began to feel less apprehension about 'those people'. Whatever they believed, it wasn't going to stop me from living my life the way I wanted to or pursuing my beliefs. I can just sit there at a bar with a bunch of friends, sipping glasses of cranberry juice, getting high on sugar and having fun. Being the group's only sobriety, I gained the respect I deserve by sticking to my Belief. And I respect them for respecting my Belief and me for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learning to casually interact with people who have fundamentally different views has helped me to develop friendships with a wide variety of people. It helped me to be open to what we do have in common more than what we don't. I am friends with people now that even just a few years ago I would have been snotty against. I have learned not to be judgmental and accept people the way they are as they accept me as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But life got very lonely. I wanted to make and keep friends. Heck I just wanted to lessen the amount of interpersonal conflict I had in my life. So, maybe I have changed throughout the years, that's me colouring my life with rainbows. I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-diLs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-7784243664355211820?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7784243664355211820/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=7784243664355211820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7784243664355211820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7784243664355211820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-dance-i-think.html' title='iT&apos;s a Dance, i think'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SRK1oMzpduI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NhOFD96kpK8/s72-c/MyLifeasaCanFrontCoverGraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-8325639884889679980</id><published>2008-06-25T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:39:33.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Label: Urgent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SGIEHCZG-lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JU5ML0bNQjM/s1600-h/doris-day-love-me-or-leave-me5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215735837396236882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SGIEHCZG-lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JU5ML0bNQjM/s200/doris-day-love-me-or-leave-me5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how do you tell people to take a hike (and by that i mean stop calling or texting using your own number or any other hp, office phone, payphone or emailing using office email, personal email or any other ways of voice and data telecommunication) in a subtle and yet classy manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot comprehend why some people are oblivious to the fact that when the other party keeps on missing your call and never intend to return it, the texts sent left unanswered (and forget about the emails), it is the time for you to forget about that person, walk out graciously and set a mission to find someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not rocket science, you do not need a degree in women psychology to digest that and that irritates me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need as much suggestions as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-diLs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8325639884889679980?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8325639884889679980/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8325639884889679980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8325639884889679980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8325639884889679980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2008/06/label-urgentsuggestions-needed.html' title='Label: Urgent'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/SGIEHCZG-lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JU5ML0bNQjM/s72-c/doris-day-love-me-or-leave-me5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-4647303431292469081</id><published>2008-01-16T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:41:45.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis célibataire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/R43aT6ME6tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8rhGeycgz5k/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156017183981365970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/R43aT6ME6tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8rhGeycgz5k/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156017085197118146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/R43aOKME6sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bI3izOUBU8k/s200/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;..and my options are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a nature of our culture that when someone reaches a certain age of life the big "M" will be out of the blue emerges as either a topic of conversation or as an ice-breaker. And it will not only come from the &lt;em&gt;what-more-u-want-to-wait-for&lt;/em&gt; Parents, or the &lt;em&gt;let-me-introduce-u-to-my-friends'-sons&lt;/em&gt; Aunts and Uncles, or &lt;em&gt;i-want-to-see-u-get-married-before-30&lt;/em&gt; Friends, or &lt;em&gt;i-have-a-son-i-want-u-to-meet&lt;/em&gt; Family Friends, Colleagues, Bosses, Friends' Friends, or in my case, the girl at the clinic counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hi! *while handing my insurance ID*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: hello kak! you've been here before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yes several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: ok gimme a sec, i go find your record. have a seat please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: thank you. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: *standing near the counter with my record in her hand* Akak ni tak kawin lagi ker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Not yet, kenapa? (i was about to say, why? u have got a problem with that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: tak la..org cam *zst* *zst* *zst* lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *bitter smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: *zst* *zst* was not registered as i was busy being ignorant to her comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come on la people..undeniably it was 10 years ago that i celebrated my 18th birthday but that doesn't mean that i am that matured for people to frown at for not getting married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to set the record straight, i am attracted to men, a straight, educated, well-mannered, well-groomed, adventurous (diver a must), eloquent kind of men but unfortunately there is no one that i am in love with at this particular moment. people cannot expect me to be married for the sake of getting married to some tom, dick or harry i encountered on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i do appreciate and i thank all of YOU very much for the concern shown to me but please don't ask me when i'm going to end my single life for i do not have the answer to it. as of now i'm just waiting for God to set me up with someone who is willing to spend the rest of his life tango-ing with me..oh mcAvoy and the like of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-4647303431292469081?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4647303431292469081/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=4647303431292469081&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4647303431292469081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4647303431292469081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2008/01/je-suis-clibataire.html' title='Je suis célibataire'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/R43aT6ME6tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8rhGeycgz5k/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-6905468366687501967</id><published>2007-10-04T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:10:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One..Two..ACT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RwS7vRZKgRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BbscBxVDkoM/s1600-h/SCENE1%20TAKE1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117421497396920594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="188" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RwS7vRZKgRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BbscBxVDkoM/s200/SCENE1%2520TAKE1%5B1%5D.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in no particular order- &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RwS7exZKgQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wff9wFmvURM/s1600-h/SCENE1%20TAKE1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dils:&lt;/em&gt; i found rafael on facebook but he imposes restricted access. Cannot see his baby boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phypster:&lt;/em&gt; u sure it's him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dils:&lt;/em&gt; yeah, there's a picture of him and the missus. he looks like Bond posterboy with white tux and a gun in hand. seems like they were at a &lt;strong&gt;mannequin &lt;/strong&gt;party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phypster:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;masquerade &lt;/strong&gt;party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phypster:&lt;/em&gt; i need to balik seremban and pick up my baju rayas from the tailor. this year i got this cheongsam collars dress complete with the typical chinese buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dils:&lt;/em&gt; are u using that chinese arcade fabric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phypster:&lt;/em&gt; chinese &lt;strong&gt;brocade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pink clamp starts blasting "i got it from my momma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dils:&lt;/em&gt; (unfamiliar no.) hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nextline:&lt;/em&gt; hello (in a very peppy voice kalah the other D from the Prez office) i've been trying to call you for ages babe. How u doin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dils:&lt;/em&gt; (trying to register who on earth is calling, sounds familiar but so so. south asia slang btw) hey i've been terrific. and u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nextline:&lt;/em&gt; good. good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dils:&lt;/em&gt; so is this weekend on? or u have to go back ipoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nextline:&lt;/em&gt; *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dils:&lt;/em&gt; eh, are u the person i thought u are? u are my friend nidie, no? *silence* hmm i honestly think u've got the wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nextline:&lt;/em&gt; yeah, i think so too..sorry babe. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear if that was a guy who called me just now, i will without doubt prolong the conversation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i am not sexually deprieved. (whateva that means)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-6905468366687501967?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/6905468366687501967/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=6905468366687501967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6905468366687501967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6905468366687501967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/10/onetwoact.html' title='One..Two..ACT!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RwS7vRZKgRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BbscBxVDkoM/s72-c/SCENE1%2520TAKE1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-6508152094038519886</id><published>2007-07-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:57:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perspective for you to ponder..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Swedish company, Volvo any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's a rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to posses a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate,hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said in another words:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo , a state in Brazil .&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stockholm has 500,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;4. Volvo, Scania, SAAB , Ericsson, Electrolux, are some of its renowned companies. Volvo supplies to NASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first time I was in Sweden , one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first day, I didn't say anything,either the second or third. One morning I asked, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot." To which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need aplace closer to the door. Don't you think?" Imagine my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe named Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and "craziness"generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of "having in quantity"(life status) versus "having with quality", "life quality" or the "quality of being". French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 28.8 hourwork weeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US's attention, pupils of the fast and the"do it now!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time. Taking the "now", present and concrete, versus the "global", undefined and anonymous. It means taking humans' essential values, the simplicity of living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do. It's time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the movie, Scent of a Woman, there's a scene where Al Pacino asks a girl to dance and she replies, "I can't, my boyfriend will be here any minute now". To which Al responds, "A life is lived in an instant". Then they dance to a tango.Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As John Lennon said,"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many who will have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalized world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-6508152094038519886?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/6508152094038519886/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=6508152094038519886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6508152094038519886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6508152094038519886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/07/perspective-for-you-to-ponder.html' title='Slow Down Culture'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-5114452686171778960</id><published>2007-07-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:35:14.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RpCXPfX7COI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2-p7RIIw67k/s1600-h/F102357~Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084730271676958946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RpCXPfX7COI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2-p7RIIw67k/s200/F102357~Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My whole life, there are two places, i as much as possible will try not to be at. It is not about embarassment to be seen at such places, i just feel that i don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Number one is workshops, car workshops to be precise. What I would normally do at a car workshop is to register my car to the lady at the counter, say a few words to the mechanics, spend the rest of the hours in the air-conditioned waiting room while waiting for the lady to call, pay the service charge and drive off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last encounter with a car workshop was a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i sudah check you punya tayar. Itu camber tayar belakang sudah lari la. Kena adjust kasi betul pasal nanti dia boleh makan tayar oo" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"camber tayar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oo (as if i was back from dreamland) ya ka? tayar depan macam mana? Berapa?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I, for once was sure that i saw that guy's face on the workshop's bulletin board as the Top Employee of the Month in brackets 'Tyre Specialist'. Heck! While my brain was processing that, plus the effect it would have cause my tires if i didn't get it fixed, and the cost is within budget, i finally said yes. i just hate when i have to agree without arguments especially on something i have shallow knowledge of. I will look even more clueless if i did. Yes, me, is a typical girl who only knows how to drive a car, full-stop. Other than that, mr mechanic, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, my car has been so very tolerant of me that the only time i need to bring him to his doctors is when the mileage is due. *luv u*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And number two, the hospitals; private or public, make no difference to me. Cut me some slack ok, i have never receive treatments from any hospitals for that matter, what more to be hospitalised. And everytime i take the elevators, especially those with the size of service-lift which can fit the stretchers in, i will start imagining silly things. Who knows how many people could have died in it while being transferred to another floor. Maybe their souls aren't free as yet and they keep mingling around, living in the elevator waiting to scare people off. People like me. Yes, i am terrified of it, very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But still, i can't avoid not going to the hospitals. Just this week, i went to two different hospitals on the same day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The son of a colleague of mine was in a coma after suffering a traumatic head injury. He fell off the stairs after trying to pull the sliding-down-the-stairs stunt. According to doctors, they couldn't control his head from swelling (as a result of internal bleeding) and a surgery might have caused him other complications. The painful truth was, all of his internal organs have stopped functioning, the heart was weakly pumping and he was on life support. I was speechless when i learnt that he was actually brain dead. Poor kid, he was only 11 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later that day, i went to visit a good friend, Hanim who just had a cysts removal surgery. We (Anee and i) were in total awed. First of all, because nobody had a decency to tell us that Hanim was admitted, Anee found out about it after reading a friend's blog btw. And second of all, Hanim is 5 months pregnant. Alhamdullillah, the surgery went smoothly and both mother and child are in good health. Hope u'll recover soon, Nim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i know i cannot not going to this two places. i still have to, but i just hope not as frequent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/s: When i mentioned that my collegue's son WAS 11 years old, u might already knew it. He passed away peacefully on Friday at about 5am with both his parents at his bedside after 6 days of coma. All of our prayers are with u Ihsan. You'll like it there in Heaven. Amin! &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Saturday/National/20070707081105/Article/index_html"&gt;News clipping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-5114452686171778960?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/5114452686171778960/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=5114452686171778960&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5114452686171778960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5114452686171778960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-what-we-called-life.html' title='LiFE..'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RpCXPfX7COI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2-p7RIIw67k/s72-c/F102357~Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-4753507937097121475</id><published>2007-06-25T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:24:58.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a SHRINK business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rn_r8IIDRkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BDNV5yWuotM/s1600-h/richdiesslin_dog_shrink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080038322903139906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rn_r8IIDRkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BDNV5yWuotM/s200/richdiesslin_dog_shrink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got a call from my long-time-no-see friend, Ben, a couple of nights ago. He sounded rather gloomy so i made a point to 'serkap jarang' the causes of his unlively mood that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so how's work lately?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh i'm been busy with bla..bla..bla"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so definitely not work related as he seemed excited with the current project he's handling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"who is she?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"she who? No one la Di, i just feel like talking to you tonite&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what happened exactly?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(silence) &lt;em&gt;"we just stopped talking to each other. i guess it has got to do with something i did to her and something she said to my face. At one point i feel like she was just a nuisance. It was uncalled for. i was caught up with work and i can't believe how unrealistic she could become over such petty matter.the things she said to me was demoralising and i couldn't believe they came from her. we were not exclusively dating after all, so what's up with that woman? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(silence) u know what Di, i could think of thousands of her silly antics but sometimes i wish my cell would ring and all i want to hear is the sound of her sweet voice on the other line. miss her late nite wishes she used to bid me. a good friend she is..was"&lt;/em&gt; sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullseye! trust me, with just that 3-word question + believable concern expression, any man is eveready to pour his heart out. And i can't help but to act as Ben's overpaid shrink the whole conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"huh. u know what i think Ben? i bet she misses you too. Probably all you both need is a simple statement of Sorry. And believe me, it's not her ego she's protecting, she's just being a girl. And a girl needs a man to start over. If you really like her as a friend, you should start treating her like one"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Ben's and his lady friend disagreement brought me memories. i used to be in the same situation but in my case, the extreme happened. We stopped communicating all together :p i can't deny that i miss the time we had; or that i miss our friendship but refusal is something i can't bear. It would be the &lt;strong&gt;big E&lt;/strong&gt; of the century for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben called again this morning. He got his amour propre switched off for 60sec and bid his lady friend Hello. They finally patched things up and are friends again. Another problem solved hurrah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: i believe that a man and a woman can be friends, platonic relationship does exist. But sometimes it takes more than two to tango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-4753507937097121475?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4753507937097121475/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=4753507937097121475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4753507937097121475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4753507937097121475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-got-call-from-my-long-time-no-see.html' title='it&apos;s a SHRINK business'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rn_r8IIDRkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BDNV5yWuotM/s72-c/richdiesslin_dog_shrink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-8899886712803281626</id><published>2007-06-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:11:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.H.i.T.e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RnYFz4IDRjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rIyaas42kPU/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077252018704434738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RnYFz4IDRjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rIyaas42kPU/s200/white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;some like it black with scattered coloured dots..i used to like that too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the time has come for a change and i've chosen white..beautiful color it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;please make yourself at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8899886712803281626?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8899886712803281626/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8899886712803281626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8899886712803281626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8899886712803281626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/white.html' title='W.H.i.T.e'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RnYFz4IDRjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rIyaas42kPU/s72-c/white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-4183998972661248006</id><published>2007-06-10T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:06:12.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIT it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/O23lF1FPQBE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/O23lF1FPQBE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ain't no disco&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no country club either&lt;br /&gt;This is K.L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday and HAPPY WORKIN' people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-4183998972661248006?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4183998972661248006/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=4183998972661248006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4183998972661248006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4183998972661248006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/hit-it_8324.html' title='HIT it!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-8292730179589899243</id><published>2007-06-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:34:28.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux Anniversaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rmj-2IIDRiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/epm3ZX2QaBQ/s1600-h/birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073585186080507426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rmj-2IIDRiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/epm3ZX2QaBQ/s200/birthday-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rmj-v4IDRhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BOdQvo2Hu7g/s1600-h/birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lil' Darling Sofea first ever birthday bash is this Saturday. Was IMing with Anee on her mission to throw her darling princess a memorable not to mention unforgettable birthday bash experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"so, have u ordered the cake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"dah, it's a cartoon character mosit cake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"*moist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"what character?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"pocoyo, same as the invitation card i sent you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"What pocoyo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"oi, it's the cartoon character in one of the shows on playhouse disney channel. Sofea is crazy about them. what la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"wei, do i look like someone whose favourite past time activities include watching cartoons on disney channel? E! aku tau la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"bila dah ada anak ko tau la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to begin with, i don't even know how it is pronounce. is it 'Po-ko-yo' or 'Po-cho-yo' or 'Po-koy' or 'Po-choy' ??? and another thing i don't live with kids and we have never receive visits from kids period. being a selective memory person i am, all my playhouse disney memories have somehow been erased to accomodate E! News updates :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i recalled the time at my parents' when then 6-year old Akmal changed the channel to Disney while i was watching David Tutera's Party Planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"no more cartoons for u today. u have been watching it since morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"u can't do that Mamateh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"yes i can, it's my turn now and besides i pay for it" (ketawa gorghom di dalam hati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no, he didn't cry but i guess the incident has made me his least favourite aunt heh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes, i am nowhere near motherhood *smug* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8292730179589899243?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8292730179589899243/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8292730179589899243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8292730179589899243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8292730179589899243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/lil-darling-sofea-first-ever-birthday.html' title='Joyeux Anniversaire'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rmj-2IIDRiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/epm3ZX2QaBQ/s72-c/birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-8372785526977907751</id><published>2007-06-06T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:24:38.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direnjis..renjis..dipilis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmZBEYIDRfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/trj0ji-it7U/s1600-h/GreatArrow-0232-001_enlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072813573730944498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmZBEYIDRfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/trj0ji-it7U/s400/GreatArrow-0232-001_enlrg.jpg" 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;Hear Ye Hear Ye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Premier is finally getting hitched. my heartiest Congratulations to the groom and all the Best Wishes to the bride. Even the Premier got time to find new love and getting love in return despite his heavy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What 'bout you Ms i-am-happy-with-my-single-life-but-i-don't wanna-drive-myself-to-the-oldfolks-home-when-it's due ? :-D&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8372785526977907751?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8372785526977907751/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8372785526977907751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8372785526977907751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8372785526977907751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/direnjisrenjisdipilis.html' title='Direnjis..renjis..dipilis'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmZBEYIDRfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/trj0ji-it7U/s72-c/GreatArrow-0232-001_enlrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-687164888744196846</id><published>2007-06-04T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:49:56.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodDay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmPzZ_HHRZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eh4cnP5if1A/s1600-h/72.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072165233112860050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmPzZ_HHRZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eh4cnP5if1A/s320/72.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i just love the weather today. it's raining cats and dogs, very english i must say, and high probability for me to miss yet another day at the park again but today it just feels sooo good. Perhaps the fact that i was not required to drive off 45km away out of town to accomodate the company's most distressing client ever. Even the mere mention of the name will without doubt make me sick to my stomach. I never thought the assignment bestowed upon me by the company's former next in line to the throne frontman can be this challenging. But a true Sagi i am, challenges, i live for. But there was at one point i felt helpless. Like "wt* i'm putting myself into?" As people always say experience brings out the best in you, and Alhamdullilah here i am still savouring the sweetness of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And with me being out of the office most of the time now, lunch with the usual camarilla is something i look forward to. And unequivocally smokin' hot gossip flared out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rumour has it that the SIL of one of the country's VVIP is indeed promiscuous. Gosh! Men'joyah' mak! With the hot bod almost the replica of the Greek-god statue he has made himself popular among lady socialites and they are actually coming to him asking for more. And this include that artiste from the Borneo state @ C. There are details of his encounter with the lady but my blog is no steamy-site ok. Apparently, he works in one of the boutiques in the vicinity and he sure is a hunky business!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, tomorrow is another day at the client's site. Please God, Friday in a flash is all i'm asking. SHrek is waiting :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p/s: to those who still haven't catch Pirates yet, be sure to wait till the end credit for a memorable ending (at least for me). There is where the extra 1 buck u pay goes to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-687164888744196846?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/687164888744196846/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=687164888744196846&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/687164888744196846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/687164888744196846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodday.html' title='GoodDay!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmPzZ_HHRZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eh4cnP5if1A/s72-c/72.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-9138797185991013452</id><published>2007-06-04T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:45:38.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"PooFF"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmL8xPHHRYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGuooTX_IGI/s1600-h/brokebackmountainpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071894053172757890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmL8xPHHRYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGuooTX_IGI/s400/brokebackmountainpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was just browsing my postings of late and i can't help but realised that my writings have somehow turned sour and grey. Not the usual Ms Dils' glowing pinkish-self persona. Some can be considered written by a 'jiwa kacau' freak, and others like a half-hearted JKR wannabe. i seems to have lost my boffo arms so to speak. Gosh! i have never thought how much u can tell only by reading one's blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all my cowboys gone? i need them back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-9138797185991013452?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/9138797185991013452/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=9138797185991013452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/9138797185991013452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/9138797185991013452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/pooff.html' title='&quot;PooFF&quot;'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmL8xPHHRYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGuooTX_IGI/s72-c/brokebackmountainpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-1907988108440083634</id><published>2007-06-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:19:25.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tu me manques beaucoup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; coming home to an empty space, to a swept floor, to a grease-free kitchen, to a devoid waste bin and to home-cooked food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; waking up to Nina Simone and JET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; my daily 10 hours sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; the time when i don't have to think about bills to pay every end of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; the time when most of my gfs were singles and killed time at Anee's talking craps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; the time when i do not have to clean up people's mess, personally and professionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; my weekly movie club gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; running in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; the open air carpark in front of MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; college days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; packing up at 5 and reach home by 515 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; jentayu spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; my books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; my french class and the out-of-this-world crazy classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; my friends at the office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; my bainun's bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; someone asking my weekends whereabouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt; telling someone my weekends whereabouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu me manques beaucoup!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**tell me friends, what other things u miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-1907988108440083634?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/1907988108440083634/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=1907988108440083634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/1907988108440083634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/1907988108440083634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/tu-me-manques-beaucoup.html' title='tu me manques beaucoup!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-5588129521502842016</id><published>2007-06-01T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:25:44.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my MaNY WISHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmE29vHHRXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/58FUafQBTcM/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071395089642112370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmE29vHHRXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/58FUafQBTcM/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oo i so wwwaannnt this one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-5588129521502842016?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/5588129521502842016/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=5588129521502842016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5588129521502842016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5588129521502842016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-of-my-many-wishes.html' title='one of my MaNY WISHES'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RmE29vHHRXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/58FUafQBTcM/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-8835858161629191994</id><published>2007-05-26T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T02:12:50.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diiLa..OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlhMgiD1KdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IkJtnA_HhaY/s1600-h/going-out-the-window.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068885502387890642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlhMgiD1KdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IkJtnA_HhaY/s200/going-out-the-window.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was officially voted out of the top 6. and i've left with no excuses but to concur..however i must say, i expected it to happen a lot sooner than this tho&lt;br /&gt;see you later alligator! (if we ever..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlhJoCD1KbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rN6tIJl5LBI/s1600-h/Top6InstView.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8835858161629191994?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8835858161629191994/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8835858161629191994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8835858161629191994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8835858161629191994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/diilaout.html' title='diiLa..OUT!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlhMgiD1KdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IkJtnA_HhaY/s72-c/going-out-the-window.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-3296981199379311720</id><published>2007-05-23T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:51:25.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye BBBK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess BBBK (nama manja for "Big Brudder Bad Karma") is no longer in favor of me. And i am more than happy to oblige to BBBK's decision..I suppose I have been forgiven..perhaps I did affront someone or anyone for that matter and after reading my posting he/she decided to release me and bury the hatchet. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things have been going extremely well after the crashing incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Nie invited Ms Mind-lionaire and I to her 'other' place for our inaugural "Cooking Bash". And by cooking i meant serious pastry baking and decorating involved. Bravo to Cik Nie for being such fabulous hostess. She got all those unthinkable and un-sangka-rable gadgets in handy. U memang champion la babe! So the 2nd bash we try cook lambshank pulak, boleh? Ms Mind-lionaire can sponsor the ingredients ahaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the tarts with Ms Dils' g.l.a.m.o.r.o.u.s touch courtesy of Cik Nie. Betul my crafts nih.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067750286696982850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRECSD1KUI/AAAAAAAAADw/bKIWdE6AmBk/s200/fruit%2Btarlets%2Bp%2526s.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRERiD1KWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P6-ke8ucrwA/s1600-h/fruit%2Btartlet%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067750548689987938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRERiD1KWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P6-ke8ucrwA/s200/fruit%2Btartlet%2Blove.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067756669018384786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRJ1yD1KZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eSrdbsdDFcI/s200/fruit%2Btartlet.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then lunch with the bootiful ladies; Su, Phypster, Nad, Zara and Cik Are at the new Delicious outlet in Bangsar Village. It was forever since our last outing together and I must say I was really looking forward for it. Yeah, we see each other on a daily basis (except that now I have been out of the office most of the time),but still we can always find stories to share, things to laugh at, people to kutuk at :D dan macam-macam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRFhyD1KXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qZyNZlNxhOM/s1600-h/250px-Sobranie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067751927374489970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRFhyD1KXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qZyNZlNxhOM/s200/250px-Sobranie.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I have unintentionally made Nad lost her virginity &lt;em&gt;(Cik farah, i know where u're getting at, u freak :-P)&lt;/em&gt; to ciggie. Alah, it was a pink sobranie's cocktail and it was only a puff of two. After coughing like hell we decided to gave up and saviour Su took charge before we let it gone to waste. I am not taking up that habit nor planned to do so, just that the colourful packaging looked desirously tempting *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRGQSD1KYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vTzdXYDJG04/s1600-h/diaz082406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067752726238407042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 5px 5px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRGQSD1KYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vTzdXYDJG04/s200/diaz082406.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amat energetic and amat kenyang, Phypster and I drove down to Peek-A-Boo for our make-over appointment. It wasn't an appointment pun, we just walked in jer. And our stylist, Mi was such a lovely gal. I was contemplating of Posh Spice's current hairdo but then opted for Ms Diaz funky brunnette shoulder length cut. And Mi, with the idea that i threw at her managed to convinced Phypster to adopt the former. It's &lt;strong&gt;Phypster Posh&lt;/strong&gt; now bebeh! hehe. And we are loving the new 'do. A fair share when later we were presented with a whopping three-figure styling bill *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And for two days in a row, I got someone to pay for my parking tickets. First day, ok la a friend of mine reluctant to pay since she can raise a claim on it but the second day was such my luck. I was walking down the escalator when I realised that I didn't have small change. It so happened that this guy was standing behind me and dengan selamba I asked him for change. Instead he handed me a 10 bucks note and told me to pay with that. Ahah. As I parked at KLCC basement and i kena-ed 12 bucks, i only paid 2 inggit for my parking that day. Shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Mr Nice Guy was overly concerned that he almost gave me another 2 bucks but i said "takpe en, i have coins" hehe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope BBBK won't come after me again. There are like billions, trillions of citizens of the world, go and kacau them la pulak (except my readers and fellow friends ;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-3296981199379311720?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/3296981199379311720/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=3296981199379311720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/3296981199379311720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/3296981199379311720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-guess-bbbk-nama-manja-for-big-brudder.html' title='bye BBBK!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RlRECSD1KUI/AAAAAAAAADw/bKIWdE6AmBk/s72-c/fruit%2Btarlets%2Bp%2526s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-3853781207138801143</id><published>2007-05-17T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:10:14.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my VISUAL dna</title><content type='html'>cool innit? no injection or blood samples required, it is a simple as a click away :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#590319&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-A611740.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=food has always been my greatest passion&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-20E95CBC.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=my cds are my treasure&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=spa junkie&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-28C6894B.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=no discrimination, prejudice, injustice, racism&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-177C0BDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=manners please!&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=love is ever after&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7353201.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=i won't bite hehe&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=cozy, comfy, white&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=hang loose!&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=travel the world&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1F8FF9B4.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=should i explain more?&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6C174175.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=clean, clear and pure&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=blue and green; my life&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=334222-56a1&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd6" bgcolor="#590319" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=334222-56a1&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd6"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://imagini.net/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-3853781207138801143?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/3853781207138801143/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=3853781207138801143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/3853781207138801143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/3853781207138801143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-visual-dna.html' title='my VISUAL dna'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-4104794247807286923</id><published>2007-05-16T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:30:01.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CrasH! BooM! BanG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RknfvdhsVsI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEOJZh7DBZw/s1600-h/Humor.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RknfvdhsVsI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEOJZh7DBZw/s320/Humor.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064825262427625154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the bad karma talking, i have never thought it would happened to me in an utmost freakish manner. My notebook crashed this morning! And being the "egghead", backups for me are nonexistence. Orang pandai, memang padan muka la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the bad karma, here i would like to express my deepest regrets if i have ever hurt anyone regardless of my actions, my words, things i said, things i didn't say, things i wrote, etc. &lt;strong&gt;Je suis desolee&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm paying the price. Please stop detesting me, i'll try to be a good girl next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe now we can kiss and make up. Call me! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-4104794247807286923?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4104794247807286923/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=4104794247807286923&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4104794247807286923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4104794247807286923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/crash-boom-bang.html' title='CrasH! BooM! BanG!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RknfvdhsVsI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEOJZh7DBZw/s72-c/Humor.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-7442355793311245858</id><published>2007-05-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:39:31.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French flair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rj_hcNhsVrI/AAAAAAAAADg/47KkrFoQ9hU/s1600-h/loris_greaud_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rj_hcNhsVrI/AAAAAAAAADg/47KkrFoQ9hU/s320/loris_greaud_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062012380971292338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUI! The annual French Arts Festival is back with an interesting line-up of movies, music and dances for you to enjoy and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival, from May 9 to June 16, is organised by the French Embassy for the sixth consecutive year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the French Art Festival, supported of the Ministry of Culture, Arts and Heritage was entirely dedicated to the theme “Dialogue”, involving Malaysian and French artistes in high level productions in all fields of expressions be it music, dance, cinema or visual arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the theme is “Music” and the French Embassy is proud to offer diverse approaches which will fullfil the expectations of music lovers.At a recent Press conference, the French Embassy’s cultural counsellor Catherine Feiulles Decouray said the embassy hopes to present to Malaysians French culture which is artistic, creative and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival starts with the recital by famous pianist Bertrand Chamayou with the most ambitious masterpieces of Debussy, Ravel and Dutilleux at the Dewan Filharmonik Petronas in Kuala Lumpur on May 9. Chamayou’s recital will be an unique experience which presents the unchallenged virtuosity and valour of this French pianist. &lt;br /&gt;Tickets are priced at RM35 and RM15 (students).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(i remember the last time i went to a recital and almost fallen asleep *sigh*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French Film Festival takes place at GSC Mid Valley in Kuala Lumpur and GSC 1 Utama in Petaling Jaya from May 24 till June 4. The film festival will also be held at GSC Gurney Plaza in Penang from June 7 to 13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opens with the movie La Môme which portrays the life of Edith Piaf, a famous French singer. The movie showcases Piaf’s childhood to her glory days and her fall from fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine award-winning French blockbusters, from drama and action to romance, have been lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are La Môme (The Chick), Quand J’étais Chanteur (I Did It My Way), Fauteuils d’orchestre (Avenue Montaigne), Ne Le Dis à Personne (Tell No One), Je Vais Bien, Ne t’en Fais pas (Don’t Worry, I’m Fine), Mon Meilleur Ami (My Best Friend), La Science des Rêves (The Science of Dreams), Mon Petit Doigt m’a Dit (By the Pricking of My Thumbs) and Je Vous Trouve Très Beau (You are so beautiful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(lets pick a few and go see. oh did i tell u, most of the films won't be butched to conserve the essence of the film. U know la french people) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events under the music banner are Stéphane Pompougnac, who will treat patrons to an electro evening at the Zeta Bar at Hilton Hotel. He is the author of Living On The Edge and 8th Hotel Costes. He also remains one of the most recognised DJ’s in the world. The entrance is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i've listen to his music, cool but dance music is not my thing. But if anyone wants to go, i'm more than please to accompany you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For jazz lovers, there’s Eric Lenigni Trio. He is one of the major figures in the European jazz world and one of the most eclectic and prolific artistes on the Paris music scene. He will be performing at No Black Tie on June 16 at 9.30pm. Tickets are priced at RM35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yes, wanna go to this one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting event is a Parisian Cabaret evening which will provide the Moulin Rouge atmosphere with the talented essence of the uniquely French style of Lou Volt at the LeMeridien hotel in Kuala Lumpur on May 25.Lou Volt will bring the very essence of the famous Grand Orchestre du Splendid from Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Definitely going)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the traditional closing of the festival will be the annual street party, Fete de La Musique. This time, it’s with Emilie Simon at The Curve in Petaling Jaya on June 16.She is the author of March of the Emperor and is a multi-awarded electronic musician. She will be presenting her last album, Victoires de la Musiquea at the festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pip and Loly, we've missed this one last year. Please we can't let ourselves make the same mistake again)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-7442355793311245858?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7442355793311245858/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=7442355793311245858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7442355793311245858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7442355793311245858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/french-flair.html' title='French flair'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rj_hcNhsVrI/AAAAAAAAADg/47KkrFoQ9hU/s72-c/loris_greaud_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-5660473148169690160</id><published>2007-05-07T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T04:28:45.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 MeMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seven MeMe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be the boss!&lt;br /&gt;2. PADI certified diver and scuba dive off Australia's Great Barrier Reef&lt;br /&gt;3. Throw a huge party and invite all of my friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch the launch of a space shuttle&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss someone I met on a blind date (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Fall deeply in love -- helplessly and unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;7. And finally the courage to become a Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I can’t do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go back on my own words&lt;br /&gt;2. Pretend to like someone whom I don't&lt;br /&gt;3. Let myself be treated like I don't matter&lt;br /&gt;4. Be gone and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;5. Go over someone's head&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing my head over something; no matter how big it might get&lt;br /&gt;7. Drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that attract me to Europe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Great history &lt;br /&gt;2. Awesome architecture&lt;br /&gt;3. Lovely and picturesque little towns and countrysides&lt;br /&gt;4. Hellas aka Greece&lt;br /&gt;5. Fashion euphoria&lt;br /&gt;6. The Alhambra &lt;br /&gt;7. The Guggenheim in Bilbao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;2. Malas nak layan!&lt;br /&gt;3. Oi cepat la!! (driving vocab)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hello!&lt;br /&gt;5. All right!&lt;br /&gt;6. Tolonglah!&lt;br /&gt;7. Boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 good books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rumi The Book of Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Best Stories of Fyodor Dostoyevsky &lt;br /&gt;3. The Rules&lt;br /&gt;4. Kane &amp; Abel&lt;br /&gt;5. Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;6. The Magic of Thinking Big&lt;br /&gt;7. The Lawful &amp; The Prohibited in Islam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 good films&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever After&lt;br /&gt;2. Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;3. A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;4. 300&lt;br /&gt;5. Babel&lt;br /&gt;6. The Holiday&lt;br /&gt;7. Seven Samurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 blogs to tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ms Mind-lionaire&lt;br /&gt;2. Cik Farah&lt;br /&gt;3. Phab Uma&lt;br /&gt;And to all of you out there yg belum di'tagged' lagi :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-5660473148169690160?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/5660473148169690160/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=5660473148169690160&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5660473148169690160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5660473148169690160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-meme.html' title='7 MeMe'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-626421081224370508</id><published>2007-05-06T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:20:59.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NeXT plez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rj3RDNhsVqI/AAAAAAAAADY/REqzc-oomhE/s1600-h/tulips_W20_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061431409335096994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rj3RDNhsVqI/AAAAAAAAADY/REqzc-oomhE/s200/tulips_W20_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was on the news today.. my ol' Mr Grumpy zealousness is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from an indubitably reliable source that ol' Mr Grumpy is now seeing other people. Yes, not just a girl, apparently there are two. Good for you ol' Mr Grumpy. I wish you the very best of what life could gives and finally find the one you're looking for. I won't be there when you get back but always remember you have once touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rules girl doesn't fall back and cry, she moves on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-626421081224370508?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/626421081224370508/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=626421081224370508&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/626421081224370508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/626421081224370508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-moving-on.html' title='NeXT plez!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rj3RDNhsVqI/AAAAAAAAADY/REqzc-oomhE/s72-c/tulips_W20_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-5833683485433383444</id><published>2007-05-05T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T07:46:59.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 MeMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Four Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Babysitter for the precious Aish and Iman&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom's driver and personal shopper&lt;br /&gt;3. Maths and English tutor for my neighbour's grandkids&lt;br /&gt;4. Dad's secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever After&lt;br /&gt;2. Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;3. A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;4. 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents' Sri Kaya&lt;br /&gt;2. Boarding school, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;3. PJ&lt;br /&gt;4. KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Would Love to Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Frasier (the whole seasons)&lt;br /&gt;2. Prison Break (Wentworth my laling)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;4. The 70's Show &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I have been on Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2. Canberra&lt;br /&gt;3. Sydney&lt;br /&gt;4. Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Websites I Visit Daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. Online newspapers&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends' blogs&lt;br /&gt;3. dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;4. radioblogclub.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of My Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom's home-cooked&lt;br /&gt;2. Yong's chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;3. Ipoh's Hor Fun Curry&lt;br /&gt;4. my infamous pasta salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I would Rather Be:&lt;br /&gt;1. Any coffee places; with a latte and a good read in handy&lt;br /&gt;2. The park; running&lt;br /&gt;3. My parents'&lt;br /&gt;4. My room; zzZZZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Albums I Cannot Live Without:&lt;br /&gt;1. John Legend - Get Lifted&lt;br /&gt;2. Justin Timberlake - FutureSex/LoveSound&lt;br /&gt;3. Sean Ghazi - Semalam&lt;br /&gt;4. *NSYNC - The Greatest Hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People to Tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://azidaspeaks.blogspot.com"&gt;Ms Mind-lionaire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://phabforlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phab Uma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://farah-the-chocoholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cik Farah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. to U, U and U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  ...to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-5833683485433383444?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/5833683485433383444/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=5833683485433383444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5833683485433383444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/5833683485433383444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-meme.html' title='4 MeMe'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-4590668198662997499</id><published>2007-04-23T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:19:20.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Learned..</title><content type='html'>"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as "making a life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that I still have a lot to learn." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-4590668198662997499?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4590668198662997499/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=4590668198662997499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4590668198662997499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4590668198662997499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve Learned..'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-6986564860458620451</id><published>2007-04-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T03:40:10.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Things I wish I can do before I reach 30</title><content type='html'>I am the last amongst my hot-gucci-mommas girlfriends to post this list. It's a very intricate issue for me since I can't literally figure out 6 things I wish I can do before reaching 30 years of age. I have more than that actually, most are not rated 'U' hehe..and sorting them out was not at all an easy task. Ms Mind-lionaire brought this subject up and has been questioning me when am I going to spell out my laundry list and here I am accommodating her request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish No. 1) I wish to become Financially independent and Emotionally stable.&lt;br /&gt;By financial, I meant to be able to afford and maintain a comfortable Home of my own (like the quaint apartment owned by Reese Witherspoon in Just Like Heaven), enough savings for the trips I'm planning to make with girlfriends and family, enough cash to buy all the things I desire without having dependency on plastics, etc. &lt;br /&gt;And by emotional, I meant to be able to have a complete control over it. I get annoyed pretty easily and I sometimes tend to show it. My annoyance tolerant level is very low at this point. I am working on it now and I am trying..very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RixTKhE-rQI/AAAAAAAAADA/3zIxqujV_RY/s1600-h/Just%2520Like%2520Heaven%2520-%2520Heart2heart%2520(350w).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RixTKhE-rQI/AAAAAAAAADA/3zIxqujV_RY/s320/Just%2520Like%2520Heaven%2520-%2520Heart2heart%2520(350w).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056507921773276418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a better pic for it but the living room they're at has always been my favourite section of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish No. 2) I wish to meet up with my fellow ex-schoolmates - Girls and Boys - before all of us turned 30. Not that our batch was close-knitted or we are still in touch for that matter. Back then we hardly found peace between Girls and Boys (we loathed each other very much that we basically pleaded not to have anything to do with one another and this obviously includes dating each other). But if memory serves me right, we Girls only had problems with this one specific circle of Boys. I should not talk bad here but back then they were such pain. However, to date, most of the members in that Boys' circle have settled down, starting a family and I am positive that they have grown up. Perhaps I can call them Men now as we Girls have gracefully turned into respectable young Ladies ourselves. I think the time has come for us to let go of our grudges and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish No. 3) I wish I can learn/master the act of sailing before I reach 30. This might sound goofus but I really wish that I can find/know/make friends with a person or people who can take me and teach me sailing. Am imagining the sails billowing above me, the wind singing in the rigging and the boat creaking gently as she cuts through the swell. Whatever floats my boat right?..Ahh Haven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RixP7BE-rMI/AAAAAAAAACg/kZbLF-14PGE/s1600-h/Sailing_at_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RixP7BE-rMI/AAAAAAAAACg/kZbLF-14PGE/s320/Sailing_at_sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056504356950420674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish No. 4) I wish I can sing at one of my best friend's wedding. My dear friend Phypster is going to get hers at one of her good friend's Big Day. And I want one oso hehe. And please be warned that I am not at all sound like Celine Dion or Siti Nurhaliza, and I am no William Hung either. All I can say is that I am not sound-deaf or tone-deaf..plez, I know my rhythm, been practising a lot during countless of karaoke sessions and have learnt some breathing and vocal techniques from Akademi Fantasia's vocal classes :-p &lt;br /&gt;** Not that I can't sing after 30, I just don't think I would have the boldness to do it in public at a much later age *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RixQaRE-rNI/AAAAAAAAACo/RrjoCtUzXDs/s1600-h/Lady%2520singing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RixQaRE-rNI/AAAAAAAAACo/RrjoCtUzXDs/s320/Lady%2520singing.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056504893821332690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish No. 5) I wish I can join one of MERCY's first aid missions before the age of 30. I have been meaning to join this humanitarian relief body since its existence in 1999 but till now the idea is still where it was 8 years ago..in my head. I know this kind of voluntary work is not for everyone. It takes a person with strong personality, solid determination and courage and a heart of a goldmine to pursue this dream. Am I one of them? God knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I am completely out of idea..This last wish is not something I wish I can do, but more on something I wish I can get..Bley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish No. 6) I wish I can get another marriage proposal before reaching 30. HA? When did I get my first? It was not exactly a marriage proposal per se, more like a guy confessing his intention. He was one of my professor's son, an Iraqi (his professor Dad is better looking than him actually, the mobster-Godfather-sexy look 'swweet!). I can't remember how we started exchanging digits. He called occasionally and one morning I got this text from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Honey, i know it's late to sms u, u are always on my mind and i can't seems to get you out. i think i have fallen in luv with u the most *tut* gal in IIU..i'm juz kidding. One day i will marry you my lady"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool innit? So if I can get another one before my 30th birthday, it would be a blast. Not that I must concur to it, just the thought of it will definitely make my day ;-) And yeah, I still keep that particular SMS. How many times can you get a text like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh, I guess that's the end of it. 6 things I wish I can do and get before I reach 30. &lt;br /&gt;** I am still in my early 20s (at least that is what my subconsious mind keeps telling me ;-)) Huurahhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-6986564860458620451?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/6986564860458620451/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=6986564860458620451&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6986564860458620451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6986564860458620451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/04/6-things-i-wish-i-can-do-before-i-reach.html' title='6 Things I wish I can do before I reach 30'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RixTKhE-rQI/AAAAAAAAADA/3zIxqujV_RY/s72-c/Just%2520Like%2520Heaven%2520-%2520Heart2heart%2520(350w).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-8084579591550536643</id><published>2007-04-11T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T03:01:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>Ms Joy, or should i call u Bree now? hehe i did this test last year but your postings made me wanna post it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please call me Kate :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhyxMFgU7RI/AAAAAAAAACI/SMpeRr1PleA/s400/94f74085945ac071fbcffa93c72b79bbaee61319.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8084579591550536643?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8084579591550536643/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8084579591550536643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8084579591550536643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8084579591550536643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-celebrity-look-alikes_11.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhyxMFgU7RI/AAAAAAAAACI/SMpeRr1PleA/s72-c/94f74085945ac071fbcffa93c72b79bbaee61319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-4448886645610865897</id><published>2007-04-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:50:50.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Penang, Pee Jam and Spartan-licious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWnpnAne-I/AAAAAAAAABg/R38D8xOzjSg/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050126890453924834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWnpnAne-I/AAAAAAAAABg/R38D8xOzjSg/s200/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best friend, Amy got married last weekend. It was pretty sad for me really..not because I'm losing her (she will always be there for me)...but because of the feeling that I MIGHT lose her. The darndest thing was at one point I managed to get her to concur on the idea of eloping..with me hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since her wedding took place in the promise land the Pearl of the Orient, we (Mya, Yanie, Ely, Hana and me) thought it would be a divine hide-out for us that weekends relaxing and unwind-ing with guiltless local delicacies, magnificient beaches, astounding views and at the end another wedding ceremony to endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not to mention foods the promise land could offer. Everybody is well informed on how delicious and mind-blowing their foods can be. Laksa (check!), Pasemboq (check!), Cendol (check!), Teh/Kopi Tarik (check! check!) Char Kuey Teow (check!), Nasi Kandaq (check!), Asam (check!), Dim Sum (tak sempat) and banyak lagi! Bizarre thing was we didn't even manage to sink our feet in the white angelic sand although the hotel we stayed in was actually facing the sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah we became Pirates of the Orient that night we went to BF. Pirated CDs and DVDs are available along the streets at rm4 a piece brudder. Heaven giler!! et moi, got 20 CDs and 1 DVD. Menarikss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wedding, we all famished like 5 hari tak makan although a night before dah melantak sakan ;-). Lucky for us it was not a buffet lunch, so can makan all-we-can at the table. Paling kelakar our portion tak cukup siap pau table sebelah hehe And akak kat table sebelah was very accommodating sampai semua makanan dia nak kasi. (Or was she being sarcastic? Tak kisah la, janji dah tak jumpa lagi hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050127216871439346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWn8nAne_I/AAAAAAAAABo/1It9XuywgiU/s200/DSC00069.JPG" width="187" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After food and photo session, we headed back to KL. Least we expect that the traffic was going to be freaky horrendous. I still can tolerate the jam but this one experience is sure to haunt me all my life. We stopped at SP r&amp;r, did all the necessary stuff so nanti no need to stop again. Ropa-ropanya ahead of us, the traffic was not at all moving. Perhaps, because of the jam punya lama crawling-crawling everybody got their bladders stressed out and full again, including me. Since everyone dah bising nak stop, we stopped at another r&amp;amp;r. Unfortunately, at the r&amp;r tu low water pressure a.k.a takde air la pulak. What to do, have to tahan la to the next r&amp;amp;r which is another hour travel with normal traffic flow. And since our chauffeur of the day pleaded to resign, I (with a bladder waiting to burst) was in-charged to take the wheels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At first, I drove as usual. Cool, calm and steady (still can tahan kench). 30-mins (still can tahan kench), 60-mins (a bit restless but still can tahan), 90-mins (restless with spits of french but still can tahan), 120-mins (restless, french-ing, cannot tahan), 150-mins (restless, cursing, honking, cannot tahan), 180-mins (restless to the max, cursing, honking, changing lanes like mad, cannot tahan any longer). Then what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, we didn't pull over and buang merata-rata la..gilo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to proceed to the nearest exit (mana-mana tah) and unload. Reached to the toll plaza, a line was waiting for us outside the ladies unlike the gents. Me and Mya dengan selambanya barged into the gents with a few guys still inside. Desperate measure babe! Nasib baik ada kakak cleaner tolong cover line hehe Went out dengan muka selamba (sorry and terima kasih to all the adiks, abangs, pakciks, atuks yang terpaksa tunggu di luar toilet pada malam yang bersejarah itu.) Now I can slash one item on my Things To Do Before I Die list :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It took us 7 hours from Ipoh to KL. Macam mana I tak hanginn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWqz3AnfCI/AAAAAAAAACA/WlQQE--nY38/s1600-h/300d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050130365082467362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWqz3AnfCI/AAAAAAAAACA/WlQQE--nY38/s200/300d.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050128999282867218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWpkXAnfBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_Wy8QT0YGnk/s200/3001.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have u guys watched 300? My gosh, I salivated (ada ke?) on the glimpses of those fine Spartans warrior..I'm never a fan of macho, muscled ketul-ketul men, but those gentlemen have made me change my preferences drastically. I thought I wouldn't enjoy ala-ala mendung (the film scheme color was dark) kinda movie but I was wrong..totally. Guess I'm one of the guys now heh! The comical side of this movie for me, i think was the antagonist characters. From androgynous King Xerxes (macam drag queen dah aku tengok), to scary-looking creatures, to inexperience and gutless army, to Si Bongkok. That's what happened to people with low self-esteem. They will always think nobody is better than them. They are always the best..Eh hello! Talk to the hand ok.Tapi yang pentingnya, Leonidas is one helva super freaking macho tak ingat huh! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWo8HAnfAI/AAAAAAAAABw/uEi7AGJP49Q/s1600-h/300-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050128307793132546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWo8HAnfAI/AAAAAAAAABw/uEi7AGJP49Q/s200/300-32.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pip and I 'kenyang' as our eyes were well fed and we smiled sampai telinga on our way out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Leonidas, I hope to see u again in my dream tonight! Mmmuuuahhhh bebeh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-4448886645610865897?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4448886645610865897/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=4448886645610865897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4448886645610865897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4448886645610865897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-penang-pee-jam-and-spartan-licious.html' title='From Penang, Pee Jam and Spartan-licious!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp0.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RhWnpnAne-I/AAAAAAAAABg/R38D8xOzjSg/s72-c/DSC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-7455476864299895664</id><published>2007-03-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:22:26.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Me, Tagged U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dear friend &lt;a href="http://phyp.blogspot.com"&gt;Pip&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. Weird things huh? Puh-lease and i mean puhlease friends don't stop calling me after reading this :-p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rules of the game: Each player of this game starts out by telling 6 weird things about themselves on their own blog, as well as state the rules clearly. At the end, you will need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list out their names. After you do that, leave them a comment on their blogs letting them know you tagged them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Admittedly, I suffer O.C.D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I fold my dirty laundry nicely before putting them into the laundry basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would mostly hand-washed my clothes and use the washing machine for spinning only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I clean the bathroom after shower everytime (hotel bathrooms inclusive)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I only sleep on a made bed. Even at times when I just lepak-lepak on my bed reading or day-dreaming, I'll make sure to make the bed again before dozing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm the kind of person who knows whenever my things are touched, moved or used. I'm not kedekut ok, u can touch or use my stuff but please put it back where you found it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My rule before entering the car, always ketuk2 your shoes to avoid the debris from getting into the car. (Applies to all penumpang-penumpang)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel asphyxiated surrounded by any unkept states.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) With muka tak malu I still ask money from Abah (read: Talian Hayat). Ye la since all of my sisters are happily married, leaving Adek and me with the luxury of this life support system. But i'm not spoiled, fret not. Every transaction is supported by solid justification.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) Whenever I have to do my own mani and pedi, I'll make sure I have a mirror as guidance. Or in simple words, I do my own mani and pedi in front of a mirror. Why? Coz I found that I have this 'kero' eyes that whenever I cut the nails, it will always senget. With a mirror at my disposal, the reflection will tell me that the cutting is as I desired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) At this age, I still occasionally sleep in the same room as my parents. Occasionally, ok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) I fancy guys wearing Bermudas. No apparent reasons I just like seeing santai, relaxed, "i'm cool" attitudes those guys have. Quoting &lt;a href="http://lolyta.blogspot.com"&gt;Lolyta&lt;/a&gt; " I LOiKE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my ULTIMATE weirdness of all.....jeng jeng jeng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My favourite love song of all time..sung by none other than our very own, the one and the only songstress who dare pulled that lampu dress Ramlah Ram :-))"Sukarnya untukku berpisah denganmu..Kau kunci, cinta ku, di dalam hati mu...oooo" and I literally know the whole song :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ yeah i'm expecting that face u're making ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-7455476864299895664?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7455476864299895664/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=7455476864299895664&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7455476864299895664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7455476864299895664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-me-tagged-u.html' title='Tagged Me, Tagged U'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-7285646288024324582</id><published>2007-03-27T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:02:55.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RgjZBvi1wxI/AAAAAAAAABU/6i6jP52VI9c/s1600-h/listenman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046522006434333458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="321" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RgjZBvi1wxI/AAAAAAAAABU/6i6jP52VI9c/s400/listenman.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm over your lies and I'm over your games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over you asking me when you know I'm not ok&lt;br /&gt;You call me at night, and I pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;And though you've been telling me, I know you're not alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why your eyes, I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile, I'm over it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realized I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you to be wanting me No, that ain't no way to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I feel, read my lips because I'm so over, I'm so over, I'm so…&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, and it's my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never were a friend of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurt at first, a little bit and now I'm so over, So over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over your hands and I'm over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Trying to drag me down and fill me with self doubt&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that's why your world, I'm over it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't call, don't come by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't no use don't ask me why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There'll be no more cryin' in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So sure, I'm over it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not your girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-7285646288024324582?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7285646288024324582/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=7285646288024324582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7285646288024324582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7285646288024324582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-over.html' title='I&apos;m OVER!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RgjZBvi1wxI/AAAAAAAAABU/6i6jP52VI9c/s72-c/listenman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-7834425775596374432</id><published>2007-03-08T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:01:00.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne Me Quitte Pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;{} Il faut oublier {} Tout peut s'oublier {} Qui s'enfuit dj {} Oublier le temps {} Des malentendus {} Et le temps perdu {} A savoir comment {} Oublier ces heures {} Qui tuaient parfois {} A coups de pourquoi {} Le coeur du bonheur {}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi je t'offrirai {} Des perles de pluie {} Venues de pays {} Ou il ne pleut pas {} Je creuserai la terre {} Jusqu'aprs ma mort {} Pour couvrir ton corps {} D'or et de lumire {} Je ferai un domaine {} Ou l'amour sera roi {} Ou l'amour sera loi {} Ou tu seras reine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'inventerai {} Des mots insenss {} Que tu comprendras {} Je te parlerai {} De ces amants-l {} Qui ont vu deux fois {} Leurs coeurs s'embraser {} Je te raconterai {} L'histoire de ce roi {}Mort de n'avoir pas {} Pu te rencontrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a vu souvent {} Rejaillir le feu {} De l'ancien volcan {} Qu'on croyait trop vieux {} Il est paraâ‚¬?t-il {} Des terres brules {} Donnant plus de bl {} Qu'un meilleur avril {} Et quand vient le soir {} Pour qu'un ciel flamboie {} Le rouge et le noir {} Ne s'pousent-ils pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus pleurer {} Je ne vais plus parler {} Je me cacherai l {} A te regarder {} Danser et sourire {} Et t'couter {} Chanter et puis rire {} Laisse-moi devenir {} L'ombre de ton ombre{} L'ombre de ta main {} L'ombre de ton chien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas :: Ne me quitte pas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RfD35s1rK7I/AAAAAAAAABM/FzEdGAMeh_s/s1600-h/B00009PJPJ.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039800553688476594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RfD35s1rK7I/AAAAAAAAABM/FzEdGAMeh_s/s400/B00009PJPJ.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RfD3hM1rK6I/AAAAAAAAABE/LHyTNs2cLus/s1600-h/B00009PJPJ.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/21031258-7834425775596374432?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7834425775596374432/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=7834425775596374432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7834425775596374432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7834425775596374432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/03/ne-me-quitte-pas.html' title='Ne Me Quitte Pas'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RfD35s1rK7I/AAAAAAAAABM/FzEdGAMeh_s/s72-c/B00009PJPJ.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-7779018400433025647</id><published>2007-02-22T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:41:22.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i carry your heart with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rd1UPm7unlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MbUJxtuDLGY/s1600-h/0802130720.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034272585595919954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rd1UPm7unlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MbUJxtuDLGY/s400/0802130720.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;carry&lt;/span&gt; your heart with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i am never without it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i fear no fate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i want no world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-7779018400433025647?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7779018400433025647/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=7779018400433025647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7779018400433025647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/7779018400433025647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='i carry your heart with me...'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rd1UPm7unlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MbUJxtuDLGY/s72-c/0802130720.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-8399226654647466823</id><published>2007-02-20T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:19:16.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rd1QuG7unkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pA4h1wWosQU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034268711535418946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rd1QuG7unkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pA4h1wWosQU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;They say the first love is the most important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's very romantic but it's not the case with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was something between us yet there wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It transpired and expired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands don't tremble, when I stumble upon small mementos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a stack of letters wrapped in twine—not even a ribbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our only meeting after all these years is a conversation between two chairs at a cold table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other loves still breathe deeply within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one lacks the breath to sigh&lt;br /&gt;But still, just the way it is, it can do what the rest are not yet able to do : unremembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even dreamt of it accustoms me to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Wislawa Szymborska&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-8399226654647466823?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8399226654647466823/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=8399226654647466823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8399226654647466823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/8399226654647466823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp1.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/Rd1QuG7unkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pA4h1wWosQU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-1198882711069863396</id><published>2007-02-12T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T05:10:20.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blubbering BaBeL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030613999309200946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RdBUx27unjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/na3XG8i7Ypk/s200/621Resize%2520of%2520babel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was rather an unplanned event for me to go watch Babel last weekend. Perhaps it was the recognition and the winnings (Best Director and Prize of Ecumenial Jury) at the Cannes Film Festival that glued me to the idea of exploring what were actually on Iñárritu's and Arriaga's minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was mooching around the GSC MV while waiting for my dear polar bear friend to come out of his hibernation. Apparently it was his payback for I was always 'On Time' whenever movie was suggested and agreed upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins in the satanically parched deserts of Morocco where a goat herder hands a high-powered rifle to his two young sons, telling them to kill any jackals impinging upon his herd. With no jackals in sight, the more impetuous of the two sons fires the rifle at a tour bus scurrying through the landscape. The walleyed boys flee the scene, while on the bus, the tourists frantically deal with the aftermath. In particular, Susan and her husband Richard, an American couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030613256279858722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RdBUGm7uniI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9UfBnDQYwIc/s200/NYET17612141356-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was already in the impression that the movie would turn out to be yet another sensational encounter of me movie fiend-self. And my..my..I can't believe how right I was until this one particular scene where one of the sons (yes the impetuous one again) starts to play his 'instrument' after much adoration and admiration towards his own sister! All in all, we can't blame the child or the sister for that matter for such behaviour. The family lives in a very remote village where another neighbouring house might probably costs them a couple of hours of on-foot journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the story of two children (whom coincidentally happened to be the American couple's children) being hauled over the US-Mexico border by their nanny whose decision to attend her son's wedding looks ill-informed once she experiences difficulty crossing back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most visually engaging feature in this movie follows Chieko, a deaf-mute student as she explores her sexual impulses through the fluorescent and furiously busy streets of Tokyo. From the 'hairy monster' protest (the unforgettable leg-crossing Basic Instinct stunt) to Lets-Go-Commando-and-Flash-Some-Skin attitude. I was surprised those scenes passed the butchering of the Sensorhip Board. But I must admit, I won't be very happy if the shots were cut. It could have ruined the whole story. Well not per se but it managed to make my dear polar bear friend back to his seat and was actually paying attention till the movie ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to disclose more about the movie, it would destroy the essence of movie-watching. This movie overflows with memorable acting, unforgettable images, searing tragedy, unexpected humor and an eloquent plea for international understanding. It is a beautiful illustration of humanity, compassion and most of all one's dignity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is celebrated in all the world's religions as the most powerful and poignant emotion. To me, Babel gives access to the many shades of love as it shows what happens when it is ignored, squandered, or annihilated by anger, fear, hatred, and violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-1198882711069863396?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/1198882711069863396/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=1198882711069863396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/1198882711069863396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/1198882711069863396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2007/02/blubbering-babel.html' title='Blubbering BaBeL'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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://bp3.blogger.com/_a1O6G6y5wbM/RdBUx27unjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/na3XG8i7Ypk/s72-c/621Resize%2520of%2520babel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-1845322051696248736</id><published>2006-12-12T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:00:14.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm going to start this post with a shoutout:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;                I celebrated my 18th birthday again last sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i don't know about others but being born in december has make me somehow feel 'young' (not that i'm old, mind you) just that the additional year only comes at the end of the year and you kinda stuck at that age until the end of next year.. you get me? So the feeling of getting a year older after New Year doesn't really affect me after all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have to admit, this year celebration is the best yet. it started with an announcement on the &lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; by dayang that we are having pool party at cik Are's kg warisan apartment on the &lt;strong&gt;10th&lt;/strong&gt;. i'll be bluffing if i say i was not estatic hearing that. Not that i expect anything, but 10 has always been my lucky number :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then, a birthday wish from my friend (kam)Bing on the &lt;strong&gt;3th&lt;/strong&gt;. With the amount of travelling he's making this whole month he probably suffers from &lt;a href="http://www.shorttermmemoryloss.com/"&gt;STML&lt;/a&gt; for wishing me a week earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;7th,&lt;/strong&gt; Mya dengan confident nya wished me Happy Belated Birthday. Nasib baik she came with a preposition, a vacation in Bali early next year. Kalau tak dah lama kena nudge that girl :p  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:00, 9 Dec 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Received a becoming birthday wish from a new friend who text me everyday without fail  after our first meeting. He always have questions to ask which make me sometimes wonder "dia ni kenapa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:00, 9 Dec 2006 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home from Renaissance. The head felt so heavy due to sleep deprivation from last night. Too much of talking is very bad for health. Freshened up, was supposed to go out but decided to play stationed aka Zzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;00:00, 10 Dec 2006 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Woke up. Home alone. Dayang was busy mandor-ing the party preparation at cik Are's, Adrin went home to Seremban. Received a birthday wish from Annie and planned for brunch together. Was so in birthday mood until i turned on the telly. Can u imagine in the first hour of your 18th-again birthday the opening vid on MTV was Lonely by AKon? and the movie playing on HBO was Bridget Jones : The Edge of Reason? i need not to be reminded of that..My God, spoilt my mood betul! Rasa nak saman je Astro. Last-last, i turned the telly off, jumped into bed and Zzzzzzzz..lagi best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00, 10 Dec 2006&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up Annie and Sofea at BU. Spent the afternoon at Delicious, my favourite makan place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:00, 10 Dec 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at cik Are's. Went straight to the pool where the party's going. Tengah-tengah busy barbequeing, the day started to pour. Lebat gila-gila until we were all wet satu badan. Dah la tak bawak any spares..and luckily no paparazzo around to take my oh-so-gorgeous-wet-and-sexy look..and luckily also i wore black..kalau tak memang dah berlakon filem Hindustan that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:00, 10 Dec 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continued to pour like no one else business but we managed to cooked the chickens and lambs to perfection. At least still can makan even though the wheather was not on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:30, 10 Dec 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaked out to jacuzzi with pip. Bayangkan we both berendam in the jacuzzi after all the bbq smokes and rains..memang tak pernah dibuat me in a swimming pool with my jeans on! but a birthday girl can do what ever she wants on her birthday right? And yang kelakarnya, ada pulak org nak berkenalan time-time tuh haha..met these two vietnamese guys who apparently working with iPerintis on a project for PETRONAS in the pool with us! And yang lagi kelakarnya siap invited me over for makan-makan at his place lagi. Gilo!&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Patut la i'm single till now..kena penetrate international market rupanya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21:00, 10 Dec 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to cik Are's. Showered and was rushed to the living room by Apai. Yeah, they bought me a birthday cake. Thanks you guys for all the effort! Having a pool party on my birthday pun dah cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01:00, 11 Dec 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sure i can't drive home. Passed out at cik Are's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08:00, 11 Dec 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponteng kerja. Woke up for breakfast then sleep again till 2pm. Headed home with a  smile on my face. I had a really wonderful birthday this year :))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-1845322051696248736?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/1845322051696248736/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=1845322051696248736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/1845322051696248736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/1845322051696248736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-going-to-start-this-post-with.html' title=''/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-4176937232363818754</id><published>2006-11-29T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:33:58.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's something that i always wanted to say..to someone i care for..but never have the audacity nor the courage to really express my feelings. Perhaps, if that person sees or even interested in wasting the precious time reading this, it is an accomplishment..for me. i have nothing to offer, but i promise to always be there by your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time I had nothing to give &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I needed shelter from the storm i was in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it all got too heavy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You carried my weight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i want to hold you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i want to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you are all that i need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, I give my soul to keep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see me, love me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the way i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you i am a better man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said you are the reason &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everything i do I'd be lost, so lost without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the stars &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the edge of the sea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one but you and me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd talk for hours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As time drifts away I could stay here forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold you this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz you are all that i need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, I give my soul to keep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see me, love me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the way i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you i am a better man I said you are the reason &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everything i do I'd be lost, so lost without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-miss j-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-4176937232363818754?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4176937232363818754/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=4176937232363818754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4176937232363818754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/4176937232363818754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-man.html' title='Better Man'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-6833275060569362363</id><published>2006-11-21T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:36:59.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when Diila is happy, the birds sing with her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/1600/829975/DSCN6347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/200/654668/DSCN6347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the songbird Kris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/1600/994672/IMG_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/200/29459/IMG_0734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the little-baby-bird, Sofea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/1600/630124/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/200/862242/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the adorable-todds birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/1600/568869/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/200/241770/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the ladybirds @ cik are's kg warisan apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/1600/258452/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2394/2567/200/723313/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the delicious-down-under bird..hmm yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-6833275060569362363?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/6833275060569362363/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=6833275060569362363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6833275060569362363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/6833275060569362363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='when Diila is happy, the birds sing with her'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-116212163047148026</id><published>2006-11-01T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:16:43.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Single EyeLid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/sepet_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/sepet_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched sepet today..for the zillion-th time. And I was moved (aka cried).. yet again for the zillion-th time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to bring out the emotions in me..the feeling of love and being loved. How when love struck, everything feels like magic. Two people from different background, met and fell in love without knowing what the future holds for them. How when you finally meet that person, you wanted him/her to know that he/she means the world to you and you would never do anything to hurt his/her feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...he doesn't know me well enough to like me..but he's in love with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love continues to blossom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason: orked?&lt;br /&gt;orked: hmm..&lt;br /&gt;jason: how long do u think it takes to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;orked: a minute..&lt;br /&gt;orked: how long did it take for you to fall in love with me?&lt;br /&gt;jason: much less than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it closes with a tearful ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all my life i've been waiting for you..it took so long..and i'm not going to give up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it is as near to you as your life but you can never wholely own it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i have a confession to make: &lt;strong&gt;diila is the ratu airmata&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-116212163047148026?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/116212163047148026/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=116212163047148026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/116212163047148026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/116212163047148026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/11/single-eyelid.html' title='the Single EyeLid'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-116212188642282020</id><published>2006-10-24T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:17:39.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/IMG_2426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/400/IMG_2426.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-116212188642282020?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/116212188642282020/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=116212188642282020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/116212188642282020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/116212188642282020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-116045839517953425</id><published>2006-10-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T04:11:28.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/w32125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/w32125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself fascinatingly reading poetry lately..i am so infatuated with those haiku, ruba'iyat that i sometimes think what a desolated world it would be without people like Jelaluddin Rumi, Rabinranath Tagore or Kobayashi Issa constantly reminding us about life, it's ups and downs, and all the great things it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading has been my passion ever since I was little. Admittedly, I was a slow reader, I only started reading fluently at the age of 8 (in English, I mean) and I have been blaming television for that. My parents were so worried that I can't cope with school knowing my 'little' weakness but truth be told, I was always end up at the top of my class each year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like throughout the years my reading materials have evolved significantly. I was a loyal reader of CLEO but now CLEO doesn't excite me the way it used to anymore. I am more into OPRAH, IN STYLE, BAZAAR, TIME, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC these days. Then come romance by Julie Garwood's, Sidney Sheldon's, Jude Deveraux's, Judith McNaught's (to name a few) which without fail gave me new aspirations everytime I read them from cover to cover but now I only found what I want in Dostoevsky's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the poetry reading fetish. I am currently exploring the rubaiyat of the late Jelaluddin Rumi or Rumi as he is known to the English-speaking world. The general theme of his rubaiyat mainly evolves round the concept of Tauhid and I, personally found solace in each one of them. Rumi is considered an example of Insani Kamil - the perfected or completed human being. Rumi believes passionately in the use of music, poetry and dancing as as path for reaching God.(He practised sufism afterall) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what good would it bring me with all this poetry and literature reading? Sometimes I feel like, did I make the perfect choice taking Engineering major in school or would I be much excel in literature instead should I were given more exposure to it?  This is my life enigma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who are you? The inner vision of consciousness?&lt;br /&gt;The heart? A sacred half-light, are you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you grow gathering? Are you a friend of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;who comes and goes so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget your vertical passage,&lt;br /&gt;the night of power, and don't hide from the one&lt;br /&gt;for whom all our secrets are down in the pillow &lt;br /&gt;under his head, doctor of lovers, soul for this thick world,&lt;br /&gt;the one who spiral iron like dough and makes the body lightedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No belief is necessary to enter this tent&lt;br /&gt;where one love story changes to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that with these words brought here&lt;br /&gt;by a falcon from the wrist of Shams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry and music are two great mysteries of human conciousness. Rumi lets them pour through as a beauty we are, and a kind of a home too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-116045839517953425?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/116045839517953425/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=116045839517953425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/116045839517953425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/116045839517953425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-journey.html' title='A Long Journey'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115924599753795862</id><published>2006-09-26T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:55:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;:0)</title><content type='html'>This is so funny that I forgot to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MAKE A WOMAN HAPPY....A MAN ONLY NEEDS TO BE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a friend &lt;br /&gt;2. a companion&lt;br /&gt;3. a lover &lt;br /&gt;4. a brother&lt;br /&gt;5. a father &lt;br /&gt;6. a master&lt;br /&gt;7. a chef&lt;br /&gt;8. an electrician&lt;br /&gt;9. a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;10. a plumber &lt;br /&gt;11. a mechanic &lt;br /&gt;12. a decorator &lt;br /&gt;13. a stylist&lt;br /&gt;14. a sexologist&lt;br /&gt;15. a gynecologist &lt;br /&gt;16. a psychologist&lt;br /&gt;17. a pest exterminator &lt;br /&gt;18. a psychiatrist &lt;br /&gt;19. a healer&lt;br /&gt;20. a good listener&lt;br /&gt;21. an organizer &lt;br /&gt;22. a good father&lt;br /&gt;23. very clean &lt;br /&gt;24. sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;25. athletic&lt;br /&gt;26. warm&lt;br /&gt;27. attentive&lt;br /&gt;28. gallant &lt;br /&gt;29. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;30. funny &lt;br /&gt;31. creative &lt;br /&gt;32. tender&lt;br /&gt;33. strong&lt;br /&gt;34. understanding&lt;br /&gt;35. tolerant&lt;br /&gt;36. prudent&lt;br /&gt;37. ambitious &lt;br /&gt;38. capable &lt;br /&gt;39. courageous&lt;br /&gt;40. determined&lt;br /&gt;41. true&lt;br /&gt;42. dependable&lt;br /&gt;43. passionate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;45. love shopping&lt;br /&gt;46. be honest &lt;br /&gt;47. be very rich &lt;br /&gt;48. not stress her out &lt;br /&gt;49. not look at other girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. give her lots of attention, but expect little &lt;br /&gt;yourself&lt;br /&gt;51. give her lots of time, especially time for herself &lt;br /&gt;52. give her lots of space, never worrying about where &lt;br /&gt;she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Never to forget:&lt;br /&gt;* birthdays &lt;br /&gt;* anniversaries &lt;br /&gt;* arrangements she makes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave him alone :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115924599753795862?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115924599753795862/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115924599753795862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115924599753795862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115924599753795862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/09/0.html' title='&lt;:0)'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115905647043384893</id><published>2006-09-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:37:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiLaC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/Lilac-doves.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/Lilac-doves.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always believe that things happen for reasons..or well at least a reason. Like, there are reasons behind Earth oblate spheroid shape and its 24-hours north to south poles axis rotation, or explanation to the endless Arab-Israeli conflict at the West Bank, or the motives of the vicious 9/11 attack, or the justification on the constant malicious verbal why-are-u-changing-my-policy critisms by the former premier which I personally think is a complete No-No (Do not wash your dirty linen in public, remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I had a meaningful conversation with someone who actually changed my perception on seeing things. He asked me a few questions which I think are best shared with the rest of the world. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: "As a person who believes in the Oneness of God and His Diety, what you normally do if you are really in need of something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I will work hard for it, pray to God and hoping that my doa will be heard and granted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: "Then, if your doa was granted, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'll be delighted, bien sur, God hears me and be grateful of what was granted upon me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: "And if God doesn't fulfil your wishes, how would that make you feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I won't be devastated because I was taught that God knows what is best for me and I believe that He has bigger plans for me. Something way better than what I had wished for. And I accept that He is testing my faith and how well I managed to cope with such pressure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Have you ever realised that the reason God put you into such situation is because He knows that you can handle the weight it carries. He sees what you are capable of and by all means He will help you get though it, lead you to the right path as long as you keep your faith as guidelines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase 'handle the weight it carries' has been playing on my mind since then. It is clear to me that no matter under what circumstances things are, I was tested because I was strong enough to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a single in this metropolis is a blessing after all. I need time to sort my elements, arrange and rearrange my priorities, set my goals, then I can think of welcoming newbies in my life and that was what God has granted me with. I might not become the best life partner to my future other half if I were to settle down now, I might not win the Best Mommy in the World award if I were to have kids now, simply because I might not be able to cope with the weight they carry and I ended up hurting people I care for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am an advocate of optimism and I do hope that in the end, my life would be a smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of spring&lt;br /&gt;when the sky is filled&lt;br /&gt;with the odour of lilac&lt;br /&gt;when darkness becomes desire&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing that does not wish to be born&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Strand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Selamat Berpuasa to all*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115905647043384893?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115905647043384893/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115905647043384893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115905647043384893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115905647043384893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/09/lilac.html' title='LiLaC'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115822744541847394</id><published>2006-09-14T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T03:14:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Strike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/250px-Four-leaf_clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/250px-Four-leaf_clover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are often afraid to realize how much of an impact luck plays. There are moments in a tennis match where the ball hits the top of the net, and for a split second, remains in mid-air. With a little luck, the ball goes over, and you win. Or maybe it doesn't, and you lose.&lt;em&gt;- Match Point by Woody Allen-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really true? Can luck alone leads to one's greatness? Of course being the son of King Philip II of Mecedon qualifies Alexander as the heir of the throne but certainly his success of conquering most of his known world was not merely because he was made lucky. He was a planner, a strategic thinker, the greatest military strategist and tactician who has ever lived and above all a man ahead of his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in luck? I would say Yes and No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt; because luck happens beyond a person's control. Like for example, a person's place of birth, the family a person was born into, the genetic constitution, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; because I sometimes feel that the belief in luck is a result of poor reasoning or wishful thinking. I also believe that the approach to luck includes the application of rules of probability: (I'm over analysing again Pip, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; happens (luck-attracting event or action) and then &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; happens&lt;br /&gt; Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;A caused B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity. But opportunities come by luck, in fact I would say Opportunity is Luck. Therefore Oprah and all these other people who (along with hardwork, intelligence, etc.) got extremely lucky and became super successive are now using this "There is no luck" message to portray themselves as ultimate victors in a seemingly merit-based life game, where everyone has the same opportunities/luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also there are some manifestations of unlucky-ness that I can't really comprehend. Like Stepping on a crack (the mother's back will break) or Stepping on a line in pavement or floor cover ("step on a line, you'll break your spine") or Breaking a mirror (seven years bad luck) or Opening an umbrella indoor or Saying 'Good Luck or Replying 'Thank you" to someone wishing good luck and the one my beautiful Mak always says 'Jangan potong kuku malam-malam nanti kuku mati' :-? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say is that Luck has a peculiar habit of favoring those who don't depend on it. Maybe Luck is what you have left over after you give 100 percent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba I feel like singing Britney's Lucky..what a disastrous ending!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115822744541847394?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115822744541847394/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115822744541847394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115822744541847394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115822744541847394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/09/lucky-strike.html' title='Lucky Strike'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115794812393220005</id><published>2006-09-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:15:32.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Vocabulary, Keywords and Meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/ist2_543891_male_and_female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/ist2_543891_male_and_female.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has occured to me that until now (after 4 million years of human existence) there are still guys out there who can't really seems to interpret that what women say usually doesn't reflect on they actually mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think women are that hard to understand. One thing you should know is that  we speak well with &lt;strong&gt;sarcasm&lt;/strong&gt; and typically it won't cost u a rocket scientist to figure that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I do believe there are always room for improvement. For guys out there, make it an effort to memorise the list below before that lovely Krakatoa of yours starts to erupt (yet again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. FINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the word we use at the end of any argument in which we feel we are right, but need to shut you up. NEVER use 'Fine' to describe how a woman looks. This will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. FIVE MINUTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so I feel that it's an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means something and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with the word "Fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. GO AHEAD (with raised eyebrows)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. GO AHEAD (normal eyebrows)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care". You will get a raised eyebrow "Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. LOUD SIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually a word, but is still often a verbal statement very misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. SOFT SIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not a word, but a verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" are one of the few things that some men actually understand. She is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe and she will stay content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. OH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word followed by any statement is trouble. Example; "Oh, let me get that". Or, "Oh, I talked to him about what you were doing last night". If she says "Oh" before a statement, run, do not walk, to the nearest exit. She will tell you that she is "Fine" when she is done tossing your clothes out the window, but do not expect her to talk to you for at least 2 days. "Oh" as the lead-in to a sentence usually signifies that you are caught in a lie. Do not try to lie more to get out of it, or you will get raised eyebrows and a "Go ahead," followed by acts so unspeakable that I can't bring myself to write about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. THAT'S OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can say to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before visiting on you major retribution and tribulations for what ever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and used in conjunction with a raised eyebrow "Go Ahead". At some point in the near future when she has plotted and planned, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. PLEASE DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance to tell the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. THANKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not faint, just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. THANKS A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much different than "Thanks". A woman will say, "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have hurt her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh". Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh", as she will only tell you "Nothing".&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115794812393220005?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115794812393220005/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115794812393220005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115794812393220005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115794812393220005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/09/womans-vocabulary-keywords-and.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Vocabulary, Keywords and Meanings'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115768639461801563</id><published>2006-09-07T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:33:14.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't they just ADORABLE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/F4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/400/F4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/aish%20iman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/400/aish%20iman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115768639461801563?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115768639461801563/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115768639461801563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115768639461801563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115768639461801563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/09/arent-they-just-adorable.html' title='Aren&apos;t they just ADORABLE?'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115743348004998524</id><published>2006-09-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T06:25:55.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; FOun</title><content type='html'>What does it mean if you consistently thinking about someone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like ‘gila bayang’ or anything similar to that but still..that someone is the first and last thing on your mind every morning and every night. His/her antics, his/her terrible jokes, the way his/her eyes dance when he/she passionately telling you about his/her new hobby, etc keep on rolling in your mind like a never ending story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years of trying to comprehend the complexity of human, I came across this rather peculiar human instinct which I found very amusing. After countless experiments and discussions with fellow aficionados, I came to believe that if your think affectionately of someone, 87% of the time he/she is thinking about you as well. Perhaps the aura or the vibes triggered between the two individuals intersected subconciously somewhere up there (God knows) resulting the Cupid to fire the lightning of thoughts to the lucky individuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once said to me “I think you should stop analyzing yourself too much” and for God sake I think she was right. I am governed by logic instead of emotions. I know sometimes we need to follow what the heart says but the heart is administered by emotions. One might say, “Let it out, you have nothing to lose, girl” and personally I don’t buy that. You have got a lot to lose. What would happen if the outcome were not like what you had anticipated? You will either feel: (a) Sad, (b) Depressed,(c) Embarrassed, (d) A, B &amp; C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might also say, "If you keep the feelings you have for that person within you, who in the world would know about it?" Well, nobody needs to tell anybody about it..with the new 87% rule, u knew it..by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/Cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/Cupid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opss, excuse me for a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment..i think &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone out there just &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got hit by the Cupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to take this call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: see, it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115743348004998524?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115743348004998524/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115743348004998524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115743348004998524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115743348004998524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-foun.html' title='Lost &amp; FOun'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115669686412635459</id><published>2006-08-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:44:42.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MeLoJo JOjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/mojojojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/mojojojo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you are&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you're doing&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which way you're going&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you're with&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when you'll call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you know what babe...I don't even know why I bother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-d-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115669686412635459?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115669686412635459/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115669686412635459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115669686412635459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115669686412635459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/08/melojo-jojo.html' title='MeLoJo JOjo'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-115647737794768801</id><published>2006-08-22T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:42:57.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day the Prime Minister smiled at me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/paklah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/400/paklah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look towards the right-end corner..my hand was the star of the show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115647737794768801?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115647737794768801/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115647737794768801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115647737794768801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115647737794768801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-prime-minister-smiled-at-me.html' title='The day the Prime Minister smiled at me'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115614764489999994</id><published>2006-08-20T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:56:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Du fond mon cœur</title><content type='html'>Pour quelqu'un qui m'est cher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me manques. J'espère que tu t'ennuies de moi autant que je m'ennuie de toi. Je veux te rencontrer dans mes rêves et te dire "je t'aime".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pense continuellement à vous. Je suis sous votre charm. Je ne veux savoir qu'une chose: ai-je seulement une petite chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'absence est à l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent&lt;br /&gt;Il éteint le petit et allume le grand&lt;br /&gt;- La Rochefoucauld&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime du tout mon cœur;&lt;br /&gt;-d-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115614764489999994?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115614764489999994/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115614764489999994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115614764489999994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115614764489999994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/08/du-fond-mon-cur.html' title='Du fond mon cœur'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115571732679817795</id><published>2006-08-16T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:35:26.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; thanks loly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115571732679817795?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115571732679817795/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115571732679817795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115571732679817795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115571732679817795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/08/me.html' title='mE'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115520650534635737</id><published>2006-08-10T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:57:04.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SheesH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it, we love comedy, we love satire, we love to laugh, and we love to make others laugh. However, what counts as funny? What counts as humor? No one really knows, but somehow when someone does make you laugh you’ll remember it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eclectic and like all sorts of humor from all sorts of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who laugh at the dry wit of British humor. Others crack up at Jim Carrey's zany hijinx. Still, others go for the working class humor of Larry the Cable Guy. And there are still others who laugh heartily at the foibles of a good chuckle-filled "Will and Grace" episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what's more at work here is that humor is culturally based. British humor is dryer and more based on verbal parrys. British people are very provincial about their humor, think its superior to all humor out there and look down their snoots at any other type of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American humor is more slapstick and visual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian humor? Hmm with the likes of Afdlin Shauki, Harith Iskander, Apek Senario and the gang i guess i agree that Malaysia Boleh yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a disagreement with Mr My-Jokes-Are-Funny-&amp;-Yours-Are-Not a few weeks ago..i'm sorry for being ignorance but i seriously cannot digest your british joke about england (together with their japanese allies) are contemplating war against france..je ne comprend pas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, funny or not the british are quite funny to look at :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           "How come every time you come around&lt;br /&gt;                         My London London Bridge want to go down&lt;br /&gt;                          Like London London want you to go down&lt;br /&gt;                              Like London London be going down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Whatever it is Mista, my jokes are definitely funnier than yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115520650534635737?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115520650534635737/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115520650534635737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115520650534635737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115520650534635737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/08/sheesh.html' title='SheesH!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115519047037296452</id><published>2006-08-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:14:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CraP!</title><content type='html'>mr eyeCandy reminds me of my long lost forgotten love story..the 3 wonderful(and painful) years of my life. He looks just like him..the stail, the attitude.. all seem so familiar and yet..mon dieu! why am i reminiscing my failed relationship and even bother to write about it in my blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sometimes when the memories tickled, i can't help but to think of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The end was quick and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Slow and sweet was the time between us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and sweet were the nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is as bitter and grinding as sand -&lt;br /&gt;"We shall be sensible" and similar curses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we stray further from love&lt;br /&gt;we multiply the words,&lt;br /&gt;Words and sentences long and orderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had we remained together&lt;br /&gt;we could have become a silence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a million years ago but we both know that deep down inside we still hold a tiny piece of each other's heart...somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; look what u've done to me eyeCandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115519047037296452?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115519047037296452/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115519047037296452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115519047037296452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115519047037296452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/08/crap.html' title='CraP!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115432306645905567</id><published>2006-07-30T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:21:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakittttttt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/DSC06276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/200/DSC06276.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/DSC06274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/200/DSC06274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/DSC06267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/200/DSC06267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first attempt at paintball..all i can say is this game is freaky damn cool..our team won three games and lost three games as well..so kira not bad la for first timers like us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt being hit by a paintball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the hell yeah..It's uncomfortable.  But its not a pain that cannot be tolerated.  Plus, it depends where you get shot.  A paintball is a sphere of liquid or gel paint in a thin, protective, biodegradable coating, exactly like those oil balls you put in your bath to make your skin softer only much tougher and won't melt away in water so easily.  Getting shot in the arm and leg will hurt.  Shot in the upper body on the chest and back, of course it will hurt.  Shot in the neck or groin, you're going down, but those shots are one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it can be compared to a wet towel being whipped across your rear end.  There is a quick stinging pain but in a few moments it will lessen.  Usually you will be so upset you got shot or the adrenaline will be running through you so fast, you will hardly notice it.  It really isn't all that bad.  Getting a tongue piercing or a tattoo is far worse (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got 2 nasty wounds not to forget few blacks-&amp;-blues all over the body which i think are capable of making my mom pengsan of shocked..kenapa la anak dara aku ni ganas sgt ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115432306645905567?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115432306645905567/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115432306645905567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115432306645905567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115432306645905567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/07/sakittttttt.html' title='Sakittttttt...'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115277609427759432</id><published>2006-07-13T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:33:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not WeLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/O2.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/O2.gif.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days of constant mingling with smokers and voluntarily inhaling ciggies' smokes, my system just waiting to exhale..my head suddenly feels heavy, my nose starts running, my eyes watery, my throat sores and my shirt stinks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not anti-smokers or that i think smokers look charmingly macho and sexy but please don't lit your ciggies when u are around me..i mean, i live in an environment where nobody in my family smokes..not even my in-laws..so, smoking and diila definitely don't sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure i did try smoking before..name the brand and chances are i tried it at least once (a puff or two still count)..but somehow that habit doesn't stay with me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i read on the NET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breathing in other people's smoke boosts the risk of developing diabetes, a new study suggests. US researchers examined more than 4500 men and women in Birmingham, Alabama, Chicago and Minneapolis, Minnesota, and Oakland, California.... Those who had never smoked, but who were frequently exposed to second-hand smoke came next, with 17% developing glucose intolerance. This was higher than the 14% risk rate in the group of people who had previously smoked and then given up the habit. Passive smoking has been associated with heart disease and cancer but not, until now, with diabetes.... Smoke that is released from a cigarette between inhalations is cooler than smoke that is directly inhaled. The chemical reactions which produce this initially un-inhaled smoke mean that some toxins are at higher levels than in the smoke directly inhaled by smokers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo not gonna live with a cigarette-smoking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when things could not get any worse, my power window broke this morning! Malaysian car SUCKS! Trey, i thought u and me are the perfect match..but now, i need to rethink about our future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik Mr EyeCandy ada..who? my new sugar-sugar fling from office :)    but i think i just saw him at the lobby blowing a fog..oh c'mon man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115277609427759432?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115277609427759432/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115277609427759432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115277609427759432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115277609427759432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-well.html' title='Not WeLL'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115238342678927703</id><published>2006-07-08T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:40:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/IMG_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Fareez's aka Adek Non's (the one in the middle) 13th birthday today and being his favourite aunt of all times, i gave him one super freaking hot money can't buy birthday present that he would never forget his whole life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him drive Trey..for 50 metres distance..i will never forget his devilish grin the first time he sat in the driver's seat and how hillarious it was that he couldn't barely differentiate the gas and the break pedals..he was overly excited and gelabah at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be Danish's and Asyraf's..Danish is not that picky about birthday presents..a Tamia car or a Power Ranger will do him great..but Asyraf, he's been hinting on how a guitar can change his mundane life forever..hmm teenager..be good to me and i might get you a Kapok for your 15th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys..i love you all sooo very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115238342678927703?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115238342678927703/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115238342678927703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115238342678927703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115238342678927703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/07/ma-boys.html' title='Ma boys'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115237991857311360</id><published>2006-07-06T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:46:20.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho! HO! hO!</title><content type='html'>'Familiarity breeds contempt' &lt;br /&gt;  - Mark Twain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to this idiom by my English aka Debate Instructor  Miss Fong back in high school. It was a concept we used to oppose a motion suggested (can't remember what the motion was) during one of the inter-school debate we participated in..oh it was Rotary Club Debate organised by Rotary Club of Ipoh..we managed to get through all rounds but lost the final battle sob! sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an easily bored person, in the sense that i got bored the instance something becomes ordinary..Well, as I see it, for me to be familiar with a person, place, or thing—with an object, let's say—I must have encountered the object at different times and in different situations, so that the object carries many different associations to me. However, in spite of all those associations, the object makes no impression on me and i got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity may breeds contempt, but along the way it also breeds taking for granted, and that is what I am mainly interested in. Consider the universal example..AIR..I may or may not hold air in contempt, but certainly take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, but what does any of this have to do with association?  In short, the principle “familiarity breeds contempt” is a fact about association, namely, that it stops working when an object has too many associations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of trying to dodge out of familiarity, i've decided to change my routine..with the intention of "if this change works, i should start doing it more frequently"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first trial..parked at a new place this morning..instead of parking Trey, my ultimate sexy wheels (a bit exaggerating here), out at the open like i usually do, i took him to a roofed, top notch security, air-conditioned (a bit exaggerating here as well) parking place across the street..voila! sure it was just another parking area but it definitely did create a different feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this is the part that says 'Serves your right, changes konon'..little did i know that this new parking place closes at 9pm..i was held captive by my own crazy idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in the car at 9.15pm..i was there a lot earlier but only managed to locate Trey after 20 mins of soul searching and mind twirling (yeah i got lost)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really and i mean really terrified experience as i am not going to spare Trey there for the night. Nasib baik tak kena panic attack..desperate times call for desperate measures..with all the strength, confidence and my over-commercialised kesian face, i walked to the security office and opened up my case..after much persuasion with ayat-ayat power spared for times like this, Trey and i was freed without conditions..huh memang berkesan ayat-ayat power ku! I should get an Oscar for my mind blowing, out of this world, self scripted perfomance ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that i would like to say a few words to the security guard who broke all the rules in releasing me and Trey:&lt;br /&gt;Kepada En Amran, Terima kasih daun keladi, lain kali kalau saya kena kunci, boleh tolong saya lagi! You are da bomb brudder hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu siut..i am officially the girl who got locked in Public Bank's parking lot. I've learnt my lesson..i should go back home before 9 next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115237991857311360?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115237991857311360/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115237991857311360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115237991857311360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115237991857311360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/07/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho! HO! hO!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115198272281397621</id><published>2006-07-04T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:50:29.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Do you remember your first day in kindergarten? You were soo excited a night before trying on new skirts and shoes, packing all the necessary (stationery and books) and unnecessary (botol susu heh) stuffs and finally being granted the permission to ride your brand new BMX to school..hah i still have that red BMX of mine..can't believe it stays with me for 20 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day's arrived, your mom left you there alone after a lengthy discussion on why you should start to be independent weeks before school begins..you didn't know anybody there accept for the Cikgu who was very busy entertaining crying 'babies' ..and then unexpectedly, you saw a smiling face, u smiled back and 10 seconds later you guys become the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was easy making friends back then..i mean it happened spontaneously and more importantly it was sincere..truly from the heart..i'm not saying that the friends or rather friendships i have over the years after kindergarten are all phony or hypocritical..they are truly from the bottom of my heart..all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, has it ever occured to you that sometimes being just the way you are isn't good enough to secure a friendship? there are always other external components that can make or break it..one time you feel like you know the person inside out..the other time, that person seems to be a complete stranger to you..one time you feel like very close to one another, the next thing you know you have stop communicating to each other..where has it gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that is why the word Acquaintance exists..someone in between a stranger and a friend..you can't call him/her a stranger because you know each other by first name but you are not that close to refer yourselves as friends (apa la yg aku merepek nih?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it would be good to meet up with my kindergarten friends..i still remember Eddie, the montel boy with a habit of menarik rambut orang, a big fan of He-Man and i sometimes called him Sarip Dol, Samseng Kampung Dusun for his naughtiness. Iwan, Eddie's best friend merangkap Sarip Dol's right-hand man..these two boys were like my greatest enemies as i was boyish myself (remember the BMX)..of all people, those are the only two i remember haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell u..it was Eddie who smiled at me *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115198272281397621?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115198272281397621/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115198272281397621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115198272281397621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115198272281397621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115198253480348309</id><published>2006-07-03T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:55:32.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/pix-sp.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/320/pix-sp.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i meet new people, the first expression i usually get from them is "eh u look familiar!"..it was ok at first fews but after getting it quite frequently now, i started to wonder "am i that familiar face?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean..i hardly go to clubs nowadays (i've just discovered that loud music and  scarcity of fresh air will make my brain oxygen deprived and i'll go pening2 lalat in split seconds), or hangout at "places to be seen at" like i used to do back in college days (how i miss those days!) or do something outrageous that qualifies me to be the object of the Press-es affections..or wutever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought it was a totally corny, imagination-less,dreary pickup line and i will plainly ignore it whenever it was offered to me..but when i began to get the same remark from my new gals,it was a different ball altogether..(they were hitting on me too?sheesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not the only one facing the same predicament, a lot of people out there do also..maybe the "there are 6 other persons with the same look as you in this world" theory is true afterall..which means that there are 7 carbon copies of people of my features, one might have my round nose, the other might have my big eyes or my chubby cheeks (but i bet they don't have my 'soon to be perfect' set of teeth hehe orthodontic treatment can do wonders)and since i got the "hey u look familiar" comment too often, i've produced one super duper marvelous tak ingat punya answer that can either make one smiles or dalam hati diorang akan kata 'eee perasannye pompuan nih'..eh suka hati la, siapa suruh made such comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, the next time someone says to you "hey u look familiar", give them the I-Win-A-Date-With-Tad-Hamilton smile and whisper to them "Belilah album i yang original"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115198253480348309?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115198253480348309/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115198253480348309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115198253480348309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115198253480348309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/07/familiar-face.html' title='Familiar Face'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-115190827094027318</id><published>2006-07-01T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:57:20.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE Rules of Life (and everything else)</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Your Attitude is Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose your attitude. And your attitude changes your life and the lives those around you. Rarely does a bad attitude solve the problem. Typically, when something goes wrong or feels unpleasant, we get crabby and yell at the wrong people. We may sove the problem, but the crabbiness is an unnecessary extra. Solve the problem without the crummy attitude and everyone wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Maximise Your Options&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lock ourselves into one possibility of how things must be done, our businesses, our lives and the lives of those around us get stuck. Maximise your options. Before you settle on just the right thing, play out a few more possibilities. In all things, big and small, open yourself to the possible options. Then trust yourself to choose the right one for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Don't Let the Seeds Stop You From Enjoying the Watermelon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell this to yourself everyday. It will help change your attitude ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The BIG MOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115190827094027318?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115190827094027318/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115190827094027318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115190827094027318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115190827094027318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/07/three-rules-of-life-and-everything.html' title='THREE Rules of Life (and everything else)'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21031258.post-115149482419329445</id><published>2006-06-28T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:01:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Think Of Me</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning around 4am&lt;br /&gt;With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out driving trying to clear my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this&lt;br /&gt;And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;br /&gt;It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;br /&gt;Is not knowing what we could have been&lt;br /&gt;What we should have been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;While you're sleeping with your pride&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;And on with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh someday baby, someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115149482419329445?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115149482419329445/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115149482419329445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115149482419329445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115149482419329445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/06/youll-think-of-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Think Of Me'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115131829990911462</id><published>2006-06-26T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:07:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>This morning i woke up..savouring the freshness of the golden sunlight, enjoying the sun's rays filtering through my window..The first thought that popped into my mind was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh my God, it's MONDAY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed into the kitchen for my quick detox routine, (a glass of air masak with a hint of lemon zest) then took a detour to the shower, the place where i got all these brilliant excuses on Why I  Shouldn't  Go To Work Today like 'i'm in mourning period. my pet kitten just died in a tragic accident, she jumped off the balcony and got rolled over by a truck as she reached the ground'(damn spooky) or 'i'm welcoming the birth of my wisdom tooth so painful that i'm not capable of working today'...oh mother of craps! i'm better off working than lazying around the house doing just about nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a text message from this friend of mine cursing on the horrendous traffic he's facing on his way to the city..just to get the morning started, i teased him..haha Melanie (i'm gonna call him MEL from now on since he sounded like the traffic announcer Melanie from Fly.fm this morning)..a day wouldn't be complete without me teasing u or u teasing me for that matter..i might stop if i try hard enough but what good are friends if you can't tease them right? take it as the elements of communication between us *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, I was informed by my boss that effective tomorrow i will officially become one of the BD team players..YES! Finally i got to do something of my interest..the area that i very much like to explore into..it should be fun! and i hope i won't find it dull, repetitive, tedious or worst monotonous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i'm sure am looking forward to this new job encounter of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps now is the perfect time to shout at the top of my lungs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God it's MONDAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115131829990911462?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115131829990911462/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115131829990911462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115131829990911462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115131829990911462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115131858287785434</id><published>2006-06-24T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:09:40.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For All We Know</title><content type='html'>"For all we know &lt;br /&gt;we may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;Before you go &lt;br /&gt;make this moment sweet again&lt;br /&gt;We won’t say good night &lt;br /&gt;until the last minute&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold out my hand &lt;br /&gt;and my heart will be in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all we know &lt;br /&gt;this may only be a dream&lt;br /&gt;We come and go &lt;br /&gt;like a ripple on a stream&lt;br /&gt;So love me tonight; &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow was made for some&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may never come &lt;br /&gt;for all we know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115131858287785434?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115131858287785434/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115131858287785434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115131858287785434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115131858287785434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-all-we-know.html' title='For All We Know'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115085868297513557</id><published>2006-06-20T01:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:17:00.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heal myself</title><content type='html'>Crazy, jolly, gay, ridiculously funny, passionately 'mata keranjang' at all times, enjoy talking and do it too much most of the time , miss perfecto, suffers the Janice-ey Syndrome..those are what my friends perceive of me..well, at least i know someone who will nod in acknowledgement especially the Janice-ey part because it was him who brought it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, those are the traits..my traits that i show to people..no one ever know the inside of me..how lonely i sometimes feel, how i wish i could do more in life, how sensitive i could be if rudely provoked, how i sometimes cried at night just to let the feelings go so that i can be happy and jolly again the next morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy person, i enjoy making people's day and being around people who make me happy. I'm not the type of person who would go around telling people about my sorrows. I share my happiness, Yes, but my sadness are kept within me..i heal myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What moves me into writing this, you asked? more often than not, it is about relationships..one in particular..the god-given relationship with someone i really care for..we live together and yet we hardly talk to each other..we used to be so close, but we are growing apart..i can't even remember the last time we had a decent conversation, a dinner or even watching a movie together..maybe i was at fault..maybe i got too caught up with work and my other social activities that i've forgotten there's someone waiting for me at home..wondering my whereabouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry, i hate crying but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine in the morning..i heal myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a hug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115085868297513557?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115085868297513557/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115085868297513557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115085868297513557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115085868297513557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-heal-myself_115085868297513557.html' title='i heal myself'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115069162961042226</id><published>2006-06-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:33:49.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEw IntereST..hmm</title><content type='html'>there's something..i couldn't quite figure what it is but i'm feeling something..something that makes me blissfully happy and attentively terrified at the same time..this past weeks have been very good to me..i think God is answering my prayers..what should i do to make it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is as near to you as your life,but you can never wholly know it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this feelings to end God, and please show me the right path..Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115069162961042226?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115069162961042226/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115069162961042226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115069162961042226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115069162961042226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-interesthmm.html' title='NEw IntereST..hmm'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115070834218876897</id><published>2006-06-19T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:10:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Swedish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/swedish.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..french comes first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115070834218876897?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115070834218876897/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115070834218876897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115070834218876897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115070834218876897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/06/swedish.html' title='Swedish?'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115096785845126204</id><published>2006-06-08T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T02:17:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how SEXY!</title><content type='html'>"j'aime la rose pour son odeur, mais toi je t'aime pour ton bon coeur.&lt;br /&gt;j'aime la rose pour un jour, mais toi je t'aime pour toujours ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just passed my French exam :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115096785845126204?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115096785845126204/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115096785845126204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115096785845126204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115096785845126204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-sexy.html' title='how SEXY!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115060541500397882</id><published>2006-05-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:51:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/IMG_0377.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/400/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4441/2124/1600/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say kids never tell lies..well, one thing i know, they only say the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to my sis' last friday..took 1/2 day off from work and headed straight to her house..she invited me for lunch a day earlier and said she's making dishes i couldn't resist..'gulai tempoyak ikan patin and kerabu mangga and ++'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i reached the front door, my two adorable dahlings Aish and Iman were jumping up and down and kept on shouting my name 'Teh' 'Teh'..both ran towards me and gave me this hug like 100 tahun tak jumpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one time, aish asked me questions that i have no answers to. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Teh tidur sini ke?' 'Kenapa Teh tak tidur sini?' 'Teh tidur la ngan aish' 'Teh, i love you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how i wish i have the answers to those questions..it reallyy moved me to tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115060541500397882?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115060541500397882/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115060541500397882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115060541500397882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115060541500397882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-be-ok.html' title='i&apos;ll be OK'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115069188297596454</id><published>2006-05-23T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:40:35.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile?</title><content type='html'>A joke i heard on the way to work today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:Comment dit-on un americain (american) going to the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:an Astronault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:Comment dit-on un russe (russian) going to the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:a Cosmonault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tres bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3:Comment dit-on un malaisien (malaysian) going to the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:hmm ANgkasawan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U gotta be kidding me, it's CAN-OR-Nault..C'est clever noh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there goes my MALAYSIA BOLEH spirit :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115069188297596454?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115069188297596454/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115069188297596454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115069188297596454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115069188297596454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/05/smile.html' title='smile?'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115087956551953728</id><published>2006-04-21T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:46:05.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about the Weather</title><content type='html'>I used to think that talking about the weather was for losers. A waste of time, insulting even. No one can do anything about the weather anyway. I believed that any comment that doesn't offer new insight or otherwise advance the cause of humanity is just so much hot air. i might make an exception among intimate friends but i sure did not want that kind of intimacy with the man on the street, or the one i just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happen. Alone for the first time in a long time, living in challenging circumstances, experiencing the cold windy monsoon, i noticed the weather. It effected me deeply and directly, every single day. Slowly it dawned on me that the weather affected everyone else, too. Maybe talking about it wasn't totally vacuous after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was rainy or snowy or sunny or damp for everyone, each had their own relationship with the weather. They might be achy, delighted, burdened, grumpy, relieved or simply cold or hot. Like anything of personal importance, most were grateful for the opportunity to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried and tested. It turned out to be even more effective with people i already knew. Talking about the weather acted as a little bridge, sometimes to further conversation and sometimes just to the mutual acknowledgement of shared experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can't barely remember what it was like to get through the day without talking about the weather. Maybe it is now the time for us to walk right up to just about anyone and say, "I sure am happy to see the sun."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115087956551953728?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115087956551953728/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115087956551953728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115087956551953728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115087956551953728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/04/talking-about-weather.html' title='Talking about the Weather'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115060732590216828</id><published>2006-04-08T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:08:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                                        - Jelaluddin Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm thinking right now..the poem was brief but stunningly insightful (taken from kak Min's page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that we are in each other all along, does that mean that i have already found him? if i did, which one is THE one? arrgghh i need more caffeine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115060732590216828?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115060732590216828/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115060732590216828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115060732590216828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115060732590216828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/04/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115078760899021615</id><published>2006-02-07T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:39:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That InTO U</title><content type='html'>bumped into this book by accident..we (the gals) were discussing how pelik guys are and one of us brought up the subject&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;..maybe "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's just not that into u&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do u know that the guy u are seeing is really into u? Even if he doesn't, how do we know it for certain?are there alarms or smoke signals that tell u that "hey girl, i think u better move on..he's not interested"..should we just wait, let it go with the flow or should we act the way we feel? would that scares him and drives him away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have u been in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"you met this guy (regardless at work, at the gym, at the mamaks', at the club, at the taxi stand, or was introduced by mutual friend)..u went out for coffee, movies, dinner..chit-chating..he laughed at your jokes and u at his and after those few meetings (i don't normally call it a DATE unless it was mentioned "ok i see u..it's a date" kind of statement) u think u are actually attracted to him..but as time goes by, u realised that he was giving mixed messages.You make excuses, decide he's confused, afraid of commitment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how many times have u heard/made/thought of this soo oo pathetic excuses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E1. maybe he doesn't want to ruin the friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E2. maybe he wants to take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E3. maybe I don't want to play games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E4. maybe he Forgot to remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E5. but he gave me his number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E6. maybe he's afraid to get hurt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E7. maybe he's intimidated by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E8. and thousands more that i can't possibly write here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, i am not ashame to say been there, done that..or maybe i am in one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny enough, the book provides me with the answers i was looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go behind the scene and evaluate the excuses again, shall we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E1: such an awful excuse. if you are really interested in someone, you'll feel excited about it. You would want to take it further, don't you?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E2: the slower the better? channel berapa korang tengok nih? If a guy truly likes you, but for personal reasons he needs to take things slow, he will let you know that immediately, because he'll want to make sure you don't get frustrated and go away - YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E3: some guys might like it, and some don't. anyhow, what tricks are they playing?to the guys who like to play games, take it from me..u are lazy couch potatoes and nobody wants to go out with LAZY guys - y am i emotional nih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E4: this is the most desperate excuse. if that guy is into you, you would be the bright spot in his horribly busy day. Which would be a day that he would never be too busy to call you - nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E5: he gave u his number doesn't mean that he wanted u to call him. it should be the other way around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E6: if he is afraid, he won't be going out with u in the first place. he'll be sitting at home,watching ESPN or even worst watching the rerun of Sex and The City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E7: if a (sane) guy really likes you, there ain't nothing that's going to get in his way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E8: yada yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules that shall now apply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't get tricked into asking him out. If he likes you, he'll do the asking&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because you like to lead doesn't mean he wants to dance. Some traditions are born of nature and last through time for a reason&lt;br /&gt;4. Hey, let's meet at so-and-so's party/any bar/friend's house" is not a date&lt;br /&gt;5. Men don't forget how much they like you. So put down the phone - personally like this one!&lt;br /&gt;6. You are good enough to be asked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the men are asking you out, if the men have to get your attention, then you, in fact, are the one in control. There's no scheming and plotting. And there is something great about knowing that "my only job is to be as happy as I can be about my life, and feel as good as I can about myself, and to lead as full and eventful a life as I can, so that it doesn't ever feel like I'm just waiting around for some guy to ask me out". And most importantly, it's good for us all to remember that we don't need to scheme and plot and beg to get someone to ask us out. We're fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You is provocative, hilarious, and, above all, intoxicatingly liberating. It deserves a place on every woman's night table. It knows you're a beautiful, smart, funny woman who deserves better. The next time you feel the need to start "figuring him out," consider the glorious thought that maybe &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's just not that into you.&lt;/span&gt; And then set yourself loose to go find THE ONE who is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115078760899021615?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115078760899021615/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115078760899021615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115078760899021615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115078760899021615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/02/hes-just-not-that-into-u.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That InTO U'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-113738560848437207</id><published>2006-01-15T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:03:06.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies - Rabindranath Tagore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;“I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.&lt;br /&gt;Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a lover truly knows that he is loved. Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.&lt;br /&gt;In love I pay my endless debt to thee...for what thou art.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- something i've just realised after my 25 years of living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-113738560848437207?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/113738560848437207/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=113738560848437207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/113738560848437207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/113738560848437207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/01/fireflies-rabindranath-tagore.html' title='Fireflies - Rabindranath Tagore'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115060815527983085</id><published>2006-01-07T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:43:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Saddest Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.Through nights like this one I held him in my arms.I kissed him again and again under the endless sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He loved me, sometimes I loved him too.How could one not have loved his great still eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have him. To feel that I have lost him.To hear immense night, still more immense without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep him.The night is shattered and he is not with me.This is all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.My sight searches for him as though to go to him.My heart looks for him, and he is not with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love him, that's certain, but how I loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch him hearing.Another’s. He will be another’s. Like my kisses before.His voice. His bright body. His infinite eyes.I no longer love him, that's certain, but maybe I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held him in my arms, my soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Though this be the last pain that he makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- so pretty and thoughtful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115060815527983085?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115060815527983085/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115060815527983085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115060815527983085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115060815527983085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2006/01/saddest-moment.html' title='the Saddest Moment'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115096621867233396</id><published>2005-12-31T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:18:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BliNK!</title><content type='html'>Love is not finding the one you can live with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding someone u can't live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115096621867233396?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115096621867233396/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115096621867233396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115096621867233396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115096621867233396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2005/12/blink.html' title='BliNK!'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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-21031258.post-115077303832467823</id><published>2005-12-30T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:15:31.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NeuYer</title><content type='html'>i'm not in favour of new year resolutions..knowing me, they'll never work out..or it was me who never try to make them work ?? hmm either way, je deteste new year resolutions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, stress on the word MAYBE..i could make a list of what i want to achieve in this time around..they are not resolutions,, just a list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi nanti lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvy, D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21031258-115077303832467823?l=dilla-vogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/feeds/115077303832467823/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21031258&amp;postID=115077303832467823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115077303832467823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21031258/posts/default/115077303832467823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilla-vogue.blogspot.com/2005/12/neuyer.html' title='NeuYer'/><author><name>diLs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407677434448072481</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>
